The nails-nailed wheels rolled over the soft grass, and the carriages bumped a bit on the wilderness. Five carriages were moving forward on the road, three of which carried goods and two carriages carried passengers, heading south.
The gray wooden carriage is very ordinary, and the drivers are several humans. If you observe carefully, you will find that these people are the same bards who performed and invited Lorraine Hill at the Flame Conference.
The young coachman drove his horse 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 angrily.
"I'm busy now."
"Are you my biological sister? I shouldn't have been instigated by you in the first place. I'm so tired after running so far." The younger brother muttered with some dissatisfaction.
"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.
"Hey, sister, is it really possible to make this promise?" the driver's brother asked while chewing the bread.
"No problem. If our newly written "The Poem of the Red Bird" can be completed successfully, it will definitely surpass the "Poetry of the Kingfisher" more than ten years ago. By then you will be rich and can marry a beautiful woman. A girl." The woman said slightly excitedly, and she didn't stop working on her hands.
You can see from opening the car window that there is a small table inside, with messy books, quills, paints, ink bottles, etc. on it. There are sentences scrawled on the drawings and sketches, which seem to be trying to depict something. scene.
The smartly dressed young woman picked up the painting book again, opened one of the pages and continued to draw. The bright paint flew freely on the painting book, quickly sketching a shocking beautiful scenery. Thanks to the extraordinary skill of this female poet, she was shaking You can also paint easily on the carriage.
"Who would have thought that we were so lucky this time that we actually witnessed the legend with our own eyes."
Carefully recalling the unique scene I saw that day, as the paint continued to fill up, the green forest surrounded me, fluorescent flowers bloomed between the shades of the trees, and in the center of the picture where the moonlight was shining, a girl in a white dress sat on a branch, playing a piano. And Sing, although her face is blurred, the fairyland-like beauty still gives people boundless shock.
The poems that have been sung have never stopped, and the past stories may have been gradually forgotten by people, but new legends have also begun to be written.
In the center of the ancient Gufiya grassland, which used to be rough and fierce, now there is a statue with exquisite style and lightness.
A girl stood in the wind, her long sleeves and skirt fluttering in the wind, her hands raised high, as if there were flames blooming in her hands, and beside her skirt and feet was a piece of lush grass.
The dress on the statue is elegant and the flames are burning lifelike. Only the girl's face is not described in detail, leaving just the right amount of blank space, which has aroused the imagination of countless people.
Although the sun was scorching, the statue was still crowded with grateful people. They held alfalfa in their hands, kowtowed in thanks, and chanted Elani's name with pious expressions.
A few birds landed on the shoulders of the statue, looked at the crowd below, tilted their heads, chirped, and then fluttered their wings and took off again. Under the cloud-filled sky, the green wilderness was endless, and the crowds continued to flow. Extending to the distant horizon.
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After half a year, Lorraine Hill returned to her original home again. The fiery red maple leaves were falling, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, she opened the dusty wooden door.
The furnishings in the house were as they always were, except for a little dust.
"Looks like it's time to clean up."
Just do it. The girl first tied up her hair with a hair tie and put on a homely cotton dress. Then she took out a wooden bucket from the room and went to the creek not far outside the courtyard to get water.
puff--
The wooden barrel made of maple wood fell into the water, and then the clear and cold mountain spring water gurgled. Occasionally, a few crimson maple leaves entered the barrel along the flowing water, and were carefully picked out by the girl, and then fell into the water again.
The clear stream reflected the dense layers of maple leaves in the sky, and the fiery red maple leaves also dyed the stream an intoxicating red.
Carrying the half-full wooden bucket back to the maple cabin, Lorraine Hill took off a thick white cotton rag from the cabinet. Soak the rag in water, moisten it and then take it out. There is no need to twist the water.
Too dry.
First, there is the indoor furniture. Due to the excellent waterproofness of the extraordinary maple wood, and the fact that it has been sealed with the magic power of the natural sequence, it basically won’t leak. When you scrub it, you don’t have to worry about getting the things stored inside wet.
The water was thin and scattered on the cabinet and table. As the girl scrubbed them, they began to return to their original red maple color.
First scrub it roughly, then use another rag and scrub it carefully the second time. For some sunken corners, carefully press the rag with your fingers, insert it, and wipe it clean.
After scrubbing the furniture, next comes the floor.
The girl knelt down and placed the rag on one side of the floor, pressed it down with a little force, and then pushed it to the other side. The water stains waded across the gray floor, revealing its original reddish-brown color.
After repeating this process several times, the first room was roughly scrubbed.
Then the second room, the third room...until all rooms are roughly scrubbed.
The black sewage was collected and poured into a small field behind the courtyard, where it was treated as waste.
Then I brought in a bucket of clean water and scrubbed it a second time. After scrubbing this time, the sewage was much lighter.
After everything was scrubbed, it became dark.
After pouring out the sewage and putting the cleaning tools back into the utility room, Lorraine Hill stood up, wiped his sweating forehead with the back of his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Speaking of which, I haven't done housework properly for a long time, and I feel a little rusty.
Walking across the wet floor with bare feet, a cool feeling spreads from the soles of the feet, and the silver moonlight shines into the room from the window sill and falls on the floor that is not yet dry.
The girl put her arms on the windowsill and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
If my mother saw this, she would probably criticize me again.
My mother always does housework in the early morning when she gets up early, because there are very few people active during this time, and no one will walk by and leave footprints while she is doing it. The early morning sunlight shining into the room can also speed up the drying.
Naturally, I rarely see that scene when I go to school on weekdays, but during holidays, I always sleep until almost noon before getting up. When I come out of the bedroom sleepily, I can smell the unique smell of evaporating water vapor, and then I am scolded by my mother.
, the sun is shining on my buttocks and so on.
After that, step carefully on the floor without any traces of water, and wash it without leaving any footprints.
My mother is an extremely hard-working person, so naturally she doesn't like herself being idle. Whenever she has a holiday, she will make herself do housework.
Unfortunately, I am not very good at what I do. I am often lazy and use only one hand to mop. My mother often tells me that I have to use both hands together and bend down to look like I am working.
At that time, I thought that I could just wipe it clean, and the work was not for outsiders to see, so why bother. Sometimes I would step on the mop with one foot and scrub some hard-to-clean stains, which I thought was pretty good.
With the memories of the past in his mind, Lorraine Hill walked into the kitchen, picked up the boiling kettle, went to the bathroom next to him, and took a comfortable hot bath with the cool and clean stream water.
After putting on a clean white dress, the girl moved a bamboo deck chair into the courtyard.
On an autumn night, under the tall red maple tree, the girl lay on a bamboo couch, feeling the gentle night breeze blowing through her body, bringing bursts of coolness.
The leaves rustled softly, a bright moon hung high in the night sky, the silver light like water spread over the mountains and fields, and a few lonely birdsong came from the distant forest.