She Is Not a Witch Chapter 64: Quiet life
Under the setting sun, Pullman stood quietly on the hill. Dried blood can still be seen on the armor. A large sword was inserted beside him. The blade was cut in many places, and the hilt was entangled. The cloth strips are worn out, and many of them have been dyed dark red.
In the wilderness near the sunset, scattered weapons, broken gun barrels, burning flags, and twisted corpses formed a desolate picture scroll.
The insurgents wearing white turbans searched the battlefield one by one. If they found anyone alive, they quickly lifted it on a stretcher and sent it to the medical point behind, whether he was his comrade-in-arms or a former one. Enemy, every life is precious.
"Brother Pullman, did we win?" a young man lying on a stretcher asked weakly, his upper body covered with bandages and one arm pulled.
"Yes, we won." Pullman shook his other intact hand, sighing in his words.
"Okay...it's good." The boy muttered to himself while looking at the blue-purple sky.
"We are one step closer to our dreams."
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After Lorrain Hill has dealt with the Chamber of Commerce, it has recently ushered in a rare moment of rest.
At this time, she was sitting alone in a small yard behind the mansion. The yard was not big and there was a low pear tree in the middle.
The small yard is very quiet. You can hear the clear chirping of birds. Occasionally a few fly off the eaves and land on the grass, walking back and forth, pecking, and then flying away.
The girl was wearing a white skirt and sitting on a wooden chair with a backrest. It was located under the eaves in the courtyard. There were a few standing stone pillars beside it. Some green moss spread from the grass in the courtyard to the gaps between the steps.
At this moment, she has a small bamboo basket in her arms, and inside is a small half basket of green pea pods. Fingernails pressed the corners of the pods, pinched them off and then pulled apart a green fiber. A few crystal moist beans appeared from the pods, followed by the faint fragrance of plants.
gently fiddled with your fingers, and a few emerald green peas rolled onto the white palms. The peas were placed in the porcelain bowl on the right, and the torn pods were placed in another bamboo basket on the ground on the left.
Lorrain Hill quietly peeled the pods, several golden hairs scattered on the chest, occasionally the wind blew over, the birds sang and flew away in the wind, the shadows of the pear branches and leaves swayed gently in the courtyard .
These days, she has always been a maid serving her life. At first, it was a little fresh, but after a long time, she wanted to do something on her own.
While sitting on a wooden chair peeling pods, Lorrain Hill slowly recalled some past events. When she was a child, she would go to her grandma’s house during winter and summer vacations. The difference is that she is different from her own house in the depressed city. Grandma and grandpa live in the mountains.
Whenever it rains, I can clearly hear the sound of raindrops hitting the blue tiles. She likes to live at her grandma's house. Because there will be no one urging her to study, and no one will stare at her fiercely every day. Grandma likes her very much, and she doesn't give her any restrictions, she can do what she wants.
Whether it's reading novels under the trees on the hillside, going fishing by the river, roasting corn on the drying yard, squatting in the field digging peanuts, or hiding in the house to play a game for a day. Grandma and grandpa don’t even talk about her, as long as she eats on time.
Every summer night, she would lie on a bamboo lounger, watching the Milky Way stars and the moon in the sky, and her grandma would also tell some magical stories, such as the wild man eating the child in the mountain.
By the way, she has also seen fireflies, when they were 6 years old, the fireflies were flying across the mountains, flashing and flashing. She once wanted to learn from the ancients who caught a few fireflies and put them in a transparent plastic bag, and then used them to read books at night.
Unfortunately, the stories are all deceptive. The light of the fireflies is too weak to be clear at all, unless a few hundred are gathered together.
As I grow older, I don’t know why, there are fewer and fewer fireflies in the mountains, and I have never seen them again since I was 10 years old.
Days go forward, and she likes to cook something for herself.
In the beginning it was just roasted sweet potatoes, roasted peanuts, roasted corn, roasted potatoes and so on.
Later, she learned to use the crucian fish caught in the pond to cook soup. She would not be good at cutting vegetables. Grandma was also afraid that she would cut her hands and wouldn’t let her touch the knife. Watching from the side, there was a tabby cat from her hometown squatting with her.
Don’t let me stir-fry, let’s cook something, boiled corn is really delicious, then potatoes are also good, and occasionally boiled beans makes her feel that this is also very good.
As the peas slowly peeled off, my thoughts slowly receded.
The originally empty porcelain bowl slowly accumulated from the first few peas, and gradually increased gradually~IndoMTL.com~ Finally filled up this white porcelain bowl, the girl looked at it, and there was a faint look Satisfaction came to my heart.
She held the white porcelain bowl full of peas in both hands, and then went to the small kitchen next to it. This is a small room she asked Chelsea to clean up specially. Only she will make some food here.
Pour the emerald green beans into a pottery bowl, then scoop out a scoop of water from the water tank, pour it into it, rub it gently, and then rotate and stir the fingers in the pottery pot to create a small whirlpool. At this time, the fingers stopped, and then they turned in the opposite direction mischievously, setting off bursts of clear waves.
After going back and forth a few times like this, tilt the pottery pot, stop the round beans in it with one hand like a small dam, and slowly let the water drain out.
With the rubbing of the flint, a few dry withered grasses were set alight, a deep clay pot was put on top, clear water was poured, and then the peeled beans, covered the pot, and added a few more The firewood, the flame rose slowly from the dead branches, licking the bottom of the pot.
Lorraine Hill moved a chair and sat quietly by the stove. There was a crackling firewood burning sound, and the orange flame reflected in her pupils, making her a little startled.
When people are alone, they can think about many things, present, past, and future.
The time to come to this world is not short. There are no relatives in the past, no friends and familiar faces. Now she is no longer bound by any restrictions, and what kind of path will she embark on in the future Woolen cloth.
is not the same as the history recorded in later generations and experts inferred. The great sage-Lorrain Hill, who dropped the starlight ten times and saved the world ten times from the brink of shattering, was in the third era, in 1684. She had no ambitions in the years when she was walking with the gun. At this time, she was just thinking about living a life quietly and simply, nothing more than an ordinary life.