He caught one and put it in the improvised gauze bag in his hand. ??．? ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ?`ｃ?ｏ?ｍ?

After catching it for a while, there were a lot of gauze pockets, and they were fluorescent, which was very beautiful.

"Young master, I'll help you."

Changsheng stood not far away, looking at it stupidly, a little inexplicable, and waited for a while before he stepped forward to ask for help.

"No need, you help me with this gauze bag."

Mo Qingmiao handed the gauze bag full of fireflies in his hand to Changsheng's hand.

"Yes!"

Changsheng saw that the young master was very concerned, and he was very careful when he held it in his hand, for fear that he would accidentally let go of the fireflies.

I saw that Mo Qingmiao walked to the other side, took out a small dagger hanging from his waist, and cut off a bamboo.

"Go back."

Mo Qingmiao spoke, dragging the bamboo with one hand, and taking the firefly in Changsheng's hand with the other.

Changsheng followed behind Mo Qingmiao, and the expression on his face was also inexplicable for a while.

What the hell is he going to do, young master?

With an exploratory heart, Changsheng followed Mo Qingmiao's side, watching him split the bamboo, make the bamboo into strips, and finally weave it into a ball shape.

After Mo Qingmiao finished knitting, he came to the desk again, used a brush to draw a few strokes on it, and a beautiful pattern appeared.

After finishing these, Mo Qingmiao stuffed the simple gauze bag from before into it, and hung his mouth on it with hemp rope.

In this way, a simple and beautiful little lantern is ready.

"Well, take it to Miss."

Mo Qingmiao handed out the small lantern in his hand.

"I can't, the little clumsy, if the lantern that the young master worked so hard to make is broken, wouldn't it be bad."

Changsheng was reluctant, not only took a step back, but also pinned his hands behind his back.

Mo Qingmiao looked at Changsheng like this, and couldn't help frowning.

"Young Master, go by yourself!"

Changsheng dropped this sentence and ran out in a hurry.

Mo Qingmiao glanced at it angrily, and finally his eyes fell on the small lantern again.

After thinking about it, he went out and went to Mo Qiqi's yard.

He had just arrived, ready to hand it over to Fu Bao, and left by himself, who knew this girl, shouted, and rushed in.

In desperation, Mo Qingmiao had no choice but to carry the lantern into the house by himself.

Mo Qiqi also walked outside under Fu Bao's shout.

bumped into Mo Qingmiao, who was about to come in, and saw the small lantern in Mo Qingmiao's hand at a glance.

"Brother, is this for me??"

Mo Qiqi looked at the firefly lantern he was holding in surprise and asked out loud.

"Well, whatever you want, you can play with it."

Mo Qingmiao said casually, and handed the lantern out.

Mo Qiqi saw his hand, and his fingers were cut several times by bamboo.

"Is it just that casual?"

Mo Qiqi didn't catch the lantern, but reached out to hold his hand.

With some distress in his eyes, he reached out and touched his wound.

"It's fine."

Mo Qingmiao wanted to withdraw her hand back, but Mo Qiqi held it tightly, if she pulled it away, she would definitely be unhappy.

So after thinking about it, his hand still didn't move.

"Fubao, you go and bring the medicine that Tsukimi gave me." 、

Mo Qiqi commanded.

"Yes!"

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