Chapter Seventy-Four: Weaving Memories (3)

Night withered grass put the plum blossom silver hairpin on the table, subconsciously saw the ice silkworm gloves flashing on his hands, and wanted to take off the gloves, but when the two hands touched, he didn't touch the gloves, and looked at it again, and there was nothing on his hands. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info

Nightdry grass looked puzzled, while touching the back of his head, he walked to the big wooden barrel, climbed the wooden stairs, the whole person soaked into the bucket, the body was steaming, this feeling is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere, the picture of steaming therapy flashed in my mind, it seems that the scene is not the same, I think about the headache again, forget it! Soak and forget your worries, stretch out your hands, put it on the edge of the barrel, and glanced at the flower basket on the small square table, which is full of red petals, this should be a rose, right?

Nightdry reached into the basket and grabbed a handful of rose petals, threw them on the water, pressed the palm of his hand on the petals, and sank it, playing with it boringly.

The chick stretched out its arms, shook its legs, ran and took off, fanned its little wings desperately, flew over the small square table with ups and downs, pounced on the rose petals, and held a piece in its mouth, this skill needs to be improved.

The night withered grass reached out again and grabbed a handful of rose petals into the basket, but without paying attention to the chicken in the basket, she grabbed it in her hand and threw it over the large barrel.

The red petals fluttered on the water, and the chicks were churning in mid-air, their heads facing the water, and they plopped into the water with a small splash.

The night withered grass paused, and the spherical object that had just flashed in front of his eyes seemed to have fallen into a large wooden barrel, and he randomly opened the rose petals on the water, and saw nothing!

The chick grunted and drank a few sips of water, and his body sank into the water, and he wanted to go upstream in frustration, but he encountered the resistance of the water, and the water surface was turbulent.

Nightdry grass stopped what he was doing, continued to put his hand on the edge of the barrel, and looked at the rose petals in a daze, why did he not feel a little excited when he said that I was his fiancée, but was very embarrassed, and besides, I forgot about him, it seemed unfair to him, and I should try to recover my memory.

The chick spit out blisters one by one, floated himself, and when he rushed out of the water, he saw the person bathing in front of him, and the rose petals blocked a trace of spring light, and he still couldn't help but squirt out two nosebleeds, which was too ......

Unfazed by the chick in front of her, the night withered grass reached out and grabbed it, put it in the palm of his hand, looked at it carefully, and said, "Have we seen each other?" ”

The chick didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at the night withered grass, her little wings covered her eyes, and her little head was red with shame, was she talking to me? It seems that there is no one but me, so happy! When I finally saw my destined person up close, I silently said in my heart: "You are my heaven, my earth, and the goddess of my heart....."

"Are you still shy? Look at your little head is red, I'll cool you down. Night Withered laughed, holding the chick's body with his left hand, and waving his right hand on the water, splashing the water on the chicken's face.

The chick stared at the night withered grass with a black line, is this my destined goddess? How is it different from what I thought, I want to overturn the words I just said silently and re-examine her: "You are my flood, my tsunami, the goddess of my heart...... ......"

With a mysterious smile on her face, Nightdry Grass gently pinched the chick's head with her right hand, placing it on the surface of the water and letting go of her hand.

Before the chick could react, his body sank in, and he drank two more sips of water, stretched his head out of the water, flapped his little wings nervously, and swam forward with fluttering.

"Hahaha......" Nightdry grass couldn't help laughing, the chick was so cute, the little wings fluttered faster than anything else, cheering it on, gently waving the surface of the water.

The chick was affected by the fluctuation of the water surface, swam and sank again, gurgling and drinking countless saliva, the body bulged, the weight had reached the upper limit, and it failed to swim, and the heart complained loudly: "I must have met a false goddess, and it is very violent, although people are a chicken, but they are also very cute, are you really willing to destroy my handsome face?" ”

Nightdry grass did not expect the chick to be so fragile, so she opened the rose petals, scooped it up before it had completely fallen under the barrel, pinched its claws, hung upside down, and swung the unconscious chick into the basket of the small square table.

The night withered grass got up and left the big wooden barrel, came to the table, picked up the prepared clothes, picked out a pink gauze skirt embroidered with plum blossoms, and quickly put on the clothes with his hands and feet, and put on his long wet hair over his shoulders, and hid the plum blossom silver hairpin in his pocket.

The night withered immediately returned to the small square table beside the large barrel, took the chicken in his hand, walked to the desk, sat down, poked the chicken's belly, and said to it, "Hey! What happened to you? ”

The chick did not react, lying on its back on the palm of the night withered grass, its bulging belly was the most noticeable, and its mouth was overflowing with water.

Nightdry grass looks at the water overflowing from the chick's mouth, and then looks at its belly swelling, is it drowning? A picture flashed, the rescue method of the drowning person is artificial respiration, and then look at the person in his hand It doesn't seem to be a person, it's a chicken, it seems to be quite difficult, try it!

The night withered grass lay the chick flat on the desk, ready to press its waterlogged stomach first, but when the palm was opened, it was compared, as if it could be pressed to death with one palm, and it had to be replaced by a smaller thing, and it was necessary to find something on the desk.

Night withered grass picked up the white jade carved seal and pressed it on the chicken's belly, and when the seal was removed, its belly was printed with two words 'Bi Fang', and it snorted and couldn't help laughing.

The chick squirted water from its mouth, its eyes blinked, but it was still closed, and it felt that it had not yet adapted to the shadow of the water, and the whole head seemed to be baptized by water.

The night withered grass was depressed and supported its cheeks, obviously seeing it blinking, why did it faint again, did it really need artificial respiration? Pinching the chick's nose, he hesitated when he pursed his mouth and was about to go down, staring at its's mouth, this pointed and long mouth can't go down! I can swallow it in one bite, it's so small, if I blow it hard, exhale, a balloon pops in my mind.

The withered grass can't cry or laugh, what are the pictures in my mind that are intermittent? If I blow the chick up, I'll be suffocated here alone before the recital comes back, no! Let's wait and see what happens!