On a new day, the light brain beside Arecio was still very quiet. He has finished the final finishing work of the new house. The small flowerbed in the yard has been fenced and signaged, and the seeds are quietly waiting to germinate in the soil. The saint gathered the shovel and other tools, looked up at Arecio, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and covered those signs with his body intentionally or unintentionally.
Arecio rushed over with great interest.
"What kind of flowers did you plant?"
Arecio stood on the edge of the flowerbed, peering in. He has already made up many of these flower species when they grow up, maybe they are roses, green leaves and red flowers, and they seem to be covered with a layer of gold powder in the shimmering light; maybe they are tulips, colorful and neatly arranged in the flowerbed; or some oriental flowers The unique flower is also very gorgeous, he can accept it... Why does the mental illness stop him
The saint was expressionless and tried to block his sight with his body.
Arecio had an ominous foreboding.
Soon, the ominous premonition became a reality, and he could clearly see the words on the signs—
[radish.]
[tomato.]
[potato.]
Arecio: …
His dream was shattered!
"I can only grow vegetables." The saint said calmly, "It's more economical to grow vegetables."
Arecio still looked at him in disbelief, what on earth did the temple do? He thought that the hunters trained by the temple should also be the kind of... The kind of people who don't eat human fireworks, and the neuropathy has successively used the two things of "being able to cook" and "growing radishes in the flowerbed", completely subverting his recognition. Know.
This is something he didn't know ten thousand years ago. After all, he and the neuropathy have been together less and less, and have never lived together like this.
"Aren't you planting any flowers at all?" Arecio was deeply depressed, but he didn't say that he would dig out the seeds that were planted. After all, the house has a share of mental illness. If he wants to plant radishes, then... let's plant radishes. …
The saint looked at him silently, suddenly bent down, picked out one of the unused signboards piled on the ground, pulled out the crayon, and handed it to Arecio.
"I was going to let you write it."
"Rose is planted by the wall."
The crayon pen was handed over to Arecio again, and Arecio came back to his senses and took the pen in a daze. The saint held the sign to make his writing more convenient, and Arecio slowly wrote down the word "rose" in their era.
The crayon was written in color, and Arecio thought it looked good, but the saint beside him raised his eyebrows slightly.
"This is a pen that can sense emotions. Your mood is really good."
Arecio was distracted, and he put the pen back to him in embarrassment. The saint indicated that he could go into the flowerbed to take a look at the area where the roses were grown. Arecio hesitated a little, but went in and squatted down against the wall.
The wet soil had obviously just been turned over. Arecio looked at the soil, and in his ears the saint was talking about waiting for the seeds to germinate and removing the gray curtain for a few hours every day so that the plants could see the light. In these plain and light narratives, Arecio seemed to see how roses grew out of the soil, slowly climbed the wall, and bloomed red and white splendid flowers, a scene he imagined for himself. Laughed.
"It's going to be nice," he said.
"certainly."
Arecio was a little happy, he touched the two candies in his pocket.
"Give me your hand," he said to the saint, who gave him a look.
"You are hungry?"
no!
The saint spread his palm in front of Arecio, and Arecio took out two candies from his pocket, one fell vertically into the saint's hands, and the other remained in his palm. At the time of the medical examination at the medical department, the neuropathy was still on guard for him, and he was reluctant to expose his hobbies. Who would have thought that they could share candy now
"It seems that no matter how the times change, people's design of candy always converges." Arecio grabbed one end of his candy, which was wrapped in golden paper, and the two ends were screwed tightly. , Arecio especially liked the process of eating this candy, before and now.
"It should be cute, shiny, and a little interactive when eating... I really like the process of pulling the candy wrappers."
When Ruzius heard the words, he first looked at the candy in his palm, and then at Arecio's candy. The low wall was still empty at this time, but the illusory roses swayed between them, casting mottled shadows.
He spoke slowly.
"Does yours seem bigger?"
Arecio: ? ?
Mass production of sugar, than the size? He was simply inexplicable, he simply threw the candy in his hand and let the other party compare himself.
"What? My big one?"
"...It seems to be my illusion."
The saint returned the candy to him, and Arecio was about to make a mockery when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and looked down at the candy in his hand in disbelief.
The tightened ends have been pulled apart.
"… "
You fucking... give you candy and still be such a dog? !
He was so angry that he turned his head and left, of course, even at this time, he was jumping and jumping, taking care not to step on the neurotic tomatoes, radishes and potatoes.
The saint was still standing in the middle of the flowerbed, turning the crayon a few times in his hand. He looked down at the rose sign, leaned over and drew a string of roses on the sign. The colorful rose pattern surrounded the colorful rose names, which was particularly conspicuous among the bare tomato and radish signs.
Tomatoes & Radishes & Potatoes:…
I understand, Rose is her own, right
Even if he was angry, Arecio had to act with the neurotic. When they returned to the nursery center again, they had already come to work. Ellie originally said that they should rest for a few days, but neither Arecio nor Ruzius felt very tired.
It's the physical quality that's there.
Arecio was going to the empty room with Ellie at this time. When he passed the corner, he suddenly stopped, and then continued to walk forward without incident.
Across a corridor, I covered my mouth with wide sleeves, and a paper talisman hung down to cover one eye. He breathed a small sigh of relief, and the paper talismans flew up and down. He suddenly thought this was very interesting, he couldn't help blowing it, and then he blew it again.
He still has to follow Arecio!
On the other side, Ellie noticed Arecio's movements and gave him a suspicious look.
"It's alright, are Helgodon and Lucy here?" Arecio asked, he had separated from the neuropathy, and was going to let the two dark creatures with inactive limbs run for a run to improve their physical fitness today.
"It's already here. In particular, I have to mention that Helgodon came by himself today!" Ellie looked elated, "It's crooked, especially cute!"
"Well." Arecio was very indifferent, "How far?"
"It's twenty meters!"
"… "
Arecio really wants to emphasize to the nursery that you are raising wolf cubs, not pigs!
"Piggy" stood proudly in front of Arecio, walking today, he felt that he must be praised, so he deliberately raised his fluffy head high, waiting for a touch that fell on his head .
However, Arecio pinched his face.
"Ow? Oooooooooooooooooo!"
The wolf cub was puzzled and made a series of grievance sounds. His caregiver, Darph, was conditioned to come and touch him, but Arecio shook his head.
"Twenty meters is too short to be touched."
The wolf cub drooped his ears, thought for a moment, and stretched out a paw.
"Fifty meters is not acceptable, you have to add a zero."
"Ow?" Zero fifty
"... Five hundred!"
The wolf cub was so frightened that he clipped his tail, shook his head desperately, his ears twitched along with it, and his mouth made a whimpering sound.
"I haven't turned you into a human yet. It's only 500 meters away, so you won't get tired." Arecio was unmoved. He nodded slightly to Zhu Heng, who came here specially to prevent the dark creature's body from having problems, and continued to the wolf cub. Coercion and inducement.
The girl lich stood silently by the side, seemingly normal, but clutched something tightly in her hand.
Under the toughness of Arecio, the wolf cub had to accept his fate aggrieved. Darph, who was on the side, breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help yawning. Arecio saw that she had obvious blue and black eyes.
"What's going on here?"
Dalf smiled and waved at him, indicating that he was fine.
"It's nothing, Miss Lucy has been more energetic recently, so she has to watch it more often at night."
Since the last time Arecio entrusted the lich to Darph for one night, she felt more responsible for the young lich, so she turned into taking care of Helgodon during the day and paying attention to the lich's movements at night. , Darph was rightly sleep deprived.
"Why at night..." Arecio was a little confused at first, but suddenly he looked at the lich's hand hidden in his sleeve.
"Lucy, what are you holding in your hand?"
The lich raised his head slowly, his naturally pale face should be as white as porcelain, but at this time there were two obvious dark circles under his eyes. She was about to answer Arecio's question, she was distracted, and she could no longer control the thing that had been struggling in her hand, let it fall to the ground, and then began to flee frantically.
"Sa-"
Something galloping towards Zhu Heng, Zhu Heng quickly raised his leg to avoid it, and the white coat was fluttered by the wind. This thing rushed towards the wolf cub again, and the wolf cub screamed "Ow Ow", tucked its tail, and hid behind Arecio's legs.
Then, there were violent collision sounds everywhere, and there seemed to be a rampaging cannonball in the room, sometimes knocking over the cup, and sometimes hitting people. ", the culprit hangs upside down on the broken curtain, still fluttering.
It's a shiny, chicken skeleton.
Arecio: "… "
The lich lowered his eyes and was about to cry. She didn't know why it became like this. After starting the chicken skeleton for the first time, she couldn't stop the chicken skeleton. The chicken skeleton ran during the day and at night, on the ground and on the ceiling, so she and Darph were both nervous. Even when I watched Arecio's live broadcast yesterday, I was surrounded by the "whoosh" sound of chicken skeletons running.
"Can't stop... Come down..." The lich wept, and looked at Arecio pitifully.
The wolf cub sat on Arecio's feet, like a weight, and Baba looked up at Arecio.
Arecio: "… "
He is so difficult!