Chapter 99: 99
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"Good voice, drink water."
Mu Sheng turns his head and silently looks at Ling Miaomiao holding the cage and the slender Dogtail grass, intending to amuse the birds.
He looked at her in a trance and listened to her cry "voice". The expression on his face was complicated and he couldn't tell whether it was pleasure or jealousy.
The bird in the cage droops its head and drinks water according to her "advice", seemingly reluctantly accepting the fact that it has been raised.
When the bird entered the door, Ling Miaomiao said that he would give it a name. He blinked his eyes and thought for a long time. He nodded at the cage and said happily, "let's call it Sheng Sheng."
Mu Sheng suddenly stared at the bird in the cage in surprise: "why is it calling..." He stopped for a while, but he couldn't spit out the two reduplicated words. His eyelashes moved, and his face was covered with an unnatural thin red.
Ling Miaomiao turned to look at him, deliberately looked at him for a long time, apricot eyes flashing light, seems to be quietly holding a smile, face or a serious appearance: "because you catch, and it always makes a noise, very noisy."
He had nothing to say, so he had to accept it, and was very unhappy to find that after Ling Miaomiao had a bird, his whole enthusiasm was poured into it, which belonged to him They've also been given away a lot.
His eyes fell on the bird pacing up and down, with a trace of cold hostility, but his words were still calm: "when will you keep it?"
"Spring." Ling Miaomiao looked at it excitedly and said casually, "when the weather is warm, let it be free."
"Well." He breathed a sigh of relief, and his bird watching eyes softened a lot.
The first snow in winter stops before it covers all the branches. After the snow melts, the temperature drops day by day. Even the fog that covers Wufang town is filled with deep cold. As soon as you get out of the house, the air conditioner goes to your neck.
We didn't have anything important to do, so we hid in the house and didn't go out. We were very tired and lazy.
In fact, this should be the most leisurely time for Ling Miaomiao to join the leading role group.
They can't take the initiative to attack, more often, they are waiting for the hare, just as ten Niangzi suggested, patiently waiting for the big demon to finally return to Wufang Town, waiting for her to call.
In the process of waiting, Ling Miaomiao even has a feeling of retirement. In the original book, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao finally go back to seclusion hand in hand and have two sons and a daughter. Is that the way they live?
After winter, the little animals love to hibernate, and Ling Miaomiao is more and more sleepy. But the Black Lotus seems to be completely undisturbed and always wakes her up when she is sleepy.
In the early morning, it was just the coldest time of the day, with a fish belly white and frost on the window.
There was a cool smell of white plum in the room, especially in the tent. It was the smell of Mu Sheng's clothes.
Ling Miaomiao's tightly wrapped quilt was lifted, and her bare arm suddenly got goose bumps. She shivered. She picked up the quilt with her backhand and tried to cover it, so he covered it.
"Cold." Miaomiao looked at his face, and his voice was still in a delicate state.
"Well." He pinched her waist and kissed her delicate neck like soft sand and ice mixed with ice. He chewed on it carefully, leaving traces on it. His eyes were red with restraint. "Now It's not cold. "
That tone is very soft, it's just a promise to cajole.
“……” Ling Miaomiao wanted to turn over and throw him down, but she didn't succeed. After a struggle, she really sweated on her back.
The blood vessels on his neck throb suddenly. Under the touch of his sharp teeth, he likes to enjoy himself on the blade of a knife. He instinctively shrinks back: "are you a dog?" Gently push away his face, quickly pulled on the collar, smiling at him: "also bite."
"Chirp!" "Haw!" The hanging cage swayed from side to side. She looked at it in amazement. The birds were flapping their wings and jumping up and down. Some feathers were lost. She was stunned and couldn't hold back. She suddenly made a sound of laughter, which made her body tremble: "see, the sound is laughing at you. Get up. "
Mu Sheng grabbed her and stroked the string of beads hanging on the tent. He pulled a bead down, but his face didn't lift, and "swished" it.
"Bata" a, then, "GA -" the bird issued a coarse GA scream, immediately no sound. Ling Miaomiao was startled. He stretched out his neck and looked carefully. The bead just hit the bottom of the cage and bounced out again. It was only one finger wide away from "Sheng Sheng". The bird shrank in the corner, hid its head in its wings, shivered and rolled into a fur ball.
“……” Miaomiao doesn't know whether to laugh or not, "what are you doing with it?"
Immediately, his face was forced back by him, facing his dark eyes, his eyelashes half closed, and his tone was cool: "what do you think of it?"
His fingers skillfully untied her collar, bent down, listening to the girl's hum, kissing her earlobe, as if in a gentle coquetry: "don't look at it, look at me."
*
"Woo - bang!"
"Woo - bang bang!"On the night of new year's Eve, fireworks were in full bloom over Wufang Town, and the whole sky was covered with light, spark and smoke.
With the window half open, Ling Miaomiao looked out, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hands were covered with white flour, and the bright light reflected on her white face.
"Miaomiao, don't look." Liu Fu clothes while rolling noodles, remind, "come back to work."
Mu Yao, next to him, took the dumpling skin, carefully selected a chopstick filling and put it on the skin. She looked at the wonderful way of closing the window with her elbow and whispered, "let her see. I'll make it."
Liu Fu clothes close to her ears, gently smile: "I'm afraid she caught the wind."
Mu Yao put the dumplings on the dustpan, bowed her head and blushed.
Miaomiao slowly walked back to the immortal couple and looked up at them: he was wearing a smart Liufu dress, and now he was wearing a funny apron that didn't fit very well. He was rolling noodles, and the iceberg goddess muyao was nestling beside him, his hands were covered with flour, and he was carefully peeling off two pieces of dumpling skin. His beautiful hands were as ferocious as chicken feet.
Miaomiao couldn't help laughing.
Once upon a time, she could not imagine the life of these two people. Today, she realizes that all the people in the world are really so extraordinary and ordinary.
Miaomiao leans against the table. She makes dumplings very slowly. She can only squeeze the dumplings into a flat semicircle. She can't stand up on the dustpan. After helping her for a long time, she still collapses.
Looking at the whole process of her struggle, Liu Fuyi shook her head and sighed directly: "Miaomiao, you can't do it."
Ling Miaomiao takes a deep breath and looks at the same dish of dumplings in front of Mu Yao. He just wants to explain
With a smile, Liu Fu pointed to muyao's hand, which was also shaking like a chicken's paw. He said solemnly, "you see, Yao's package is very good."
Ling Miaomiao
Just as it happened, Mu Sheng came back from the outside, and his figure flashed. Ling Miaomiao jumped and cried: "Ziqi!"
Mu Sheng was called into the kitchen and stood beside her. Liu Fu Yi looked at him, then stared at the dustpan and said with a smile, "don't struggle. Ah Sheng always tells the truth."
Ling Miaomiao pulled the Black Lotus to the side of the pool and said back without looking back: "who let him tell the truth?"
She pointed to the basin, her eyes shining, and said briskly, "wash your hands."
The boy took a look at her and washed his hands obediently. Then he was led to the chopping board by Ling Miaomiao. She quickly stuffed a dumpling skin and a pair of chopsticks on his hand. "Here, you can make one."
“……” He blinked his long eyelashes and looked back at Ling Miaomiao. His lips moved, and a layer of red appeared on his face Not really
With years of experience in taking care of his sister, Musheng is almost a versatile person. He can do everything from building a house to catching demons to fetching water and cooking. Ling Miaomiao has been with him for a long time and almost thinks he can do anything.
But he can't make dumplings.
"Don't blame him." Mu Yao took a look at Mu Sheng and quickly wiped the sweat on her forehead. "Our family I haven't had much dumplings. "
Not even much of the new year, such a big family, tight, diligent, also cold, inhuman, almost no earthly excitement.
"Just once." She thought, "that's Rong..."
Suddenly she stopped, looked gloomy, and shook her head.
Ling Miaomiao pasted behind Mu Sheng and leaned out from his side, holding the back of his hand in his left hand and holding his hand in his right hand, took him to pick a dumpling stuffing from the basin and put it on the skin: "this is the stuffing."
Liu Fu's clothes looked funny: "Miaomiao, you can teach others even if you have half a bucket of water."
Ling Miaomiao coughed, ignored elder brother Liu's sneer, released Mu Sheng's hand, and skillfully said: "seal it, just seal it."
Mu Sheng folded the dumpling skin in half slowly.
"Yes, yes, seal it." Ling Miaomiao looked at his hand eagerly.
He pinched the edge and muttered. The dumpling stuffing leaked out from the back and fell down. Ling Miaomiao quickly reached for it, holding the dumpling stuffing and laughing wildly. His elbow was on the chopping board and he had already squatted down.
Mu Sheng was a little nervous, but she seemed very happy
…… Well, it's OK to pack more and break a few.
Ling Miaomiao had enough of a smile before he stood up straight on the chopping board and said with great pride to Liu Fuyi, "finally someone is worse than me."
“……”
Mu Sheng lowered his eyes, grabbed her clothes, pulled her to his side, suddenly saw her side face stained with a small piece of flour.
The tip of his nose pressed close to her face, pausing and touching it.
Ling Miaomiao is used to being kissed by him. He doesn't dodge. He doesn't know what happened this time. He looks like a kiss, but actually licks her cheek.
Ling Miaomiao let this make a thrill, looking back at him, apricot eyes suffused with water."There's flour." The boy wiped his mouth innocently.
Miaomiao was surprised: "raw noodles..."
"Well."
"Can you eat it?"
Miaomiao saw his calm face and doubted his common sense. After thinking for a long time, he tilted his head and asked foolishly, "is it delicious?"
Mu Sheng's dark eyes looked at her and seemed to be extremely focused. A dangerous smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "sweet."
His expression was as sweet as Poppy for only two seconds. Before he could stop it, Ling Miaomiao dipped his finger in the flour on the chopping board and put it into his mouth suspiciously.
Mu Sheng opened his mouth and failed to speak.
Ling Miaomiao: "bah!"
"Deceiving!"
*
the dishes on the table were placed on top of each other, and soon they were full. Braised elbows, steamed perch It's not as good as a hotel to make your own dishes. However, it took the leading group a whole day to make this table. When you really served it, you had a great sense of accomplishment.
A pot of hot wine poured into the cup, Ling Miaomiao pecked a small mouthful, hot hot touch straight into the heart, a little on the head, tears.
When I came to this world these days, I felt at home for the first time.
"Don't drink too much." Mu Sheng saw that she looked at the table with tears in her eyes and didn't speak. After a pause, she grabbed the wine cup from her hand and put a chopstick of vegetables into her mouth, "press a little."
"Ah Sheng, you Don't be so nervous. " Liu Fuyi waved his hand with a smile. He obviously drank too much. He completely ignored Mu Sheng's unhappy gaze and was excited. "I'm happy today. It doesn't matter if I'm drunk. Come on, Miao Miao. Brother Liu respects you."
Ling Miaomiao happily touched the cup with Liu Fuyi. She turned around and touched the cup with Mu Sheng. Then she drank it.
The cup on the young man's hand was touched by her, a little wine splashed out, and his expression moved slightly. As if someone had a clear Gong, the little bit of jealousy that he had accumulated disappeared in an instant.
He slowly rubbed the wine splashed on his fingers against his lips.
"Brother Liu, what did you look like when you were a child?" Ling Miaomiao propped up on the table and asked.
She's really curious. She's just like the hero of a fairy character. She doesn't seem to have a childhood.
"When I was a child?" Liu Fu Yi seems to hear something interesting. He smiles and looks back at Mu Yao. "It's OK to tell you."
"I don't look like Yao'er growing up in a demon catching family. I was born in Shijing, and my family is not well off. " He said with a smile, "when I was a child, I used to climb the tree all day to dig out the bird's nest. Instead of going to school, I followed an idle Taoist to learn the painting. My father chased me behind and beat me with a stick."
Ling Miaomiao was stunned.
"He can't beat me." Liu Fuyi laughed, rarely showing a young proud show off look, "because I will be on the tree."
Even Mu Yao couldn't help laughing. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her head to one side
"Later, the idle Taoist became my master and began to teach me how to draw, but he died a few years later. Give me a tower before I die, and let me wander the world by myself. " He touched the jiuxuan receiving demon tower in his arms with one hand and smacked his mouth, "and then it will become what you see now."
He took advantage of everyone's unresponsive, and knocked on the side of the plate with his chopsticks. He was very excited: "Yao'er, what about you?"
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"Good voice, drink water."
Mu Sheng turns his head and silently looks at Ling Miaomiao holding the cage and the slender Dogtail grass, intending to amuse the birds.
He looked at her in a trance and listened to her cry "voice". The expression on his face was complicated and he couldn't tell whether it was pleasure or jealousy.
The bird in the cage droops its head and drinks water according to her "advice", seemingly reluctantly accepting the fact that it has been raised.
When the bird entered the door, Ling Miaomiao said that he would give it a name. He blinked his eyes and thought for a long time. He nodded at the cage and said happily, "let's call it Sheng Sheng."
Mu Sheng suddenly stared at the bird in the cage in surprise: "why is it calling..." He stopped for a while, but he couldn't spit out the two reduplicated words. His eyelashes moved, and his face was covered with an unnatural thin red.
Ling Miaomiao turned to look at him, deliberately looked at him for a long time, apricot eyes flashing light, seems to be quietly holding a smile, face or a serious appearance: "because you catch, and it always makes a noise, very noisy."
He had nothing to say, so he had to accept it, and was very unhappy to find that after Ling Miaomiao had a bird, his whole enthusiasm was poured into it, which belonged to him They've also been given away a lot.
His eyes fell on the bird pacing up and down, with a trace of cold hostility, but his words were still calm: "when will you keep it?"
"Spring." Ling Miaomiao looked at it excitedly and said casually, "when the weather is warm, let it be free."
"Well." He breathed a sigh of relief, and his bird watching eyes softened a lot.
The first snow in winter stops before it covers all the branches. After the snow melts, the temperature drops day by day. Even the fog that covers Wufang town is filled with deep cold. As soon as you get out of the house, the air conditioner goes to your neck.
We didn't have anything important to do, so we hid in the house and didn't go out. We were very tired and lazy.
In fact, this should be the most leisurely time for Ling Miaomiao to join the leading role group.
They can't take the initiative to attack, more often, they are waiting for the hare, just as ten Niangzi suggested, patiently waiting for the big demon to finally return to Wufang Town, waiting for her to call.
In the process of waiting, Ling Miaomiao even has a feeling of retirement. In the original book, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao finally go back to seclusion hand in hand and have two sons and a daughter. Is that the way they live?
After winter, the little animals love to hibernate, and Ling Miaomiao is more and more sleepy. But the Black Lotus seems to be completely undisturbed and always wakes her up when she is sleepy.
In the early morning, it was just the coldest time of the day, with a fish belly white and frost on the window.
There was a cool smell of white plum in the room, especially in the tent. It was the smell of Mu Sheng's clothes.
Ling Miaomiao's tightly wrapped quilt was lifted, and her bare arm suddenly got goose bumps. She shivered. She picked up the quilt with her backhand and tried to cover it, so he covered it.
"Cold." Miaomiao looked at his face, and his voice was still in a delicate state.
"Well." He pinched her waist and kissed her delicate neck like soft sand and ice mixed with ice. He chewed on it carefully, leaving traces on it. His eyes were red with restraint. "Now It's not cold. "
That tone is very soft, it's just a promise to cajole.
“……” Ling Miaomiao wanted to turn over and throw him down, but she didn't succeed. After a struggle, she really sweated on her back.
The blood vessels on his neck throb suddenly. Under the touch of his sharp teeth, he likes to enjoy himself on the blade of a knife. He instinctively shrinks back: "are you a dog?" Gently push away his face, quickly pulled on the collar, smiling at him: "also bite."
"Chirp!" "Haw!" The hanging cage swayed from side to side. She looked at it in amazement. The birds were flapping their wings and jumping up and down. Some feathers were lost. She was stunned and couldn't hold back. She suddenly made a sound of laughter, which made her body tremble: "see, the sound is laughing at you. Get up. "
Mu Sheng grabbed her and stroked the string of beads hanging on the tent. He pulled a bead down, but his face didn't lift, and "swished" it.
"Bata" a, then, "GA -" the bird issued a coarse GA scream, immediately no sound. Ling Miaomiao was startled. He stretched out his neck and looked carefully. The bead just hit the bottom of the cage and bounced out again. It was only one finger wide away from "Sheng Sheng". The bird shrank in the corner, hid its head in its wings, shivered and rolled into a fur ball.
“……” Miaomiao doesn't know whether to laugh or not, "what are you doing with it?"
Immediately, his face was forced back by him, facing his dark eyes, his eyelashes half closed, and his tone was cool: "what do you think of it?"
His fingers skillfully untied her collar, bent down, listening to the girl's hum, kissing her earlobe, as if in a gentle coquetry: "don't look at it, look at me."
*
"Woo - bang!"
"Woo - bang bang!"On the night of new year's Eve, fireworks were in full bloom over Wufang Town, and the whole sky was covered with light, spark and smoke.
With the window half open, Ling Miaomiao looked out, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hands were covered with white flour, and the bright light reflected on her white face.
"Miaomiao, don't look." Liu Fu clothes while rolling noodles, remind, "come back to work."
Mu Yao, next to him, took the dumpling skin, carefully selected a chopstick filling and put it on the skin. She looked at the wonderful way of closing the window with her elbow and whispered, "let her see. I'll make it."
Liu Fu clothes close to her ears, gently smile: "I'm afraid she caught the wind."
Mu Yao put the dumplings on the dustpan, bowed her head and blushed.
Miaomiao slowly walked back to the immortal couple and looked up at them: he was wearing a smart Liufu dress, and now he was wearing a funny apron that didn't fit very well. He was rolling noodles, and the iceberg goddess muyao was nestling beside him, his hands were covered with flour, and he was carefully peeling off two pieces of dumpling skin. His beautiful hands were as ferocious as chicken feet.
Miaomiao couldn't help laughing.
Once upon a time, she could not imagine the life of these two people. Today, she realizes that all the people in the world are really so extraordinary and ordinary.
Miaomiao leans against the table. She makes dumplings very slowly. She can only squeeze the dumplings into a flat semicircle. She can't stand up on the dustpan. After helping her for a long time, she still collapses.
Looking at the whole process of her struggle, Liu Fuyi shook her head and sighed directly: "Miaomiao, you can't do it."
Ling Miaomiao takes a deep breath and looks at the same dish of dumplings in front of Mu Yao. He just wants to explain
With a smile, Liu Fu pointed to muyao's hand, which was also shaking like a chicken's paw. He said solemnly, "you see, Yao's package is very good."
Ling Miaomiao
Just as it happened, Mu Sheng came back from the outside, and his figure flashed. Ling Miaomiao jumped and cried: "Ziqi!"
Mu Sheng was called into the kitchen and stood beside her. Liu Fu Yi looked at him, then stared at the dustpan and said with a smile, "don't struggle. Ah Sheng always tells the truth."
Ling Miaomiao pulled the Black Lotus to the side of the pool and said back without looking back: "who let him tell the truth?"
She pointed to the basin, her eyes shining, and said briskly, "wash your hands."
The boy took a look at her and washed his hands obediently. Then he was led to the chopping board by Ling Miaomiao. She quickly stuffed a dumpling skin and a pair of chopsticks on his hand. "Here, you can make one."
“……” He blinked his long eyelashes and looked back at Ling Miaomiao. His lips moved, and a layer of red appeared on his face Not really
With years of experience in taking care of his sister, Musheng is almost a versatile person. He can do everything from building a house to catching demons to fetching water and cooking. Ling Miaomiao has been with him for a long time and almost thinks he can do anything.
But he can't make dumplings.
"Don't blame him." Mu Yao took a look at Mu Sheng and quickly wiped the sweat on her forehead. "Our family I haven't had much dumplings. "
Not even much of the new year, such a big family, tight, diligent, also cold, inhuman, almost no earthly excitement.
"Just once." She thought, "that's Rong..."
Suddenly she stopped, looked gloomy, and shook her head.
Ling Miaomiao pasted behind Mu Sheng and leaned out from his side, holding the back of his hand in his left hand and holding his hand in his right hand, took him to pick a dumpling stuffing from the basin and put it on the skin: "this is the stuffing."
Liu Fu's clothes looked funny: "Miaomiao, you can teach others even if you have half a bucket of water."
Ling Miaomiao coughed, ignored elder brother Liu's sneer, released Mu Sheng's hand, and skillfully said: "seal it, just seal it."
Mu Sheng folded the dumpling skin in half slowly.
"Yes, yes, seal it." Ling Miaomiao looked at his hand eagerly.
He pinched the edge and muttered. The dumpling stuffing leaked out from the back and fell down. Ling Miaomiao quickly reached for it, holding the dumpling stuffing and laughing wildly. His elbow was on the chopping board and he had already squatted down.
Mu Sheng was a little nervous, but she seemed very happy
…… Well, it's OK to pack more and break a few.
Ling Miaomiao had enough of a smile before he stood up straight on the chopping board and said with great pride to Liu Fuyi, "finally someone is worse than me."
“……”
Mu Sheng lowered his eyes, grabbed her clothes, pulled her to his side, suddenly saw her side face stained with a small piece of flour.
The tip of his nose pressed close to her face, pausing and touching it.
Ling Miaomiao is used to being kissed by him. He doesn't dodge. He doesn't know what happened this time. He looks like a kiss, but actually licks her cheek.
Ling Miaomiao let this make a thrill, looking back at him, apricot eyes suffused with water."There's flour." The boy wiped his mouth innocently.
Miaomiao was surprised: "raw noodles..."
"Well."
"Can you eat it?"
Miaomiao saw his calm face and doubted his common sense. After thinking for a long time, he tilted his head and asked foolishly, "is it delicious?"
Mu Sheng's dark eyes looked at her and seemed to be extremely focused. A dangerous smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "sweet."
His expression was as sweet as Poppy for only two seconds. Before he could stop it, Ling Miaomiao dipped his finger in the flour on the chopping board and put it into his mouth suspiciously.
Mu Sheng opened his mouth and failed to speak.
Ling Miaomiao: "bah!"
"Deceiving!"
*
the dishes on the table were placed on top of each other, and soon they were full. Braised elbows, steamed perch It's not as good as a hotel to make your own dishes. However, it took the leading group a whole day to make this table. When you really served it, you had a great sense of accomplishment.
A pot of hot wine poured into the cup, Ling Miaomiao pecked a small mouthful, hot hot touch straight into the heart, a little on the head, tears.
When I came to this world these days, I felt at home for the first time.
"Don't drink too much." Mu Sheng saw that she looked at the table with tears in her eyes and didn't speak. After a pause, she grabbed the wine cup from her hand and put a chopstick of vegetables into her mouth, "press a little."
"Ah Sheng, you Don't be so nervous. " Liu Fuyi waved his hand with a smile. He obviously drank too much. He completely ignored Mu Sheng's unhappy gaze and was excited. "I'm happy today. It doesn't matter if I'm drunk. Come on, Miao Miao. Brother Liu respects you."
Ling Miaomiao happily touched the cup with Liu Fuyi. She turned around and touched the cup with Mu Sheng. Then she drank it.
The cup on the young man's hand was touched by her, a little wine splashed out, and his expression moved slightly. As if someone had a clear Gong, the little bit of jealousy that he had accumulated disappeared in an instant.
He slowly rubbed the wine splashed on his fingers against his lips.
"Brother Liu, what did you look like when you were a child?" Ling Miaomiao propped up on the table and asked.
She's really curious. She's just like the hero of a fairy character. She doesn't seem to have a childhood.
"When I was a child?" Liu Fu Yi seems to hear something interesting. He smiles and looks back at Mu Yao. "It's OK to tell you."
"I don't look like Yao'er growing up in a demon catching family. I was born in Shijing, and my family is not well off. " He said with a smile, "when I was a child, I used to climb the tree all day to dig out the bird's nest. Instead of going to school, I followed an idle Taoist to learn the painting. My father chased me behind and beat me with a stick."
Ling Miaomiao was stunned.
"He can't beat me." Liu Fuyi laughed, rarely showing a young proud show off look, "because I will be on the tree."
Even Mu Yao couldn't help laughing. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her head to one side
"Later, the idle Taoist became my master and began to teach me how to draw, but he died a few years later. Give me a tower before I die, and let me wander the world by myself. " He touched the jiuxuan receiving demon tower in his arms with one hand and smacked his mouth, "and then it will become what you see now."
He took advantage of everyone's unresponsive, and knocked on the side of the plate with his chopsticks. He was very excited: "Yao'er, what about you?"
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"Good voice, drink water." Mu Sheng turns his head and silently looks at Ling Miaomiao holding the cage and the slender Dogtail grass, intending to amuse the birds. He looked at her in a trance and listened to her cry "voice". The expression on his face was complicated and he couldn't tell whether it was pleasure or jealousy. The bird in the cage droops its head and drinks water according to her "advice", seemingly reluctantly accepting the fact that it has been raised. When the bird entered the door, Ling Miaomiao said that he would give it a name. He blinked his eyes and thought for a long time. He nodded at the cage and said happily, "let's call it Sheng Sheng." Mu Sheng suddenly stared at the bird in the cage in surprise: "why is it calling..." He stopped for a while, but he couldn't spit out the two reduplicated words. His eyelashes moved, and his face was covered with an unnatural thin red. Ling Miaomiao turned to look at him, deliberately looked at him for a long time, apricot eyes flashing light, seems to be quietly holding a smile, face or a serious appearance: "because you catch, and it always makes a noise, very noisy." He had nothing to say, so he had to accept it, and was very unhappy to find that after Ling Miaomiao had a bird, his whole enthusiasm was poured into it, which belonged to him They've also been given away a lot. His eyes fell on the bird pacing up and down, with a trace of cold hostility, but his words were still calm: "when will you keep it?" "Spring." Ling Miaomiao looked at it excitedly and said casually, "when the weather is warm, let it be free." "Well." He breathed a sigh of relief, and his bird watching eyes softened a lot. The first snow in winter stops before it covers all the branches. After the snow melts, the temperature drops day by day. Even the fog that covers Wufang town is filled with deep cold. As soon as you get out of the house, the air conditioner goes to your neck. We didn't have anything important to do, so we hid in the house and didn't go out. We were very tired and lazy. In fact, this should be the most leisurely time for Ling Miaomiao to join the leading role group. They can't take the initiative to attack, more often, they are waiting for the hare, just as ten Niangzi suggested, patiently waiting for the big demon to finally return to Wufang Town, waiting for her to call. In the process of waiting, Ling Miaomiao even has a feeling of retirement. In the original book, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao finally go back to seclusion hand in hand and have two sons and a daughter. Is that the way they live? After winter, the little animals love to hibernate, and Ling Miaomiao is more and more sleepy. But the Black Lotus seems to be completely undisturbed and always wakes her up when she is sleepy. In the early morning, it was just the coldest time of the day, with a fish belly white and frost on the window. There was a cool smell of white plum in the room, especially in the tent. It was the smell of Mu Sheng's clothes. Ling Miaomiao's tightly wrapped quilt was lifted, and her bare arm suddenly got goose bumps. She shivered. She picked up the quilt with her backhand and tried to cover it, so he covered it. "Cold." Miaomiao looked at his face, and his voice was still in a delicate state. "Well." He pinched her waist and kissed her delicate neck like soft sand and ice mixed with ice. He chewed on it carefully, leaving traces on it. His eyes were red with restraint. "Now It's not cold. " That tone is very soft, it's just a promise to cajole. Ling Miaomiao wanted to turn over and throw him down, but she didn't succeed. After a struggle, she really sweated on her back. The blood vessels on his neck throb suddenly. Under the touch of his sharp teeth, he likes to enjoy himself on the blade of a knife. He instinctively shrinks back: "are you a dog?" Gently push away his face, quickly pulled on the collar, smiling at him: "also bite." "Chirp!" "Haw!" The hanging cage swayed from side to side. She looked at it in amazement. The birds were flapping their wings and jumping up and down. Some feathers were lost. She was stunned and couldn't hold back. She suddenly made a sound of laughter, which made her body tremble: "see, the sound is laughing at you. Get up. " Mu Sheng grabbed her and stroked the string of beads hanging on the tent. He pulled a bead down, but his face didn't lift, and "swished" it. "Bata" a, then, "GA -" the bird issued a coarse GA scream, immediately no sound. Ling Miaomiao was startled. He stretched out his neck and looked carefully. The bead just hit the bottom of the cage and bounced out again. It was only one finger wide away from "Sheng Sheng". The bird shrank in the corner, hid its head in its wings, shivered and rolled into a fur ball. Miaomiao doesn't know whether to laugh or not, "what are you doing with it?" Immediately, his face was forced back by him, facing his dark eyes, his eyelashes half closed, and his tone was cool: "what do you think of it?" His fingers skillfully untied her collar, bent down, listening to the girl's hum, kissing her earlobe, as if in a gentle coquetry: "don't look at it, look at me." * "Woo - bang!" "Woo - bang bang!"On the night of new year's Eve, fireworks were in full bloom over Wufang Town, and the whole sky was covered with light, spark and smoke. With the window half open, Ling Miaomiao looked out, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hands were covered with white flour, and the bright light reflected on her white face. "Miaomiao, don't look." Liu Fu clothes while rolling noodles, remind, "come back to work." Mu Yao, next to him, took the dumpling skin, carefully selected a chopstick filling and put it on the skin. She looked at the wonderful way of closing the window with her elbow and whispered, "let her see. I'll make it." Liu Fu clothes close to her ears, gently smile: "I'm afraid she caught the wind." Mu Yao put the dumplings on the dustpan, bowed her head and blushed. Miaomiao slowly walked back to the immortal couple and looked up at them: he was wearing a smart Liufu dress, and now he was wearing a funny apron that didn't fit very well. He was rolling noodles, and the iceberg goddess muyao was nestling beside him, his hands were covered with flour, and he was carefully peeling off two pieces of dumpling skin. His beautiful hands were as ferocious as chicken feet. Miaomiao couldn't help laughing. Once upon a time, she could not imagine the life of these two people. Today, she realizes that all the people in the world are really so extraordinary and ordinary. Miaomiao leans against the table. She makes dumplings very slowly. She can only squeeze the dumplings into a flat semicircle. She can't stand up on the dustpan. After helping her for a long time, she still collapses. Looking at the whole process of her struggle, Liu Fuyi shook her head and sighed directly: "Miaomiao, you can't do it." Ling Miaomiao takes a deep breath and looks at the same dish of dumplings in front of Mu Yao. He just wants to explain With a smile, Liu Fu pointed to muyao's hand, which was also shaking like a chicken's paw. He said solemnly, "you see, Yao's package is very good." Ling Miaomiao Just as it happened, Mu Sheng came back from the outside, and his figure flashed. Ling Miaomiao jumped and cried: "Ziqi!" Mu Sheng was called into the kitchen and stood beside her. Liu Fu Yi looked at him, then stared at the dustpan and said with a smile, "don't struggle. Ah Sheng always tells the truth." Ling Miaomiao pulled the Black Lotus to the side of the pool and said back without looking back: "who let him tell the truth?" She pointed to the basin, her eyes shining, and said briskly, "wash your hands." The boy took a look at her and washed his hands obediently. Then he was led to the chopping board by Ling Miaomiao. She quickly stuffed a dumpling skin and a pair of chopsticks on his hand. "Here, you can make one." He blinked his long eyelashes and looked back at Ling Miaomiao. His lips moved, and a layer of red appeared on his face Not really With years of experience in taking care of his sister, Musheng is almost a versatile person. He can do everything from building a house to catching demons to fetching water and cooking. Ling Miaomiao has been with him for a long time and almost thinks he can do anything. But he can't make dumplings. "Don't blame him." Mu Yao took a look at Mu Sheng and quickly wiped the sweat on her forehead. "Our family I haven't had much dumplings. " Not even much of the new year, such a big family, tight, diligent, also cold, inhuman, almost no earthly excitement. "Just once." She thought, "that's Rong..." Suddenly she stopped, looked gloomy, and shook her head. Ling Miaomiao pasted behind Mu Sheng and leaned out from his side, holding the back of his hand in his left hand and holding his hand in his right hand, took him to pick a dumpling stuffing from the basin and put it on the skin: "this is the stuffing." Liu Fu's clothes looked funny: "Miaomiao, you can teach others even if you have half a bucket of water." Ling Miaomiao coughed, ignored elder brother Liu's sneer, released Mu Sheng's hand, and skillfully said: "seal it, just seal it." Mu Sheng folded the dumpling skin in half slowly. "Yes, yes, seal it." Ling Miaomiao looked at his hand eagerly. He pinched the edge and muttered. The dumpling stuffing leaked out from the back and fell down. Ling Miaomiao quickly reached for it, holding the dumpling stuffing and laughing wildly. His elbow was on the chopping board and he had already squatted down. Mu Sheng was a little nervous, but she seemed very happy Well, it's OK to pack more and break a few. Ling Miaomiao had enough of a smile before he stood up straight on the chopping board and said with great pride to Liu Fuyi, "finally someone is worse than me." Mu Sheng lowered his eyes, grabbed her clothes, pulled her to his side, suddenly saw her side face stained with a small piece of flour. The tip of his nose pressed close to her face, pausing and touching it. Ling Miaomiao is used to being kissed by him. He doesn't dodge. He doesn't know what happened this time. He looks like a kiss, but actually licks her cheek. Ling Miaomiao let this make a thrill, looking back at him, apricot eyes suffused with water."There's flour." The boy wiped his mouth innocently. Miaomiao was surprised: "raw noodles..." "Well." "Can you eat it?" Miaomiao saw his calm face and doubted his common sense. After thinking for a long time, he tilted his head and asked foolishly, "is it delicious?" Mu Sheng's dark eyes looked at her and seemed to be extremely focused. A dangerous smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "sweet." His expression was as sweet as Poppy for only two seconds. Before he could stop it, Ling Miaomiao dipped his finger in the flour on the chopping board and put it into his mouth suspiciously. Mu Sheng opened his mouth and failed to speak. Ling Miaomiao: "bah!" "Deceiving!" * the dishes on the table were placed on top of each other, and soon they were full. Braised elbows, steamed perch It's not as good as a hotel to make your own dishes. However, it took the leading group a whole day to make this table. When you really served it, you had a great sense of accomplishment. A pot of hot wine poured into the cup, Ling Miaomiao pecked a small mouthful, hot hot touch straight into the heart, a little on the head, tears. When I came to this world these days, I felt at home for the first time. "Don't drink too much." Mu Sheng saw that she looked at the table with tears in her eyes and didn't speak. After a pause, she grabbed the wine cup from her hand and put a chopstick of vegetables into her mouth, "press a little." "Ah Sheng, you Don't be so nervous. " Liu Fuyi waved his hand with a smile. He obviously drank too much. He completely ignored Mu Sheng's unhappy gaze and was excited. "I'm happy today. It doesn't matter if I'm drunk. Come on, Miao Miao. Brother Liu respects you." Ling Miaomiao happily touched the cup with Liu Fuyi. She turned around and touched the cup with Mu Sheng. Then she drank it. The cup on the young man's hand was touched by her, a little wine splashed out, and his expression moved slightly. As if someone had a clear Gong, the little bit of jealousy that he had accumulated disappeared in an instant. He slowly rubbed the wine splashed on his fingers against his lips. "Brother Liu, what did you look like when you were a child?" Ling Miaomiao propped up on the table and asked. She's really curious. She's just like the hero of a fairy character. She doesn't seem to have a childhood. "When I was a child?" Liu Fu Yi seems to hear something interesting. He smiles and looks back at Mu Yao. "It's OK to tell you." "I don't look like Yao'er growing up in a demon catching family. I was born in Shijing, and my family is not well off. " He said with a smile, "when I was a child, I used to climb the tree all day to dig out the bird's nest. Instead of going to school, I followed an idle Taoist to learn the painting. My father chased me behind and beat me with a stick." Ling Miaomiao was stunned. "He can't beat me." Liu Fuyi laughed, rarely showing a young proud show off look, "because I will be on the tree." Even Mu Yao couldn't help laughing. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her head to one side "Later, the idle Taoist became my master and began to teach me how to draw, but he died a few years later. Give me a tower before I die, and let me wander the world by myself. " He touched the jiuxuan receiving demon tower in his arms with one hand and smacked his mouth, "and then it will become what you see now." He took advantage of everyone's unresponsive, and knocked on the side of the plate with his chopsticks. He was very excited: "Yao'er, what about you?" www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
