Chapter 147: The Town

Mu Yanchun thought about whether he would go down or not at this time?

The latter's emotions strongly occupied her brain, but the last string of her sanity constantly reminded her that she could not be so emotional. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

She lingered for a long time, and when she finally made up her mind to go down and take a look, a pleasant voice appeared at the right time.

Those second ancestors were about to wake up, and they were walking downstairs and shouting for porridge, so loud that even she listened to the upstairs, not to mention Song Jin.

Mu Yanchun used to think that these individuals were very noisy, but now they are very cute, and even the very noisy voice on weekdays feels particularly pleasant, she tried to restrain her overjoyed mood, and her tone was as depressed as possible, and said: "Song Gongzi, this is really unfortunate." ā€

There was no other reaction from below, and there was a low "um".

Mu Yanchun saw the fruit fly up from below and landed on the edge of the window, and then he heard Song Jin's slow voice, "There are many opportunities, don't worry." ā€

"Uh......" Mu Yanchun tried to control his words, picked up the fruit with a complicated mood, and said "um" for a long time.

After a while, he didn't hear the sound below, Mu Yanchun dared to poke down, and there was no one down.

She put the fruit back on the table, and slumped herself in her chair, feeling like a resurrection.

"Wen Yan, put this fruit down."

Anyway, it has been pecked by the finch, and it is wasted to put it in vain, and it is good to take it down and feed the small animals, and the warbler usually likes to be close to those cats, dogs or rabbits and the like, in fact, she likes it herself, but it is a pity that she has always been insulated from these cute little animals, and they turn around and run away every time they see her, which makes her very sad many times when she was a child.

Of course, there are some small benefits, such as the fact that she rests in the shade of the trees, and it is rare for a bird to sweep a few leaves down on her head, let alone the excrement.

And those vicious dogs on the street and the like don't have to worry, when you meet on the street, it is always the vicious dog that runs away, which is also very wonderful.

"Miss, you haven't been going downstairs for the past few days, why don't you go down and relax today?" Wen Yan asked with concern as she packed her things.

The young lady has always been unable to stay in the room, but this time she can stay for so many days, even Wen Yan feels incredible.

Mu Yanchun stood up, closed the window tightly, and began to wait for her pot of wilted grass to kill time, and replied to Wen Yan by the way: "No need, there are so many people below, and they are not simple characters, and it is not good if there is any trouble." ā€

Although she said so, in fact, she didn't worry much about those people, the reason why she had been living in seclusion was mostly to avoid Song Jin, this is really not a good fool, originally she did this just for an insurance, but now that he said something like that, she didn't dare to go out.

She originally planned to be an invisible person, and it was good to be obscure, but now it's good, a fruit has fallen on others, and it's hard not to be remembered.

It's really not a good sign to be remembered by such a murderous guy, as if he was remembered by the broom star, and his heart is not ordinary hair.

Wen Yan didn't understand this, she saw that Miss began to play with the potted plants that couldn't bloom again, consciously handed over the kettle, and said softly: "I have passed by upstairs in the past few days, and I have seen those people many times, they are not evil people, at most, they are spoiled by the family, and they have some top tempers, Miss has always been smart, so she will not have anything to do with those people." ā€

"Not necessarily." Mu Yanchun silently watered the grass leaves, and his heart was very desolate, after all, this bad luck has come up, you can smash people if you want to feed a bird on a whim, let alone smash it against that group of people.

Naturally, she didn't discriminate against that group of gentlemen, after all, her own brother also had the same temper as them, and they were all sons who didn't know the warmth and coldness of the world, but with such luck, if she went down to meet them, it would really be her own death, and it was not an ordinary death.

Hearing what Mu Yanchun said, Wen Yan didn't know what to say, she didn't let go of the work in her hand, pinched the leaves for Mu Yanchun, made it easier for her to water, and said, "Since Miss is too lazy to go down, it's better to go to the room to rest." However, the slave maid heard that the scenery of this Hutan Town has always been beautiful, and the weather will gradually improve in the past few days, and it can be regarded as the tail of autumn. ā€

"Hmm......" Mu Yanchun thought about it and thought it was an excellent idea.

A few days ago, she and Tang Yunzhang went to go shopping in Hutan Town, it was indeed a beautiful scenery, and staying in the room all day was indeed a waste of a good time, so it was better to go down and take a look.

This day goes down again, the weather will become more and more cold, then I am afraid that there are not many opportunities like this, now trapped in this town, I don't know when I can move, in the end Bianjing, this road will take about ten days and half a month, if there is another rain on the road, this road will be slower.

When I arrived in Bianjing, I was afraid that it was almost winter, and now is a good time to go out for a walk.

Otherwise, find a good day, go out early, and as long as no one sees you, you won't be afraid of anything.

Those Second Ancestors have always gotten up very late, and most of them can't bump into them.

After making up his mind, Mu Yanchun was in a much better mood, watered the pot of grass, put down the kettle in his hand and sat next to it.

Wen Yan looked at the pot of green plants, and said quite puzzledly: "Miss, I have been waiting for this pot of flowers for a long time, why don't they bloom?" ā€

Mu Yanchun pinched a fruit and put it in his mouth, "Naturally, it can't bloom, because it's originally a grass." ā€

"Huh?" Wen Yan couldn't help but look into the flower pot for a while, with an incredulous expression.

Mu Yanchun felt that the green fruit was very juicy and delicious, so she took another one, which tasted sweet and sour, which was very appetizing to her.

"I've never seen this fruit before, it tastes very good."

"Miss Hui, this fruit is about a local specialty, and the slave maid has never seen it before."

Mu Yanchun thought about it, so he said, "Then let's take some with us when we leave, and we can eat them slowly on the way." ā€

"The slave knows."

Wen Yan has always been sensible and caring, and Mu Yanchun was very relieved to hand over the matter to her, and after eating a few more, Mu Yanchun didn't use it anymore, but he was afraid that he wouldn't need to eat when he was half-full.