signingbooks Chapter 219: 218 niche painting skills
Chapter 219: 218 niche painting skills
Chapter 219 218. Niche painting skills
It's also an unlucky dream, but this time Huaiyu is much more mature than she was last time.
At least when she woke up, she no longer resented hammering the pillow. Instead, she stared at the empty bucket at the door again and put it directly into the rain.
The rainwater fell into the bucket, pitter-patter and banging. She simply washed herself and prepared breakfast.
The sky was still dark. It was raining so heavily. Zhou Qian might not come here today. Huaiyu didn't care. He just hummed and carried the bucket into the house, then stared at the bucket of [dirty water] and slowly poured it out. The palms are slightly suspended above the head.
Even if it’s for a scumbag, you can’t do 10km, but there’s no harm in improving your abilities. Sooner or later, she would let Rose Corridor slap his face to pieces!
Dog Dancy!
The love he had before he lost his memory was really embarrassing to him!
…
The rain stopped briefly in the evening. When Zhou Qian came over wearing a raincoat, he found scattered traces of water spreading from the steps to the house, while Huaiyu fell asleep holding a bucket at the door. This made him stunned. Then depressed:
"Why are you still playing in the water at your age?"
Fortunately, it has rained, but the temperature has not dropped. The surroundings are like a huge steamer with steam, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold when you sleep like this.
Zhou Qian gently touched her knee with his toe: "Xiaoyu, why did you fall asleep here?"
Huaiyu shook his body and fell to the ground with a "snap". He lay down and breathed evenly and gently.
Zhou Qian: "..."
Sleep during growth and adolescence is really unstoppable.
He sighed helplessly, bent down, picked her up again, and stuffed her directly onto the bed.
The moment the person was put on it, he realized that there was dust on his body...
But, forget it, just lie down.
He turned around to leave, but the biological prosthesis seemed to be rooted in the ground. When he lifted it up, he could hear the slight sound of the suction claw sticking to the ground and being forced to separate. What's more, branches sparsely sprang out from the trouser legs, and then carefully squeezed towards the front of the bucket.
Zhou Qian's face turned dark.
Hiding mud while digging was already the limit of his tolerance. Now if he hid another puddle of water, he would really be intolerable.
Zhou Qian raised his feet heavily and quickly left the room.
He turned around and left the door ajar, then went to the utility shed to cook a pot of rice. After the fire subsided, he put on his raincoat again and returned to his home.
Therefore, he did not notice that Huaiyu's limbs were curled up in his sleep, and there seemed to be a touch of frost on the ends of his eyebrows and hair. Unknowingly, he hugged the quilt next to the bed into his arms:
"cold…"
…
Surrounded by endless jungle, there is a large piece of strange yellow land under your feet. Something alive is dancing underground, but it seems to have been dead long ago.
In front of him was a ferocious tree, with scattered strips of cloth and clothes hanging on its branches, and a gray-white rib stuck between the branches, swaying in the wind.
Under the tree, a ferocious and sharp tree trunk penetrated diagonally upward from the abdomen. Black and red blood stains hovered on the dry bark. There was a familiar figure standing there, with his head lowered and motionless.
The next moment, a blizzard filled the sky all around, causing every trace of vitality under the feet to fall silent again.
The overwhelming coldness swept over the whole body, and the surroundings seemed to be frozen in ice and snow, and even life gradually fell into sleep...
This is…
This is Lin Xuefeng!
Huaiyu suddenly woke up from her sleep. The surroundings were dark. She clutched her chest and gasped for air. She had never remembered the scene in her dream so clearly.
Afraid of forgetting, she planned to get up and quickly record the incident. However, as soon as her feet touched the ground, her body seemed to be hollowed out and she fell down again.
Huaiyu, who had fallen hard, sighed helplessly and simply lay down like this.
It's good to lie down on your stomach, the ground is cool and more comfortable than the bed. However, is the effect of this superpower training so obvious? Until now, I am still soft-handed and soft-footed.
However, that bucket of rainwater should be completely purified, right?
Thorough, leaving no trace of contamination.
She remembered the circle she drew on the field last time, and this time she took out her notebook and drew it again—
A large circle with dense dots outside the circle represents the endless forest trees.
The eight-pointed thing in the middle of the circle is the tree.
A dot not far from the front of the tree represents Lin Xuefeng!
Huaiyu picked up the notebook and looked left and right. He found that it had been described in great detail, and then he put the notebook away with satisfaction.
only…
Does she need to hurry into the wasteland?
But I haven’t saved enough points yet!
But it doesn’t matter, the rain has stopped and the price of food will increase again.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
She stared at the vegetable field outside and decided to give Zhou Qian more work after the rain stopped. After all, it was autumn and there were still a lot of crops to plant.
There is also the fish pond. She has to buy another fishing net when she has time. I wonder if the black fish got in. Now it has been a long time since she saw the fish and shrimp she bought before. Maybe they have all been eaten by him. . Taking advantage of the hot weather, we can raise fish again!
After slowly conceiving a plan around his house, Huaiyu came to his senses and found that the plan to earn points had been arranged until the end of the year.
Doesn’t it mean that plant activity will decrease when the weather gets cold?
By then she should have saved up a car and could set off to the wilderness.
As expected of her! I used to be a pastoral blogger, so I really hit it off. Look at her planning, how good it is!
When the rain finally stopped and Zhou Qian came over again, Huaiyu pulled him to see her plan.
"What is this?" He stared at the weird [painting] and looked at it over and over for a long time: "Do you want to eat sesame seeds?"
"No, it's not like sesame seeds. All the sesame seeds are sprinkled outside."
"It's such a big pie, why does it only have a little filling?"
"What is this?" Zhou Qian asked curiously.
Huaiyu:…
She said bitterly: "This is a map - ah, no, this is a scene map!"
"Look, the sesame seeds here... bah bah bah, I mean, dotted, there are so many trees."
"Many, many trees, like in the center of a forest."
"There's a clearing in the middle, and there's a tree growing in the center of the clearing, and that's it."
She pointed to the abstract vertical and horizontal lines and spoke quite emotionally.
Zhou Qian was stunned by such niche painting skills and did not dare to speak easily for a moment.
But it doesn't matter, Huaiyu will add: "Here, this is Lin Xuefeng, I have dreamed of this place several times!"
Zhou Qian's expression became more complicated: "It was just a one-time relationship, and you even dreamed of him several times?" This is too outrageous!
Huaiyu said depressedly: "Don't worry about this. Tell me first, is there such a place in the wasteland?"
"No." Zhou Qian shook his head sharply.
After a period of adjustment, I started to feel sleepy again at eleven o'clock. I have made typos recently. Thank you for correcting them. I have corrected them when I see them. Thank you.
Update one. But good night. Happy holidays everyone!