Chapter 3: This is light work!
The sound of chopping meat in the kitchen broke the silence, Mu Qingchen stopped the experiment with satisfaction, and helped Mu Wanshen cook together.
When the sun reached the center of the sky, the mother and daughter did not eat lunch. After the meal, Mu Qingchen took the initiative to clean up the tableware, and Mu Wanshen and Mu Wanshen took a small black shovel to explore the deep mountains.
The road is not
easy to walk, and we have to beware of potential beasts. Xiao Hei opened the road ahead with his tongue out, and Mu Qingchen used a shovel to fiddle with the grass to prevent accidentally stepping on the snake that had just woken up from hibernation.
Although the wind in spring is still cold, it is not as piercing as winter. The wind blows through the trees, and the dense branches sway, making irregular whistling sounds.
In a good mood, Mu Qingchen folded her messy hair, turned her face slightly, and squinted to the back.
The faint sound of footsteps hidden in the wind disappeared with the girl's faint smile.
There is an invisible person who doesn't know his appearance, he is following him and guarding silently.
This feeling is really good, and the mood rushes into the sky with the rolling wind. She hums a pleasant tune and goes deep into the mountains.
Coming to the bottom where the low peak is connected to the nearby mountain, there has been no sunlight for many years here, and the temperature is several degrees lower than outside. Mu Qingchen was pleasantly surprised to find that the fine snow had not melted.
"Xiao Hei, don't run away!"
She shouted, and happily built a crooked snowman with Can Xue, which happened to be a scene with arrow bamboos and a meandering river.
His eyes tilted inadvertently, and he caught a glimpse of the corner of a black coat on the branch.
Is it the one who lives in the shadows?
Mu Qingchen waved friendly hands over there and silently said hello, the figure of the half-hidden bush paused for a few seconds before stepping on the branches and disappearing.
Mu Qingchen is envious, this is Qinggong!
In the evening, the temperature of the sun dropped to freezing point, and it was getting late. She wrapped a silk scarf around the frozen snowman girl's heart.
In the dense forest, subtle conversations were almost drowned in the wind.
"Why didn't you meet the empress and the little princess?"
"If you don't want to show up now, go down the mountain for now. It's cold at night on the mountain. Don't let your precious body catch a cold."
"Your Highness?"
The night in the deep mountains came very early. Curly, Mu Wanshen was preparing dinner.
The dinner was generally light, and there was no need to fight. Mu Qingchen found dead wood that was stored and put it on the brazier in the lobby, and set it on fire.
It was a long night, and I didn’t want to go to bed early. Every time it was cold, the mother and daughter would light a flame, light a candle, and eat together with the cats and dogs around the brazier.
After dinner, the animals fell asleep on the clean floor, while Mu Wanshen made clothes or embroidery, while Mu Qingchen painted or read books on the desk not far away.
Affected by her memory, the current Mu Qingchen did not violate the harmony at all. She moved the desk to the window sill, glanced at the dark sky outside the window, spread out the rice paper, and drew with a brush.
The original owner is good at landscape painting, and she is good at figure painting in the 21st century, but the finished products are beautiful and partial to the two-dimensional style.
She originally wanted to draw a deep mountain and dense forest, with girls and pets walking, and the shadow guard figure was half revealed in the bushes.
In the end, only the lush arrow bamboos and the twisted snowman with the pale fan towel were drawn.
It was late at night when the pen was written, and the temperature of the fire was not as fiery as before. She collected the paintings, added some new firewood, and went back to their rooms with Mu Wanshen.
The door of the main room was not closed. The original owner did not know what this meant, but now it is warm.
In the morning, the kitchen was jingling, and the biological clock woke Mu Qingchen. She didn't want to get up at all. She wrapped her quilt tightly and pushed the window open, and the cold wind and morning light filled the room in an instant.
"Meow~meow~" Good morning~ The
lively gray will always appear the first time the owner opens the window, expressing friendship with its owner.
Mu Qingchen liked this way of getting along very much, he got an arm out of the bed and patted his grey head habitually.
Huihui sat on the edge of the window with a buttocks, learning in a good manner.
Mu Qingchen rose up, gestured with his hands, and said, "Stand up!"
It stood up.
"Sit down!"
"Chasing the tail!"
"Holding the head!" After
a series of movements, the little guy was very spiritual.
This ability can also tame animals, she thought happily.
After making porridge and steamed buns for breakfast, I solved my hunger. Mu Qingchen and Mu Wanshen said hello and went down the mountain with last night's new painting and Xiaohei.
When approaching town, tie the rope that pulls Blackie to the tree trunk and let him wait for his return.
"Wow!" Xiao Hei hugged the tree trunk and waved goodbye like Mu Qingchen, but it was nondescript and made her laugh.
"Wang wang wang!" Xiao Hei quietly crouched on the grass. In the absence of acquaintances, it is a lazy dog with "no desires and no desires".
It tilted its head, stared at the treetops, and stared at a dark shadow, where the light was lightly jumping in the direction where Mu Qingchen left.
Xiao Hei can't speak, and his ignorant wisdom can't think of human adjectives. Someone said it for him: "There is such a thing in the mountain that is not spiritual."
The person in the shadow threw down a bird that failed to roast and went away. .
Xiao Hei had milk, that is, the mother hugged the bird meat. After a while, the wildly wagging tail and the meat in the mouth solidified together.
There are many people in the small town. The adults are leading the children to buy snacks. The Huaichun girl shyly peeks at the boy. The wine flag and tea spree are as gentle as the wind. On the small bridge, the lady in white and pink dress is holding an umbrella to watch the view, and the willow tree is drawn out. The sprouts hang by the side of the small pavilion, and several elegant young masters compose and write poems, peeking from time to time.
Mu Qingchen looked away from a group of little girls who placed paper kites in the open space, and sniffed, the smell of food was very fragrant.
The shopkeeper smiled and stared at the girl who was standing still, and asked, "Do you want to buy buns? The thin-skinned meat is guaranteed to be delicious!"
"Well..."
"Okay, how much?"
"Two...no...four?"
Mu Qingchen held the hot steamed buns, kept exchanging hands, walked outside the city, and said to the air, "Give it to you~"
The food wrapped in lotus leaves was placed on the forked branches, and her eyebrows and eyes returned tenderly. city.
This time, I didn't linger, and based on memory, I found Wei Laokai's pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop.
This shop was bought by Mu Wanshen in the early years. After she escaped from the palace with Mu Qingchen, she took away the privately saved money and bought a shop in the small town, leaving it to Mr. Wei to live.
Mr. Wei's shop didn't have a name, and the business was average. Most of them were regular customers and a bit of neighborly affection. He didn't need to make a lot of money.
When Mu Qingchen entered the door, someone happened to be there. The man was dressed in white, with a thin and long back. He said to Mr. Wei in a young and clear voice, "Last time, the Dongxue family had a very good mood and was relaxed and happy. The painting?" When
Mu Qingchen listened to this tone, his heart beat fiercely several times, the original owner had a crush on this person!
Wei Lao saw the person with the pestle at the door, and said hello: "Chen'er is here? Sit down first" and then replied to the youth's words: "The person who painted that painting is not Mr. She..."
He saw Mu Qingchen shook his head and waved his hand, and then he turned his mouth.
Turning a corner: "It's just a hobby, it's fate to be liked by others, that lady doesn't have a painting for now." The young man nodded, then looked back at Mu Qingchen, nodded politely, and turned around to choose a brush.
The young man is about 21 or 22 years old, with a handsome appearance and a slightly cold meaning. He is a rare and outstanding character in the town.
Mu Qingchen praised the original owner for his good eyesight, but he didn't care about Xueyue's affairs, so he quickly cleaned up and talked to Mr. Wei.
"Grandpa Wei, where is the bookstore? I want to go and see for myself."
"Not far ahead, there are a few bends, you wait first, I'll take you there in a while."
Rong Yue, who was picking a brush, raised her head and pondered. : "If you want to buy books, come with me, I happen to live nearby."
Wei Laoxin's past Rong Yue's character agreed, Mu Qingchen nodded and said hello, waited silently for a while, and left with Rong Yue.
The two of them didn't speak on the road, there was a lot of people, and they were squeezed out of a distance after a while.
Rong Yue turned around and stopped, waiting for Mu Qingchen to follow. He stood there straight and upright, and the passing girl blushed slightly due to his light aura.
Mu Qingchen found that she had lost someone, and was speechless. She was not familiar with the road and did not dare to walk around. Should she go back or wait for Rong Yue to find her?
There were bursts of commotion from the crowd, and a loud voice
overwhelmed the group: "Whose young master is this?" The whispers became louder and louder. Mu Qingchen captured the words and tried to put them together. There should be a big man there, but Not a local. Listening to these people talking, it seems that you are not young?
"Are you lost?"
"Who is he looking for?"
"Aiya! Why are you hitting someone casually? It's rude to look at your appearance
!"
The onlookers quickly dispersed, and Mu Qingchen stood in the backlight, squinting his eyes slightly across the sparse crowd.
In a startling glance, the young man in black and purple with white lines stopped pushing and shoving, and he and Mu Qingchen faced each other at a distance of ten meters.
Then he turned around quickly, held something in one hand, and ran away with the other covering his face.
Mu Qingchen: "???" If you
read it right, he is holding a steamed bun?
Rong Yue walked to her side and said in a clear
voice, "What's wrong?" Rong Yue's voice was just like his face, slightly cold, and he should be very suitable for singing clear and ancient songs.
Mu Qingchen smiled kindly at him, and the two went to the shop selling oil paper together. When they parted, she sincerely thanked them.
Rong Yuedao raised his hands, turned to leave, stopped about five or six steps, and stared sideways. In the shop, the beautiful girl spoke to the shop owner softly, her brows and eyes were curved, and she was full of clear smiles.
Mu Qingchen bought a book of plants and animals. Because of Mr. Wei's relationship, the boss charged a few cents less.
On the way home, she deliberately chose the way to put the buns before, and found that the things on it were gone.
Was he the one who acted strangely just now?
Would the emperor send such a young dark guard? And brocade clothes?
Maybe it's because I think too much...
Under the tree, Xiao Hei felt very bored. It's close to the town, it's not as quiet as the mountain, and he's not in the mood to sleep.
He glanced at it indifferently, and the ghost disappeared into the jungle.
Soon after, Mu Qingchen appeared.
Xiao Hei's small head turned, unpleasantly drooping his wagging tail, and turned his butt to face his master.
Mu Qingchen was inexplicable and wanted to be bad, but Xiao Hei became angry! There must be something to do! There will be no peace next time!
"..." Why are you so angry?
She circled around Xiao Hei suspiciously, and found a pitch-black roasted pigeon, and laughed silently.
He squatted down and spoke to Xiao Hei, deliberately speaking loudly: "Did someone feed you something that is not beautiful and delicious? Let me see, what is this black charcoal? Stone? Mud? Wow! Inside It's also black!" He
said, holding the stunned Xiao Hei , and left without turning his head.
A person walked out from behind the trees. The hem of the brocade clothes was swept with fallen leaves, and the toes of the delicate shoes were covered with dust.
Jiang Huiying put the middle and index fingers of his right hand together, a wave of air swept out with the movement, and a large piece of leaves flew up, covering up the failed product.
Twenty meters away, Mu Qingchen, whose five senses were different from ordinary people, did not stop and muttered to himself.
"It's really him"
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