Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 728 - 314: The Picture Book of the Jacaranda Sea_2
The Rose Gold metallic body of the train was spattered with the pattern of flowers and leaves, which echoed with a rhythmic, light clinking sound as the train climbed the hills, revealing a sea of light green and pale purple flowers sprawling beneath the world of hills.
Facing the early spring breeze, the train descended from the mountain path, carrying passengers into a world filled with the fresh scent of grass and the faint fragrance of flowers. Occasionally, tiny insects from outside the window would tumble onto the tables and then hop away.
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The sightseeing train entered this nearly one-meter-deep world of plants and flowers, and instantly a cool shade rushed into the compartment, reviving the spirits of the passengers.
"This is the Purple Wisteria Forest Sightseeing Train No. 1, we have now entered deep into the area, I will now narrate the history of this land for you all," announced the train's broadcast.
The onboard broadcast began to tell the story of this land from centuries ago when it was a forest of wisteria trees covered in greenery, which was once known as the National Park of Jade Skirt...
While listening to the narration coming from the broadcast, the passengers' view expanded as the train continued forward, until finally the train stopped on a small hill. There, a newly built town less than a month old sat, where the surviving people had resettled under the arrangement of the government, opening up restaurants and inns for tourists to rest and relax.
"The steps here are made of wood," one could hear a definite bang as boots tapped on the platform's wooden floor, which had a touch of retro charm.
The gaze followed the boots upward to see an 18-19-year-old woman wearing a coffee-colored trench coat, underneath which was a tight-fitting thin sweater revealing her curves, paired with slim long pants. Her chestnut hair was cut shorter around the ears but left longer behind, tied together and falling to her waist.
"Probably wood is more in keeping with the cultural atmosphere of the sightseeing spot," said another girl with elegant black hair, walking out from behind the woman, holding in her arms a smoothly feathered White Kite.
"Shall we go for a walk as well, Tilan?" the woman invited the girl beside her, and then the two walked towards the flower-covered hillside outside the train station.
Tilan, now a senior in high school, still had the same beautiful figure, a dreamy appearance, and unchanged height as before.
In contrast to Tilan, her companion Yilin was much taller and more stylish. Her height was now close to 170; moreover, with her preference for long boots and high heels, she stood much more prominently next to Tilan, who wore flat leather shoes, making the difference even more apparent.
They walked down the steps onto the soft grass, occasionally catching the scent of fresh cut grass juice in their nostrils. Aside from them, there were a few other tourists strolling and enjoying the views on the hillside, and from the nearby town, one could hear the sound of local residents spraying weed killer to clean the weeds in front of their homes.
Walking down the slope, the deeper they went into this sea of flowers, the fewer the tourists became, until finally Tilan and Yilin found a suitable place to sit. This was a small hillock, with an unpeopled sea of grass undulating in the early spring breeze below them.
"The sun is so comforting; I really want to take a nap here," Yilin said as she lay back with her head up, arms stretched open, falling onto the grass.
"Aren't you going to sleep, Tilan? I see you're always so sleepy," Yilin curiously asked, seeing the girl in a white dress and black hair still gazing into the distance.
"I dozed off a little when the train was rocking, and now I'm not so sleepy," replied the girl before standing up erectly.
The world under the sunlight is always so bright and eye-catching, and even the ordinary green grass seems fresh and vibrant. The fragmented sunshine filtering through the grass was captivating, making one want to reach out and grasp it.
"It's truly lovely," murmured the girl softly, perhaps it was only at this moment that she truly understood Isenisha's feelings from those years past.
The Songstress who brought an end to the dark Fifth Epoch, who dragged the entire civilization out of ruins and rebuilt it, what was her mood like when she saw hills covered in blooming flora?
Enjoying the fluttering of her hair beside her ears, the sound of the blowing wind, the warmth at the top of her head heated by the sun, the coolness penetrating her skin, the slight itch of grass blades against her calves, the girl remained silent for a long time, until a gust of wind swept through, lifting the hem of her skirt and blowing her woven sun hat into the distance.
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In March of the year 1255 of the Sixth Era, the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain officially launched the environmental purification plan, starting the first round of purification in the northern area five of Jade Skirt.
On that day, approximately 672 large transport aircraft flew in formation over the northern area, scattering the 'Rhythmic Crystals' prepared below. Subsequently, these 'Rhythmic Crystals,' carried by Autonomous Units, adjusted their positions in the sky, and upon readiness, activated simultaneously.
Clear sounds like wind chimes and ice splitting rang out and spread through the sky, as nearly ten million Rhythmic Crystals resonated and bloomed above the northern area. Golden light filled the skies and earth, then the Transcendent impurities in the air were condensed and gathered, before turning into snowflakes and drifting down. This spectacle was recorded by a famous photographer, later becoming a permanent historical memorial of the Crystal Star Domain stored in the archives, named "Snow of the Rosy Sky."
After the night ended, the next day began with fleets of transport vehicles heading to the northern area to sweep up and load the 'White Snow,' then transport it to various mineral refining plants.
After the contaminated environment of the northern area had been cleaned up, tests by various parties revealed that the toxicity of the environment had dropped to an extremely low level, no longer hindering the normal growth of plants.
Afterward, railways were relaid throughout the northern fifth district, irrigated by pumping groundwater, and then various plant seeds were sown.
After a month of spreading fertilizer pellets and watering, a vast majority of the northern fifth district gradually regained its vegetative cover. The ancient arborists of the northern region reentered the area, commencing the planting of trees and vegetation to restore the former ecological environment.
In late April, the sightseeing train to the northern fifth district opened, with tickets priced at only 100 Federation Coins. Numerous tourists came to experience it, admiring the scenery along the way and visiting the ancient buildings of the northern fifth district to understand the history of the region.
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Half an hour later.
"Would you like something to drink?" Yilin stood behind Tilan, watching the girl seated on the grass and painting, with a hint of novelty and curiosity.
"Just plain water would be fine, I don't like drinks that are too sweet," the girl lifted her head, looking up at Yilin who was blocking the sun from her.
"Okay~" Yilin nodded, not in a hurry to leave, but instead pointed at the canvas in front of the girl.
"Tilan, are you painting the view in front of the hillside?"
Compared to some intricate drawings, Tilan's canvas just had light-green hues, combed by the brush, resembling the chaotic swaying of grass leaves, with hints of bright yellow and light purple interspersed, as if they were blossoms in a floral sea.
"Yes."
"It looks really nice."
"Actually, it's not that well done," the girl responded with a smile.
"I'm just painting haphazardly according to my mood, I guess I just want to remember the vivid colors I saw today."
"I'm not good at everything either, I do have that self-awareness, but it's relaxing for me, and I've never thought about having to paint really well, just slowly and leisurely daubing is enough."
As the girl spoke, her fingers continued to slowly smear paint on the canvas with the brush, observing every texture and tiny groove created by the brush's bristles under the sunlight. The bright colors were reemerging on the canvas, formless, yet the vibrant vitality was leaping off the page, unforgettable at a glance.
"By the way, Tilan,"
Handing over a bottle of ice-cold spring water to Tilan, the refracted light jittering at the bottom of the bottle fell onto the canvas, like the ripples reflected on the surface of a lake.
"Hmm?"
"Have you thought of a name for this painting?"
"A name, huh?" The girl unscrewed the bottle of spring water, sipping it slowly, the cool droplets entering her throat, spreading a refreshing coolness throughout her body.
"Let's call it 'Purple Wisteria Sea' then."
"But there don't seem to be any big trees here," said Yilin as she combed through Tilan's hair from behind, looking at the delicate ears in the sunlight, and couldn't resist gently touching them.
"Ooh, that's ticklish." The girl withdrew her hand, turning her head to playfully frolic with Yilin, just like when they were children.
"I know there are no big trees, but just looking at this sea of flowers, I can imagine the thriving forest and sea of trees that will grow here in the future."
"So, although it has yet to come, I celebrate and pray for its arrival."
