Luo Binhan held the water glass with trembling hands. The cup was steaming hot, carrying the sweetness of petals and honey, but it couldn't resist the chills brought to him by Momolo's sight of infinite joy.
"...I can explain." He said calmly.
"Explain?" Momolo said happily, "Mr. Luo, what do you want to explain?"
Luo Binhan took a deep breath of the warm scent of scented tea, and then said painfully: "What I just said outside..."
"It's really outstanding Mr. Luo!"
Momolo grabbed his hand and sighed sincerely: "I have always heard from my seniors that the sexual interaction between Homo sapiens is a very subtle and beautiful thing. Even if you are full of love in your heart, you must not be too blunt. Talk, but use euphemistic words and abstract metaphors to hint, so as to avoid being abrupt and frightening the other party. What Mr. Luo just said is using this method, right? It not only compares the other party to the person in the dream, but also affirms the real her It is more beautiful...Such brilliant rhetoric can also be used to communicate with the human body, so please, Mr. Luo, be sure to teach me your experience!"
Luo Binhan slowly pulled his hand back.
"Old Mo," he said earnestly, "anyone who can say the words I just said to someone I just met is not an ordinary person. We Homo sapiens have special words to describe such people."
"Mr. Luo, does he mean 'love'?"
"Wrong." Luo Binhan said, "He's a 'shameless scoundrel' - it's a good thing my mother didn't get this case, otherwise she could have sued me to the point of bankruptcy."
He buried his face in the mouth of the water glass sadly. At this time, the door creaked open, and Mi Gula poked her head in with a basket of fruits.
"Robin," she said in surprise, "Is this the way you drink water in your hometown?"
Luo Binhan quickly raised his face: "No, no, I just want to make some aromatherapy."
Yaleriga began to shake her head. She stood up on her own initiative and pulled Mi Gula into the room.
"There's no need to prepare anything to eat," she said. "We just want to come and see you, and if you're always in the kitchen, it's putting the cart before the horse. We'd rather talk to you."
Mi Gula happily sat down next to Yaleriga. Luo Binhan secretly took a look at her expression and didn't notice anything strange about her. Everything looked calm.
Yaleriga swung the chain on her horn happily and looked at Migula with soft eyes. Her focused expression had an irresistible charm, and Mi Gula blushed unnaturally.
Luo Binhan coughed twice while holding the tea cup.
"You come to see the doctor alone." Yaleriga said, "Isn't there anyone to accompany you?"
"I don't want to leave my grandmother either," Migula said, "but she is too old and has many new children to take care of, so she can't come with me."
Her words made Luo Binhan feel strange. He waited for a while, but Yaleriga did not continue to ask questions. Luo Binhan had no choice but to take the initiative: "Your grandmother wants to take care of a new child?"
"Yes, this is her job." Migula said, "Grandma has been taking care of the children since she was young. She never took a day off. She regarded us as her own children."
Luo Binhan suddenly realized that this topic was completely different from what he expected. He immediately stopped asking anything about Mi Gula's parents and changed his words: "Then she has a hard time... Can you still contact her here?"
"We're too far apart, I don't think it's possible."
Mi Gula looked a little regretful, but not very sad. Her attention was quickly diverted by Yaleriga, and they chatted about other topics.
Yaleriga began to talk about her ex-boyfriend, a handsome, wealthy, gentle and aristocratic young man who was full of devout family beliefs. How they met in a city full of music and flowers, and finally parted ways in a beautiful dusk.
Migula was fascinated by what he heard. She asked somewhat sadly: "Do you like him very much, Ms. Yagalai?"
"It used to be," Yaleriga said.
"Then why do you have to leave?" Migula said, "If it were me, I would never go anywhere. No matter how interesting the outside world is, it would be so lonely if I was the only one traveling. ah."
Yaleriga finished sipping the scented tea gracefully, and then said: "We couldn't get along with each other on some concepts, so I stopped loving him. Now I travel with a few companions, which is very interesting."
Luo Binhan couldn't help but feel strong doubts about her remarks. He had every reason to believe that the noble's ex-boyfriend was fictitious. Otherwise, they should not have broken up because of their differences in ideas, but because Jing Huang had robbed the noble family.
The tea party finally ended successfully under the control of Yaleriga. Mi Gula looked very happy and completely forgot about the scumbag remarks Luo Binhan made at the beginning. She wanted to put away the cups, but was stopped by Yaleriga.
"I think we can just take care of these." Yaleriga said, "The flowers outside are very beautiful. Can you pick some for me to take back as specimens?"
Mi Gula went happily. Luo Binhan felt that he had escaped death, but before he could feel happy, Yaleriga came over and grabbed his shoulders.
"Momolo and I will clear the table later." She whispered, "You and her go for a walk outside."
Luo Binhan's happiness suddenly disappeared. He begged Yaleriga for mercy: "Isn't this inappropriate? You chatted with her for so long and finally asked me to go for a walk with her? What a bad behavior to pick peaches!"
"This is your mission." Yaleriga said.
"What's the mission? Let her confess her love to me before dark? Otherwise, you will turn me into a frog?"
"The current owner of this farm is named Akurahama."
"What?"
"Tianchang farmer Chirabin, he is the grandson of Chiraban, the current owner of this farm. When the dwarf businessman was hanged, Chirabin and the other two guests were locked in the warehouse. Now another The two have left Gate City, and Akurahama is the only one who has settled nearby."
Yaleriga requested: "Go and talk to her, find out about Chirabin's current situation, and see if you can dig out more details. Her grandmother may be Chiraban's friend."
Luo Binhan was a little suspicious of Yaleriga's true intentions, but he couldn't produce any evidence, so he had no choice but to be pushed out of the small and simple farmhouse by Momolo.
The farmhouse is located in the southwest corner of the farm, next to the wooden fence and willow forest, and you can vaguely see the path leading to the town. Migu La was standing under the willow tree, stretching out his hands to break the pliable willow branches. A wicker ring already hung on her arm.
Luo Binhan walked over bravely.
"Robin!" Migula said, "I'm looking for flowers for you. Ms. Yagalai said she wanted to make specimens, but I think that would be a pity. There are vacuum machines and sealed jars in the old warehouse on the farm. I think I I can make you some eternal garlands, that will definitely be interesting.”
Luo Binhan only agreed. He came with the task assigned by Yaleriga, but he didn't know how to speak naturally.
"The flowers are quite beautiful." He said without saying anything, "It's just that this place is a bit deserted. Is it convenient for you, a patient, to live here alone?"
Mi Gula laughed. "I love it here," she said. "I loved playing in the fields when I was little. The dirt and bugs were so interesting. If I had the time and energy, I really hope I could take care of it."
Luo Binhan felt strongly that he should really give him a set of farming tools instead of flower candies. He waved his hand and said, "I'll bring you a hoe and ax next time... Do you have a blacksmith shop here that is responsible for upgrading tools?"
Mi Gula looked at him doubtfully: "Hoe? But there is a multi-functional tractor in the warehouse."
Luo Binhan immediately chose to shut up. He grew up in the city and was even a little confused about the relationship between soybeans and soybeans.
"Your thoughts are really strange sometimes." Migula said, "The same way you spoke before. Did you dream about me? Is that the way your race greets you?"
Luo Binhan quickly borrowed the donkey from the slope and nodded desperately. Then he remembered that Mi Gula didn't understand the meaning of "nodding". He was about to open his mouth to explain, but this time Mi Gula somehow understood his actions.
"Do dreams have special meaning to your race? Prophecies? Or do you rely on them to decide who to see the next day?"
Mi Gula reached out and picked off a small blue flower that looked like a purple pansy. She inserted the flower into the willow ring, then turned her head and stared at Luo Binhan.
"I had this feeling when I first met you, Robin," she said. "You always seemed like you were in a trance and dreaming."
