Chapter 247

Three days later, the grassland of gufia.

The nailed wheels ran over the soft grass, and the carriage was bumpy in the field. Five carriages were on the road, three of them carrying goods and two carrying passengers, heading south.

The gray wooden carriage is very common. The driver is a few human beings. If you look carefully, you will find that these people are just the minstrels who performed and invited Lorraine hill at the flame conference.

The young coachman drove the horse and drove it away. As the sun rose, he felt a little hungry, so he called back.

"Sister, I'm hungry ~"

"Find your own food." A female voice is not angry.

"I'm busy now."

"Are you my own sister? I shouldn't have been encouraged by you at the beginning. I'm so tired after running so far. " The younger brother was a little discontented.

"Here you are." The front window of the carriage was pushed open, and a girl with a black horsetail put bread into her brother's mouth to stop her mouth.

"Wo Shuo, elder sister, is it really possible to smash our promise, every ~" asked the coachman's younger brother, chewing bread.

"No problem. If we can successfully complete the new poem of red bird, it will be more than the poem of Kingfisher more than ten years ago. Then you will have money and be able to marry a beautiful girl." The woman is a little excited to say, the Kung Fu on the hand also does not stop.

You can see from the window that there is a small table with messy books, quills, pigments, ink bottles and so on. There are sentences scribbled on the drawing, and there are sketches, which seem to describe some scenes.

The well-dressed young woman picked up the picture book again, opened one of the pages and continued to draw. The bright colors danced wantonly on the picture book, quickly sketching a shocking beauty. Thanks to the poetess's extraordinary skill, she can easily paint on the shaking carriage.

"Who would have thought that we were so lucky this time that we witnessed the legend with our own eyes."

Looking back on that day, I saw the peerless scene. With the continuous filling of paint, the green forest is surrounded by the trees, and there are fluorescent flowers in full bloom among the trees. In the middle of the picture, a girl in white dress sits on the branch, playing the piano and singing. Although her face is blurred, the beautiful scenery like a fairyland still gives people a boundless shock.

The poetry has never been stopped, and the stories of the past may be gradually forgotten, but new legends are also beginning to be written.

In the past, there was a beautiful and light statue in the middle of the wild grassland.

A girl stood in the wind, long sleeves and skirts flying in the wind, hands held high, as if there were flames in the palm, skirt and feet is a lush growth of grass.

The dress on the statue is elegant, and the flame is vivid. Only the girl's face is not depicted in detail, and the appropriate blank space has aroused countless people's reverie.

Despite the scorching sun, the statue is still surrounded by grateful people, holding alfalfa, kowtowing, chanting the name of elani, with a devout look.

Several birds landed on the shoulders of the statue, looked at the crowd below, tilted their heads, chirped, and then flapped their wings to take off. Under the sky full of flowing clouds, the green wilderness is boundless and boundless, and the flowing crowd extends to the distant horizon.

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Half a year later, Lorraine Hill returned to her original home. The red maple leaves were falling, and she pushed open the dusty wooden door in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The furnishings in the house, as always, just a little dust.

"Well, it's going to be cleaned“

The girl first tied up her hair with a hair band and put on a home-made cotton dress. Then she took out a wooden bucket from her room and went to the stream not far from the courtyard to get water.

Poof——

The barrel made of maple falls into the water, and then purrs the clear and cold spring water. Occasionally a few scarlet maple leaves along the water into the barrel, was carefully selected by the girl, and then fell back into the water.

The clear stream reflects the dense layers of maple leaves in the sky, and the fiery red maple leaves also dye the stream red.

Carrying dozens of half full barrels back to the maple cottage, Lorraine Hill went up and down the cupboard with a thick white cotton rag. Immerse the cloth in water and take it out after wetting. The water doesn't need to be too dry.

First of all, the indoor furniture, due to the extraordinary Maple waterproof good, plus she used the magic of natural sequence for sealing, basically will not leak. You don't have to worry about getting wet when you scrub.

Water thin and scattered from the cabinet and table left, with the girl's scrubbing, they began to restore the original red maple color.

First, roughly scrub it, then change a rag, and carefully scrub it for the second time. For some concave corners, carefully press the rag with your fingers, then probe in and wipe it clean.

After scrubbing the furniture, there's the floor.

The girl squatted down, put the rag on one side of the floor, pressed it with a little force, and then pushed it to the other side. The water ran across the gray floor, revealing the original reddish brown.

After so many times, the first room was roughly scrubbed.

Then the second, the third... Until all the rooms are roughly scrubbed.

The black sewage is collected and dumped in a small field behind the courtyard, which is regarded as waste.

Then a bucket of clean water was used for the second scrubbing. After this scrubbing, the sewage was much lighter.

After all the scrubbing, it was dark.

Pouring out the sewage and putting the cleaning tools back in the utility room, Lorraine hill stood up, wiped his sweating forehead with the back of his hand and breathed.

Speaking of it, I haven't done housework well for a long time. I'm a little strange.

Bare feet through the wet floor, a cool feeling spread from the soles of the feet up, silver moonlight from the windowsill to the interior, fell on the floor is not dry.

The girl put her arm on the windowsill and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

If I let my mother see this picture, she would probably say "I'm the one".

Mother always does housework in the early morning, because there are very few people in this period of time. No one will walk by and leave footprints while doing housework. The early morning sun can also accelerate its drying.

It's hard to see that scene when I go to school on weekdays, but during holidays, I always sleep until noon. Sleepy eyes from the bedroom, you can smell the peculiar smell of steam evaporation, and then be scolded by the mother, the sun is drying the ass and so on.

Then carefully step on the floor without water trace, do not leave footprints to wash.

Mother is a very diligent person. Naturally, she can't see herself idle. Whenever she has a holiday, she will let herself do housework.

It's a pity that I didn't do it well. I was often lazy and used only one hand to mop. My mother often said that I had to use both hands together and bend down to work.

At that time, I felt as long as I cleaned it up. I didn't work for outsiders. Why. Sometimes a foot on the mop, scrub some difficult stains, think it is also very good.

With memories of the past in my mind, Lorraine Hill went into the kitchen, picked up the boiling hot kettle, went to the bathroom next to him, and took a comfortable hot bath with cool and clean stream water.

Wearing a clean white dress, the girl moved a bamboo reclining chair to the courtyard.

On autumn nights, under the tall red maple trees, the girl is lying on a bamboo reclining chair, feeling the cool breeze blowing through her body.

The leaves make a light noise, a bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the silver light of water spreads all over the mountains. In the distant forest, there are several lonely birds.