Shui Miaomiao didn't know why the wheelchair had to be pushed by San Miaomiao. When he pushed it, the sun was still shining there.
The key is to be picked up by Sanzhuo and walked down the small building.
Shui Miaomiao is lying in Sanmao's arms. It feels like she doesn't need a wheelchair at all!
Sanzhuo is too strong. Compared with him, Shui Miaomiao came from the kingdom of Lilliput.
The little one is more than enough to sit on Sanmao's arm.
After leaving the small building, the cold wind blew in the face. Shui Miaomiao tightened her Thousand Feather Crane cloak, and then suddenly remembered that the end time of Peach Blossom Spring was set to be December.
In the Peach Blossom Spring, the four seasons are like spring, but outside there are still spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The sun's rays only looked warm, without any warmth at all. Shui Miaomiao felt extremely cold, and she hugged her arms tightly.
Sanmao waved his hand and asked Simu to remove the wheelchair, "I wish I could carry Miaomiao for a walk."
"Of course it's fine if you don't mind me being heavy."
Sanmao is like a stove, which is the envy of Shui Miaomiao, who is currently extremely weak. Within a few minutes of coming out, the autumn wind blew her to the bone.
"It's not heavy. On the contrary, it's too light. I feel like Miaomiao will be blown away by the wind if she's not careful." Sanzhuo said this truthfully.
Shui Miaomiao smiled. Sanmao usually didn't speak, but when he spoke, he made people want to listen.
"Do you know how many girls can't lose weight even if they want to?"
"Nujue is more plump and looks better."
Si Chu kicked her feet three times, what are you saying to Miaomiao!
Shui Miaomiao held Sanmao's biceps and smiled softly.
Although this flower house is still full of flowers, in the autumn and winter days, it still makes people feel depressed, maybe because this flower house is too big and there are too few people.
There is no one to appreciate the beautiful flowers, and they have lost their aura.
The chat with Sanzhuo broke through this desolation.
Shui Miaomiao huddled on Sanmao's arm and laughed in a low voice for a long time.
After Peach Blossom Spring, she never really smiled.
I can't laugh anymore. Although I won't say anything to anyone, if I close my eyes, the Bone Giant Juicer will come to mind, as well as the look in Kang Xiaozhi's eyes before he died, and the conversation with Ling Na. ·····
I don't know how to vent these emotions, and I have no one to talk to.
Even if they didn't say it, Shui Miaomiao could tell that the Peach Blossom Spring incident had a big impact on Leng Ningchi and the others.
Leng Ningchi slept in the room next to hers, and she could vaguely hear the cries in her sleep coming from her room every night.
They also witnessed the death of so many people in the Tiankeng, and no one could accept it for a while.
Even Hua Yixian was much quieter than usual. For three to five days, she had been looking at him with dark circles under her eyes every day, and then left.
Lan Jixuan was like this. I heard that he used up all the rice paper prepared by Huazhai because he was practicing calligraphy. He also wanted to meditate while practicing calligraphy.
Everyone is like this. Shui Miaomiao doesn't want to trouble anyone. She listens to her own nagging. Everyone is the same. She can only figure it out on her own. The opinions of outsiders are of no use.
Shui Miaomiao felt that she had come out long ago.
Shui Miaomiao knew the cruelty of the world from the beginning, but she just couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it.
Only when Kang Xiaozhi slowly became cold in his arms did Shui Miaomiao feel that she had some connection with the world. She still longed for a marriage certificate, but she didn't want to lose anything else...
"San Mao?" Si Jun patted San Mao and said, "Is Miaomiao asleep? Send her back to the house. The wind is getting stronger."
"How old is this? Why are there still butterflies?"
It was another sunny day. Shui Miaomiao sat on Sanmao's shoulder to get some air and looked at a blue butterfly flying among the flowers.
"That's the Ice Blue Butterfly."
"Ah? Really." Shui Miaomiao said embarrassedly, rubbing her eyes.
The ice blue butterfly flew in front of Shui Miaomiao, drawing a circle, as if to accuse, but how could it be forgotten in just half a year.
"Immortal Xianyan asked him to come over and stay with you, Miaomiao. It's just that you couldn't get out of bed a few days ago, so he didn't let him disturb you." Si Mi explained at the side.
Stretching out his hand, the ice blue butterfly stopped in the center of his palm. Shui Miaomiao looked at it carefully and suddenly said: "It's only been half a year, but it feels like a long time has passed."
Lowering his hand, the ice blue butterfly flew on Yueqin's hairpin, which was inexplicably harmonious and beautiful.
"Are you tired, Miaomiao? Why don't you go back." Sima suggested.
Shui Miaomiao shook her head and refused, "It's only Sanmo who contributed. I have nothing to do. I just feel that it is too lonely and bitter. These flowers are so beautiful and no one appreciates them."
Speaking of which, I don’t know when we will be able to come out of the shadow of Peach Blossom Spring.
Shui Miaomiao unconsciously said that Leng Ningchi and the others were frightened by the dead just like him.
Even though they grew up in the mortal world, which was relatively civilized, it should be commonplace to inculcate the world of gods and demons in their childhood education.
But the scene of the bones eating people was too impactful, but it can be passed.
They are all depressed now, and it seems that they are more afraid of the feeling of being powerless to resist being suppressed by the spirit.
Shui Miaomiao can also understand that in her 'hometown' she is an adult in her twenties, but in this world of gods and demons where the average age is over a hundred, they are just children.
It always takes some external force to cheer up. If you think to yourself, it is easy to get into trouble.
"What's the date today?" Shui Miaomiao asked.
Just as Si Chu was about to answer, Shui Miaomiao raised his hand to stop him.
"Forget it, you have no such thing as solar terms, just think of it as the winter solstice today."
"What is the winter solstice?" Sanzhuo asked.
Shui Miaomiao came closer, smiled in Sanmao's ear and replied: "Winter Solstice is a solar term. In my hometown, we eat dumplings today."
"dumpling?"
"Yes, it should be steaming hot, freshly packaged and cooked. Put it in the pot under boiling water and watch the white and fat figures rolling in the pot, tsk."
Shui Miaomiao sighed, "I'm so greedy, let me think about what dumplings were called in ancient times, dumpling ears? Let's make dumpling ears!"
Shui Miaomiao hugged Sanmu's neck and looked at Simu who looked disapproving.
Si Miao nodded helplessly. San Miao was obviously leaning towards Shui Miaomiao. He was isolated and unable to help, but it was better to cook than to go out and go out on the street.
"Let's also call Ning Chi Hua Yixian and the others..."
"Does the gentleman understand that he is far away from the chef?"
Shui Miaomiao, who was sitting aside in the kitchen and directing Sanmao to make noodles, looked at the door. It was strange. It was not strange to hear this sentence, but it was strange to hear it from Hua Yixian's mouth.
"I don't want to go in anyway."
Hua Yixian crossed her arms and stood at the door of the kitchen, "I'm responsible for eating."
"If you don't want to go in, then get out of the way!" Leng Ning roared, patted Hua Yixian's arm, walked into the kitchen, looked at Miaomiao, and said, "Miaomiao, are you going to cook? Or should I? Come and prepare it, what do you want to eat?"
Looking at Leng Ningchi's anxious expression, Shui Miaomiao bit her finger.
What a blessing it was to the Immortal Wenren. The bowl of porridge on the Immortal Boat was what made Leng Ning obsessed with it to this day!
Leng Ningchi also felt that his dislike was too obvious, so he lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Don't worry." Shui Miaomiao said helplessly, swinging her legs, "Sijun was willing to let me into the kitchen, but she was willing to die and refused to give in to prevent me from cooking. I can only direct now, but my cooking skills are really good. It’s very good, Ningchi, trust me! When I’m ready, I’ll cook you the Miao family’s private kitchen, no, it’s the Miao family’s private kitchen.”
I accidentally ended up bald in my previous life.
