She Is Not a Witch Chapter 106: Autumn Leaves and Bright Moon
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Three days later, the ancient fia grassland.
The wheels with nails ran across the soft grass. The carriage was a little bumpy in the field. Five carriages moved on the road. Three carriages carried goods and two carriages carried passengers, heading south. .
The gray wooden carriage is very ordinary. The driver is a few humans. If you look closely, you will find that this group of people are the bardics who performed and invited Lorrain Hill at the Flame Convention before. poet.
The young coachman drove his horse and drove him leisurely. As the sun gradually rose, he felt a little hungry, so he shouted back.
"Sister, I'm hungry~"
"Find something to eat by yourself." A female voice said grimly.
"I'm busy now."
"Are you my sister? I shouldn't have been persuaded by you to run so far, so tired." The younger brother muttered a little dissatisfied.
"Here." The window at the front of the carriage opened, and a girl with a black ponytail stuffed bread into her brother's mouth, blocking the mouth that was about to complain.
"Woooooo, sister, can you really make a promise, every time~" the coachman asked, chewing on the bread.
"No problem, if our newly compiled "Poems of the Red Bird" can be successfully completed, it must be more than a decade ago than the "Poems of the Kingfisher", then you will have money and you can marry one. A beautiful girl." The woman said a little excitedly, and she didn't stop her effort.
From opening the car window, you can see that there is a small table inside with messy books, quill pens, paints, ink bottles and so on. There are scribbled sentences and sketches on the drawings, it seems that I want to depict some scene.
The smartly dressed young woman picked up the painting book again, turned one of the pages and continued to paint, bright paint flying freely on the painting book, quickly sketching out a stunning scenery. Thanks to the great skill of this poetess, she can easily paint on a swaying carriage.
"Who would have thought that we were so lucky this time that we actually witnessed the legend with our own eyes."
Looking back on seeing the peerless scene that day, as the paint continues to fill up, the green forest surrounds, there are fluorescent flowers blooming between the shades, and the moonlight is swaying in the center of the picture. A girl in a white skirt sits on a branch. , Singing with the qin, although the face is blurred, the beauty of the fairyland still gives people a boundless shock.
The poems are never cut off. The past stories may be gradually forgotten by people, but new legends are also beginning to be written.
In the center of the ancient and rugged grassland of Gufia, now there is an exquisite and light statue.
A young girl is standing in the wind, her long sleeves and skirt are flying in the wind, her hands are raised up, her palms seem to be full of flames, and the skirt and feet are surrounded by lush grass.
The dresses on the statue are elegant, and the flames are burning vividly. Only the girl's face is not depicted in detail, and the white space is just right, which arouses the imagination of countless people.
Although it was a scorching sun, the statue was still surrounded by people who came to be grateful. They held alfalfa, bowed their heads to thank them, chanted the name of Alani, and looked religious.
A few birds landed on the shoulders of the statue, looking at the crowd below, tilted their heads, tweeted, and then fluttered their wings and took off. Under the cloud-filled sky, the emerald green wilderness is boundless, and the crowd of people in the stream stretches to the distant horizon.
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After half a year, Lorrain Hill returned to her original small home again, the red maple leaves drifting down, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, she pushed open the wooden door that had been sealed for a long time.
The furnishings in the house are the same as before, except for a little dust.
"It looks like I need to clean it up."
Just do it. The girl first tied her hair with a headband and put on a cotton dress at home. Then she took out the wooden bucket from the room and went to the stream not far from the courtyard to fetch water.
Puff——
The wooden barrel made of maple fell into the water, and then gurgled up the clear and cold mountain spring water. Occasionally a few crimson maple leaves enter the wooden barrel along the flowing water, carefully selected by the girl, and then fall into the water again.
The clear stream reflects the dense layers of maple leaves in the sky, and the fiery red maple leaves dye the stream an intoxicating red.
Returning to the maple hut carrying the half-full wooden barrel, Lorrain Hill dropped a thick white cotton rag from the cabinet again. Dip the rag into the water and take it out after wetting it. The water does not need to be wrung out too dry.
First of all, the indoor furniture. Due to the excellent water resistance of the extraordinary maple wood, coupled with the fact that she has used the magic of natural sequence to seal, it will basically not leak. You don't have to worry about getting things stored inside when you scrub.
The water was fine and scattered from the cabinet and the table. As the girl scrubbed, they began to restore their original red maple color.
First scrub it roughly, then change to a rag, scrub the second time carefully, some dented corners, and carefully press the rag with your fingers, stick it in, and wipe it clean.
After scrubbing the furniture, the floor is next.
The girl squatted down and put the rag on one side of the floor, pressed it slightly, and then pushed it to the other side. The water trail waded across the gray floor, revealing the original reddish brown.
After going back and forth so many times, the first room was roughly scrubbed.
The second room followed, the third room...until all the rooms have been roughly scrubbed.
The black sewage is collected and poured into a small field behind the courtyard, which is regarded as waste.
Then call a bucket of clean water for the second scrubbing. After scrubbing this time, the sewage is much lighter.
After everything was scrubbed, it got dark.
Pour out the sewage and put the cleaning tools back into the utility room. Lorrain Hill stood up, wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, and took a breath.
Speaking of it, I haven't done housework for a long time, so I'm a bit rusty.
Walking across the wet floor with bare feet, a cool feeling spread from the soles of the feet, and the silver moonlight spread from the window sills into the room, falling on the floor that was not yet dry.
The girl put her arms on the windowsill and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
If Mom saw this, she would probably call me again.
My mother always does housework in the early morning when she gets up early, because there are very few people who are active during this time period, and people will not walk by while doing it, leaving footprints. The early morning sunlight can also accelerate its drying indoors.
Naturally, it is difficult to see that scene when I go to school on weekdays, but during holidays, I always sleep until noon before getting up. When I came out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes, I could smell the peculiar smell of vapor evaporation, and then I was scolded by my mother, and my **** was exposed to the sun.
Afterwards, step on the floor with no traces of water cautiously, and walk to wash away without leaving any footprints.
My mother is an extremely diligent person, so naturally she can't come to the idle self, and will let herself do housework whenever she is on vacation.
It’s a pity that I’m not doing well~IndoMTL.com~ I’m always lazy, and I only use one hand with a mop. My mother often tells me that I need to use both hands together and bend down to look like work.
At the time, I thought it was enough to wipe it clean, and the work was not for outsiders, so why bother. Sometimes one foot will step on the mop to scrub some hard-to-wash stains, which is pretty good.
With the recollection of the past in his mind, Lorrain Hill walked into the kitchen, lifted the boiling hot water bottle, and went to the bathroom next to him, where he took a comfortable hot bath with cool and clean stream water.
Wearing a clean white dress, the girl moved a bamboo deck chair into the courtyard.
In the autumn night, under the tall red maple tree, the girl lay on the bamboo deck chair, feeling the slight night breeze blowing over her body, bringing bursts of coolness.
The leaves rustle softly, a bright moon hangs above the night sky, silver light like water spreads over the mountains and plains, and a few lonely bird songs are heard in the distant forest.
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