"When will the Sage come back?" Palinsha looked at Lorraine Hill who had put on the black and silver robe again, lowered her head and asked.
"About early next year, there are still some things that need to be dealt with." I can't say that I still have to go to school, the girl thought to herself.
In the two years she spent in Emenas, she read a lot of books and met many classmates from other regions, gaining a better understanding of the world. It can be said that she gained a lot, if not for the promise she made to Pullman this time.
Invited, I'm afraid I will stay there for five years before leaving step by step.
However, things are changing. Nowadays, Crancia is in the early stages of founding a country, and many problems need to be solved urgently. If some regulations and policies are not correct at the beginning, subsequent corrections will waste a lot of energy and resources, and many opportunities will be missed.
She had to put aside the people and things in school for the time being and participate in the construction of Clanccia first.
However, some promises still have to be kept. Before the holiday, she promised Frocia that she would spend the winter festival party at the end of the year with her, so she would have to stay at school for a while in the second half of the year.
"See you next year, Palinsha."
Lorraine Hill waved and said goodbye to the secretary-general. As for the others, she had already said so before, and besides, the separation time this time wouldn't be too long, so there was no need to make it too formal.
"Goodbye, Lord Lorraine Hill."
Palinsha lifted her skirt and saluted, then a breeze blew up, and the silver-haired girl disappeared into the blue sky.
The boundless wilderness and mountains undulated on the earth, and the rivers reflected the crystal light, decorating the earth like ribbons. With the warm summer wind blowing, Lorraine Hill looked at these magnificent mountains and rivers, and his heart rose.
There was a burst of pride.
Even if it encounters all kinds of scars and destruction, the world will still be revitalized and still so beautiful.
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One day later, Tixilan Mountains, Maple Leaf Garden.
As the air flow dissipated, her dress slowly fell down, and Lorraine Hill returned to the home she had left for nearly a month. She took off her coat and put on light slippers. She threw herself on the soft big bed and rolled over with the pillow in her arms.
One circle.
It's still comfortable in your own home.
She lay on her back on the bed, spread her hands, took off her slipper with one foot, and stepped on the bed. Looking at the wood-grained ceiling, it was really incredible to think back on the experience of this month.
Before she went out, she actually didn't think too much, she just wanted to see what Crancia looked like today and whether Pullman had led the country in the right direction.
As a result, he was caught by this student, and he suddenly changed from a bystander to a participant.
It seems that she has been very busy these years, but next time she goes to Crancia, she probably has to visit various counties and provinces first to see the actual situation in each place, otherwise it will be bad if she is too divorced from reality.
In this way, she lay on the bed and took a nap for a while before waking up in the afternoon.
After getting up, she walked around in her backyard, picked a few green cucumbers, and put them into a basket.
Under the summer sunshine, the colors in the forest are particularly clear and bright, the green leaves sway in the breeze along with the branches, and the crystal clear stream flows on the pebbles, making a subtle and pleasant sound.
Lorraine Hill opened her hands and walked on the rocks beside the stream, maintaining her balance. The warm summer wind in the forest carried a hint of coolness, making her hair float with it.
After turning around several tall redwoods and stones, she found a suitable position, put the basket in her hand into the stream, and then blocked it with a few pebbles to prevent the basket from being washed away by the water. The few cucumbers in the basket also
Soak in the cool stream water and slowly filter away the summer heat.
Simply blowing a big stone clean, Lorraine Hill sat on it, her white skirt split into mottled shapes by the sunlight between the shades of the trees. She took off her sandals, put her toes into the water, and felt a burst of cold water.
As the calves spread up the body.
The girl watched her two feet rise and fall in the stream, splashing playfully. After playing like this for a while, she put them down.
She leaned on the sloping stone and looked at the leaves in the sky. The blue sky was faintly revealed from the branches and leaves, and a gust of wind blew, making a rustling sound.
Close your eyes and hear the distant chirping of birds in the forest.
After a long time, she opened her eyes. As a breeze blew up, her body slowly landed on the place where the basket had been placed.
Take out the soaked cold cucumber, break it into two pieces with a crisp sound, then take a bite, and the cool and slightly sweet feeling will fill your mouth.
In fact, when she was a child, she still knew how to peel cucumbers, because the cucumbers at that time were indeed green and yellow, with a smooth surface, thicker and rounder, which was more inconvenient to chew. Later, there was only one kind of cucumber on the market.
It is the kind that is slender and has small serrations on the surface. The advantage of this kind of cucumber is that you don’t need to peel it, just wash it and you can eat it. It feels like a popsicle.
After eating a few cucumbers, Lorraine Hill took out her fishing rod, sat on a rock and fished leisurely. Of course, it would be faster for her to catch the fish directly, but that would be no fun.
In the depths of the stream, a few fallen leaves were floating on the water, and white quills were constantly undulating on the water. The bait below swayed back and forth under the touch of the swimming fish. The silver-haired girl on the side looked curiously at these palm-long river fish.
, I was wondering whether it would be better to steam or braise it tonight.
The decision is yours.
The fishing line stretched long in the air, and an orange carp (king?) jumped out of the water and landed on the grass nearby. Its tail kept rolling, and its body bounced up and down on the ground.
King Magikarp uses water splash, and the effect is extraordinary.
Lorraine Hill came over, squatted down and put the basket next to her. Looking at the carp, she poked it with her finger. Then the carp jumped up hard and soared to an altitude of more than 500 millimeters above the ground.
Fall into the basket that you have been waiting for for a long time.
It's great, so you don't have to get your hands sticky.
Carrying the basket, Lorraine Hill walked toward the hut where he lived and began to prepare today's dinner.
At night, she flipped through the recipes stored in the system, looking at the browned fish bodies fried in China, and flipping them over with a spatula from time to time.
"Well, well, I need to add some Sichuan peppercorns, garlic, and chili peppers at this time..."
The auxiliary ingredients are poured into the pot, and along with the sound of oil sizzling, a burst of aroma comes out of the pot.
"Then add boiling water, simmer for a while, sprinkle some green mysterious substance, and then it's ready."
Holding a wooden bowl to serve out a bowl of white, glutinous rice, the girl took chopsticks and sat next to the rolling pot, waiting for a moment.
I stretched out my chopsticks and took a small bite. The deliciousness of the fish, the slight numbness of the Sichuan peppercorns, and the aroma of the chili overflowed my taste buds.