After sitting under the warm firewood all night, a light white slowly appeared on the horizon, and the sounds coming from my ears gradually became more numerous.
It's dawn.
Stepping on the morning dew, Lorraine Hill jumped over the rocks in the mountains and walked towards the town in the vague fog below.
This is an isolated paradise. Many local residents have lived on the island all their lives and don't know much about the outside world. Naturally, they don't know this cute looking girl.
She was wearing a white-backed green embroidered skirt with tassels and knots on the corners. Her long black hair was scattered in the wind. She seemed extraordinarily light and made people want to touch her.
After arriving in the town, Lorraine Hill came to a breakfast stall and sat down quietly and obediently, waiting for the meal he ordered to be served.
People here have a very leisurely schedule. There are not many people eating out in the morning, and they are not in a hurry. Sitting in front of this old wooden table, Lorraine Hill listened to their intermittent conversations at that time, talking about life.
thing.
After a while, the warm tofu brains were served. They were snow-white with a light yellow color. You can see them bouncing and swaying when you press them gently with a spoon, exuding a little heat in the bowl.
Use a spoon to scoop up a little, and the originally intact large pieces are broken into small pieces, with a little clear soup in them, and put it into your mouth. The tofu brain will break into pieces when it touches the teeth, and then it will be smooth and tender on the tongue.
The sweet taste brings with it the steaming warmth to dispel the coldness of the morning.
After breakfast, Lorraine Hill continued to wander around the streets. This small town on the island retained many ancient customs and traditions, and one could vaguely see some of the lingering charm of the East thousands of years ago.
The shop selling clothes on the street has probably been open for hundreds of years. You can see vaguely hollow wormholes in the doorposts. The shop owner is also the tailor in the shop and has passed down his craftsmanship to future generations from generation to generation, while the surrounding people
Generation after generation have worn clothes made in this shop.
In addition to some regular clothes, there are also a few special Chinese clothes. Some are specially used for weddings, and some are specially used for sacrifices. These clothes are very particular, the shop owner told Lorraine Hill.
These are all rules passed down from our ancestors.
It is said that a long time ago, people from all over the world would take boats to the Yellow Sea Mountain to pay homage to the Phoenix. At this time, they would buy a special sacrificial robe at the foot of the mountain, because meeting the Phoenix was a very solemn matter and could not be worn.
If you don't dress properly, you will be disrespectful. The ancestors of this shop accumulated family property and settled down on this island.
"However, this is all very old. My grandfather's grandfather said that there used to be seven or eight clothing shops on the island, but now there are only two or three left."
"Is it because there are fewer outsiders?" Lorraine Hill stood in front of a plain black sacrificial dress with purple embroidery. He gently held the corners of the dress with his hands and felt the fabric material of the dress.
"It's almost like this, because after the death of Fu Jun, the five phoenixes lived in different places, and they came here to gather less often. Later, gradually, the five phoenixes disappeared one by one, and the mountain of the Yellow Sea gradually became deserted."
The shopkeeper took a duster and swept down the corners of the shop, removing some dust and making some hanging clothes look brighter. Judging from his appearance, it is probably because he usually comes here with fellow villagers and neighbors and has never paid attention to cleaning. Today
Finally, Lorraine Hill, a distinguished customer, came to the store, so he took it a little more seriously.
As for why he regarded this girl as a distinguished guest, it was naturally because of her exquisite workmanship and extraordinary materials. In addition, Lorraine Hill's appearance was also surprising.
"This dress looks like it has been hung up for a long time." Lorraine Hill retracted his hand and turned to look at the store not far behind him.
"This sacrificial dress was probably made by my grandfather. He used very rare dark cloth and purple gold thread at that time, but there was never a suitable buyer, so he hung it here." It seems that the shop owner rarely does business.
, there is no rhetoric to exaggerate or raise prices, but straightforward and simple talk about the origin of the clothes and the fact that they cannot be sold.
"Does this young lady want it?"
"I kind of want it." Although it's not perfect, this dress is the best in this store, except for a lot of dust.
"I'll look through the old book." As he spoke, the shopkeeper bent down and rummaged under the counter. He seemed to have opened a locked drawer, and after a lot of effort, he took out an old book that had accumulated dust.
"About twenty...seven gold vessels." He looked at the booklet, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then reported the number.
"Even though it is a bit old, the materials used are really excellent, and no one can make clothes like this anymore, so it will be sold more expensive."
"Is that so?" Lorraine Hill blinked, wanting to laugh.
In fact, she was not short of money and had no intention of bargaining. She just found it interesting to watch the store owner scratch his head and think of reasons.
"Yes, Miss, you see, the embroidery of flowers, plants and divine birds on it are all made strictly according to ancient customs. They abide by the rules but are flexible at the same time. There is a kind of coordination in the complexity, not random embroidery.
Yes, the overall look is extremely good. In ancient times, such clothes were only worn by high-ranking officials during sacrifices, but now they are in decline, and ordinary people don’t mind wearing them anymore."
"Okay, I understand." Lorraine Hill nodded and took out a small pouch from his sleeve, which contained thirty gold dishes.
The store owner carefully opened the bag of tips with joy, then counted them one by one on the counter, and finally took out three more and pushed them to Lorraine Hill.
"Here are the three extra gold dishes."
"It's okay, I know this is extra." Lorraine Hill held the folded clothes and stood in front of the counter.
"You can accept it, but I still want to hear you continue to talk about the past events on the island, as well as the past legends about Fujun and Wufeng."
"Well, thank you, young lady." The shopkeeper accepted the gold plate with a smile, then poured tea for Lorraine Hill, brought a wooden chair for him to sit down, and then continued to talk about the relationship between his ancestors at the counter.
Some past events passed down.
In this way, Lorraine Hill listened to those ancient stories and anecdotes in this peaceful little shop. Some of them are classics passed down to later generations, and some are stories that Lorraine Hill has never heard of in the outside world, such as Chifeng Suqin.
It is said that Caihua was afraid of the dark when she was a child, so Caihua made her a vermilion lantern and asked her to carry it at night. Later, this style of lantern gradually spread, and every household would hang it during festivals. Only after it became popular, the origin of the lantern
, but very few people know about it.
Even if such a story was true, Suqin would not tell it to herself. Lorraine Hill sat aside, imagining what the mature and steady Suqin in his impression would look like when he was a child.
Then time passed slowly, and by the time Lorraine Hill got up, it was almost noon.
At this time, I happened to go to Suqin's place to have a meal, and Luo Lan felt a little bad.
Carrying the newly bought clothes, Lorraine Hill walked slowly towards the place where Suqin and Honghu lived in seclusion.
After knocking on the door and entering, Suqin was not surprised that Lorraine Hill came again today. Probably because of Lorraine's curious baby look yesterday, there must be many things she wanted to know from herself and Honghu.
"Hu is sleeping upstairs. Luo Lan goes to call her. I'm almost ready."
"Yeah." Lorraine Hill walked upstairs with brisk steps and found Honghu sleeping on the bamboo mat under the window sill. She was leaning sideways, her eyebrows were soft and pitiful, her long hair and snow-white dress were shining in the sun.
Inside, there seemed to be a faint halo overflowing.
It's really beautiful, Lorraine Hill thought unconsciously.
She has seen many beautiful women. Except for people like Yi Miaoxin who rely on their power to gain extraordinary charm, the only ones who can compare with this Honghu are probably Yixue Gelin and Frocia.
The appearance of witches is not bad, so it is very difficult to stand out among witches with appearance and appearance. Only a few people can do it. Although Lorraine Hill herself is one of them, she will always be unconscious.
Ignore this.
"Senior Honghu, it's time to get up." Lorraine Hill walked across the bamboo mat in white socks and came to Honghu. He bent down and looked at her still sleeping soundly, her eyelashes quiet in the sun.
Gently holding up the scattered hair with his hands, Lorraine Hill held Honghu's shoulders, feeling the somewhat soft body, and slowly floated it up. However, this person still seemed a little sleepy, lying on Lorraine Hill
On her shoulders, her eyelashes trembled slightly, never fully opening.
As a last resort, Lorraine Hill called a few more times, but apart from the initial snort in response, there was no other action.
Listening to the soft sounds coming from Suqin downstairs, Lorraine Hill knew that lunch was almost ready, so he had to put down his other hand, then lift up Honghu's legs and hug him sideways.
However, the sleeping Honghu's body unconsciously slipped to the middle, and the silk dress greatly reduced the friction. This forced Lorraine Hill to use his ability a little to support the body with a soft air ball.
Then he held him in his arms with some ease and walked down the stairs.
Her skin and cheeks were like mutton-fat jade, rising and falling slowly in her sleep. Even if she was carried downstairs, Honghu still looked gentle and without any danger. This made Lorraine Hill couldn't help but envy such a worry-free and assured person.
Perhaps only Keti can compare with this Honghu in terms of mentality.
Keti used to be the same. She always liked to be by her side no matter what happened. If she encountered something she was not interested in, she would not leave. Instead, she would sleep on his lap.
"Is Hu not awake yet?" Su Qin looked at Lorraine Hill carrying Hong Hu downstairs, opening her mouth slightly, a bit surprised.
"It's also a embarrassment for little Lorraine." As she said this, she walked over, carefully took Honghu from Lorraine Hill's hands, and then carried him to the wooden chair next to the table, letting him lean against the back of the chair.
Then, as if it was a prank, Suqin dipped a little water into her fingers and touched Honghu's forehead, causing the sleeping witch in a white dress to slowly open her eyes.
However, Suqin did not stop there, but continued to lightly draw on Honghu's forehead with water, as if outlining some pattern. At this time, Honghu's consciousness slowly came back.
"Qin bullied me again." She said this with a hint of softness, which made people want to bully her even more.
Seeing Honghu finally wake up, Suqin stood up from her bent position and said, "It's time to have lunch."
"Is it okay not to eat? In fact, I can go without eating for a long time." Honghu was still a little sleepy.
"It's okay, but I have to find a quiet and safe place for Hu to sleep." Suqin seemed to be seriously considering this matter.
"Then I'd better eat, because I have to supervise Qin." As he said this, Honghu gradually sat upright and leaned forward to look at the dining table. On it were the bamboo-flavored barbecue that Suqin had made today, and the snow-white fish soup.
The three of them sat at the table and ate slowly. Honghu was full after eating a small bowl, and then continued to take a nap while leaning on the back of the chair. Only Suqin and Lorraine Hill were left talking at the table.
"Actually, Honghu is not sleepy all the time. She is normal when she goes out and can teach children. But when she is at home, she looks lazy." Suqin slightly defended her image as a good sister.
"In addition, if it is a rainy day, she will be very energetic and will occasionally play the piano or paint with me."
Lorraine Hill nodded, feeling that Honghu was actually very relieved of Suqin, which was why he slept so relaxedly at home.
"Is Senior Honghu's ability related to rain?"
"Yes, if we use the naming method among witches, she should be called the witch of Yanyu Huanlong. Her abilities are related to water mist, drizzle, and illusion. In the faction she inherits, most of the witch blessings are rain blessings. Through the rain,
To regulate the breath of dragon veins."
"In the Taoism passed down by me, there are mostly fire blessings, such as Yuyan Honglumen, Qingluan mostly uses wind blessings, such as Biluo Xiaoyao Palace, condensation stains the green square, and Eunuchs mostly use mountain blessings, such as mowing
In Lei Qizhou, mountain god worship is particularly prosperous."
"As for Quanbo, she is not interested in offering sacrifices in person, but she is particularly good at using magic circles and the like to achieve the effect of guiding the breath of the dragon's veins. The Burning Incense Star Observation Mansion that you are familiar with has inherited this skill
skill."
After that, Suqin and Lorraine Hill talked in detail about the differences and various characteristics between the four blessings. This made Lorraine Hill gain a lot, and he was thinking about whether to compile related teaching books in the future.
Future shrine maiden priests will learn from this.
After the two finished eating, they continued to talk on the second floor. At this time, Honghu was also sleeping in Suqin's arms, very quietly.
In this way, a cicada gradually began to chirp, and the early summer breeze passed slowly.
In the days that followed, Lorraine Hill traveled around the island, looking at the many ancient traces left here, including books about ancient times, stone tablets, operas, legends, stone statues, etc., and then he would talk to Su
Qin Honghu and Qin Honghu chatted and talked about many things.
One rainy day, Honghu went out to teach the children of a family in the town again, and Lorraine Hill also went with him this time.
While accompanying Honghu in teaching children, Lorraine Hill slowly discovered how serious Honghu was and how he looked when he was not sleeping. Just like Caihua she once described, Honghu always had a calm attitude when faced with some scenes where ordinary people would be anxious.
Patience and delicate emotions can help the other person sort out the subtle shadows and uneasiness in their heart, allowing them to get out of it again.
This would be a very reassuring teacher, Lorraine Hill suddenly thought.
Comparing Lorraine Hill and Honghu, they are similar in many ways. Both patience and gentleness coexist, but their emphasis is slightly different. Lorraine Hill has a more sensitive awareness, so there is no need to
Slowly look for and wait for problems to arise.
But if you are a child with average qualifications, I am afraid you will encounter a lot of frustration here in Loland Hill, because there seems to be a big gap between you and this teacher. Honghu will sit there quietly, repeating it again and again.
She told the story over and over again, without any fireworks in her voice, and was always so soft. If she really wanted to talk about a shortcoming, I'm afraid it was that she couldn't teach too many children at the same time, so she couldn't take care of everyone.
Thin raindrops dripped down the eaves, hitting the stone slabs and making a pleasant sound. Lorraine Hill sat by the fence of the pavilion, gently closing his eyes and listening, and occasionally looking downstairs, Honghu taught the little boy.
The girl reads a book of poetry.
The drizzle is continuous, the distant mountains are hazy, and the mist is hazy. It's spring and summer again.
Thanks for the support from the good boys in the second grade~
Thank you Yunyuyyss, Huanyu Meow
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