Wang Hao was past the age of chasing stars at this time, but Su Jing was still happy to share the photos he had just taken with his friends. They were also embarrassed to stay a little longer in someone else's winery, and even though Deborah urged them, they insisted on returning to Château d'Orange.

The road was lined with crooked branches, and even the middle of the road was covered with windswept leaves and grape leaves, and the flowers in the garden that had bloomed perfectly had fallen and scattered petals.

After the heavy rain passes, the continuous light rain envelops the sky, and the distant mountain peaks surround a circle of white clouds, which looks like a Penglai fairyland. Behind the Hunter Valley is Brokenback-Ranges, which is certainly not the Brokenback-Ranges in Ohio, where the movie was filmed.

On the top of the leveled mountain of Brokeback Mountain, I saw a faint wisp of white, and gradually, one wisp became one, and then gradually, one became a piece. At first, Wang Hao thought it was fog, but after identifying it, he found that it was actually a cloud, getting bigger and bigger, as if the cloud came out from behind the mountain, to be exact, it was climbed from the back of the mountain.

What's even more wonderful is that the white clouds floating over the top of the mountain do not continue to float parallel to the front, but like a waterfall, along the slope of the mountain, slowly discharged, one by one white clouds, filling the folds of the mountain, like a child of the mountain, climbing on the father's shoulder, and sliding down against the father's chest, nestled in the father's arms, the beauty is very unique.

The rain, wisps, very fine, but dense, from a distance, a blur, in the blur is an albino green mountain. But a quiet world is shattered by speeding sightseeing cars.

Even the rain can't stop tourists from all over the world, and tourists from far and wide want to see Australia's oldest wine production area, so several cars are parked outside a wine outlet at a T-junction.

It is a low, widened house. It was very simple, with wooden walls and pillars supporting the roof. Twists and turns, all of them have the roughness created by time, the gray and black stained by wind and dust. under the eaves on the hallway. There are four or five tourists, red men and green women, drinking water and chatting.

After looking at the group of people out of the corner of his eye, Wang Hao drove towards the Golden Winery, his winery does not accept any tourists, so there is no need to worry about these problems.

After returning to the winery, Wang Hao first checked the old golden cinnamon and found that it was not damaged, except that the leaves and flowers had fallen a lot. Everything was very nice.

After being brought back to life by Wang Hao, Lao Jingui showed vigorous vitality, not at all like a decades-old tree. Perhaps for a tree, a few decades is just youth.

The soup dumpling lazily exposed its little belly in the air, and it rolled around on the sofa and had a lot of fun, especially when it saw that the little raccoon did not come back with him, the excitement made Su Jing feel surprised.

In the world of soup dumplings, the one who robs his own cat food is definitely a heinous villain, especially since the other party's size is still bigger than himself. If you can't fight, you can only swallow your anger for the time being, and now it's yourself who wins.

Wang Hao saw through its careful thinking at a glance, "If you are robbed again next time, you should go and fight back." I'm sure you have what it takes. ”

"How can you teach it that. Will teach bad. Su Jing glared at Wang Hao dissatisfied, raising pets is like raising your own children, you can't teach them casually.

The soup dumpling raised his front paws suspiciously and looked at it. Are such pretty, fleshy little paws for fighting? Stupid human beings, this is called recognizing the disparity between friends and enemies, and the difference in strength. You can't hit a stone with an egg.

After teasing the soup dumplings for a few words, Wang Hao quickly stopped. It would be troublesome to stimulate it to run away from home, and now it is a big deal to get more and more ghostly soup dumplings.

was about to turn on the TV to see what movies had been released recently, Wang Hao bent down to get the remote control, and found that small buds had emerged from the Yuan Qinghua wine glass on the coffee table.

The small green buds look very cute, and the tortoiseshell peony that emerges from the soil grows tenaciously, the pale green color is very eye-catching, and at the same time, it is also very fragile, and any carelessness may hurt it.

Normally, the germination rate of tortoiseshell peony is 50%, but in Wang Hao's hands, as long as this seed does not die, it can ensure a 100% germination rate. He just sprinkled one seed in this small cup, and the rest was all in the spatial ring.

Tortoiseshell peony is native to the desert areas of the United States and Mexico, so it prefers sunlight and grows at a higher temperature. It's just that it needs to be filled with an incandescent lamp, and it's not a big problem.

Quietly convey a little more mana, "Little one, you have to grow up quickly." Wang Hao said to himself, he planned to use his magic to ripen this tortoiseshell peony all the time, and see how far his magic could go.

After Su Jing heard Wang Hao's voice, she squatted down and looked at it, wanting to touch the sprout with her hand, but she was worried that she would break the sprout with too much force, so she could only give up.

As green as jade, this tortoiseshell peony has not yet grown and has attracted their attention. Tang Bao also leaned over his bun face, looked at the young shoots with big eyes, and his little tongue stretched out to lick himself, ready to move.

It is already very sensitive to magic, after all, it has grown up with magic since it was a child, and it enjoys the most magic in the entire Golden Ranch, so it is also the smartest.

Now the soup dumpling can clearly feel the magical breath emanating from this young shoot, which is very rich, which makes it want to open its mouth to eat this young shoot, and its saliva drip drips when it thinks about it.

Licking his lips, the soup bag knew that Wang Hao valued this little sprout very much, and it didn't dare to be too presumptuous, although he was very favored, he couldn't do bad things after all.

Wagging his tail, the soup dumpling wondered if he was raising this little sprout as a snack, and licking it if he was hungry.

"Don't have any bad ideas, this thing can't be destroyed." Although Wang Hao didn't know what the soup dumpling was laughing at, he obviously felt that it was not a good thing, so he patted it on the head.

The soup dumpling behaved very well-behaved at this time, it nodded its head, endured its saliva, and reluctantly glanced at the young shoots, ready to wait for Wang Hao and them to fall asleep to taste what it tasted like.

Su Jing also checked the information, she was very disappointed with the so-called tortoiseshell peony, and she could only see the flowering after a few decades. (To be continued......)

PS: Happy Singles' Day to everyone, everyone didn't chop their hands, right?