Do foxes pick flowers?

Lin Luoran, the other foxes, can't say for sure, this one she raised, except for not being able to speak, everything is the same as a person, and it should be said that she is more particular than a person.

Wash your hands before eating, use dishes and chopsticks when eating, and wash your face and feet before going to bed. I don't know if it was raised by the white fox, or after coming to Lin's house, Lin Luoran got up early one morning and found that it had taken a big leaf and rolled it, collecting the dew between the stamens - she thought that the little green fox was going to do something, but after careful observation, she found that it spent two hours collecting a handful of flower dew to wash its face!!

The deep sense of shock at that time is still remembered by Lin Luoran. God can see mercy, she, as a woman, dealt with that face, whether it was in the past or now, she washed things indiscriminately and collected flower dew? …… The water system technique is actually very convenient, but Lin Luoran's attitude towards life has been cultivated for many years, and he really never thought of such an elaborate approach.

"Do you know this fox?" Lin Luoran asked tentatively.

Xiao Hongbin looked at it very dazedly, how could this sister surnamed Lin speak to a fox, can she understand?

The little green fox's vivid and intelligent white eyes subverted Hong Bin's perception of foxes.

This woman is really stupid! The fox in the world, who is as special as it, looks like it, and it knows the flower...... Can anyone still draw this flower?

How many years have passed, and it is sure that it is not a memory of its own.

The slopes of the mountains are full of wild colors, and the green ones are not variegated, but every year in June, colorful buds bloom overnight, and the flowers bloom for one day, and they will wither when the sun sets. Morning and evening, those mortals have never seen such a different species, the more outrageous it becomes, they all say that if you pick a flower, you can make a wish, which is really ridiculous.

To be able to fulfill their wishes, there is no such treasure in the world, but those stupid people who want to die really believe it, and there is an endless stream of people who come to steal flowers every year, and then it is annoyed, and the mortals who live in the territory are driven out...... A hint of clarity flashed in the little green fox's eyes, except for those mortals who have never become smarter, no one will ever see this flower again, right?

It's really strange, there is sand in the eyes, the little green fox wiped it with his paws, and the splash came out automatically, and he couldn't stop it.

It was still wiping itself desperately, and it fell in the eyes of Lin Luoran and the others, but it was it holding the jar and crying.

Sent Hong Bin to bring the rest of the jar back, Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian looked at it again and again, although the little green fox often robs people's things, everyone knows its temperament, and no one in the Lin family hates it, this is the first time the two of them have seen the usually "arrogant" little fox crying, what is it for?

Lin Luoran remembered that Professor Qi had inadvertently said that in the country of green hills in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", the king of the fox clan is cyan - it shouldn't be homesickness, right?

Not long ago, she also traveled through time and space in person, this world is not as simple as it seems, in Lin Luoran's opinion, many myths are based on the Classic of Mountains and Seas, which must be justified - maybe this is originally a book, similar to a travelogue like "Persona in Kyushu"? However, the latter is a monk of Yudan, and the former happens to record that lost history.

If there really is a country of green hills, where is it?

There was a trace of pity in Lin Luoran's eyes, it was so small, it had been living in the underground world with the white fox, could it still find its way home?

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Taojia Village has been making pottery for generations, and moved to the mountains to avoid disasters during the national defense war, there is also clay here, of course, the craftsmanship of making pottery has not been lost, there is no income in the mountains, daily necessities, and in recent years, the children in the village have to be sent to study outside the mountains, all relying on these pottery products to support.

The village knows that the second master of Hong is alone, the pottery craft is the top in the village, the heart is not bad, an old man has nothing to spend money on, pottery and the usual money for mountain goods, most of them are stuffed into the village There are children studying outside, people with financial difficulties, because of this alone, the status of the second master Hong in the village is not low, not to mention that others are old and fine, there is a wisdom that others can not match, many people will ask him to make a decision when they encounter things, and his prestige in the village is very high.

But Second Grandpa Hong has also encountered troubles in the past two days, that is, a group of Japanese living in his house.

That Sakura, who also likes pottery, every time he looks at Second Master Hong with adoring eyes, he feels empty.

Of course, it was not because his skills were not up to par, but because he was worried that this group of Japanese had other plans.

Second Master Hong is not faint in his heart, and he is shrewd in his heart. The craft of pottery has been passed down from generation to generation, but also because of the things of the ancestors they Tao Village only valued, now the outside world is changing with each passing day, those exquisite porcelain, the cost is low, the output is large, who doesn't like it?

Since they are not coveting the ancestral craftsmanship of Tao Village, what is it that allows these Japanese to stay here for so many days? The second grandfather Hong plucked the feathers of the chickens while pretending to be deaf and dumb.

The Sun translator on the side was angry, he said this chase, this old man's ears are very bad, and it is not easy to hear exactly one sentence out of ten.

"Mr. Hong, don't you really think about it? Your village is blessed with unique terrain, there are countless treasures in this mountain, whether it is bamboo shoots or bamboo sunflowers, they are rare and delicious, those wild vegetables are also full of taste, the people of the Yamato nationality are very fond of it, if you want to match it with pottery, export to Japan, you will be able to buy it at a good price, Sakurako also knows a lot of Japanese businessmen, you can take a bridge from it, in order to repay Mr. Hong for his hospitality in the past few days......"

The summer sun was obscured by a clump of bamboo in the garden, and Sakurako Asada stood in the light and shadow, speaking Spanish with indescribable sincerity. When it came out of her mouth, the Japanese words that were chattering were not so annoying, and the second grandfather Hong fell off his hands, and a chicken was stripped naked after a short time.

Sun Translator translated Asada Sakurako's words into Chinese, and Second Master Hong's sparse eyebrows jumped. Selling mountain treasures? Their village is deep in the mountains, and if they want to make money by exporting mountain treasures, the money for building a road will not be able to earn back after selling mountain treasures for ten years...... The businessman can't afford to make a profit, so it can be seen that the Japanese woman is coaxing him.

Second Master Hong smiled and revealed the gums with few teeth: "It's not hospitality, the old man's chickens have been killed, and this one is still borrowed from others...... Miss Sakurako, thanks to your love of eating the old man's dishes these days, the clay pots in the garden, you can take as many as you want, take whatever you want, take whatever you want. ”

Hospitality? Miss Sakurako is too polite to this old man, since she came to this Tao Village, several of them eat chicken every day, which is a good meal in the mountains and wilderness, especially at noon on the first day, the pot of enthusiastic stewed chicken with mountain mushrooms was served, and the fragrance was overflowing, so delicious that Sun Yi almost swallowed his tongue.

But the next day, he ate chicken again, and he didn't change the method, and Sun Yiyi felt that the chicken soup was a little tired.

After eating for a few days, the chicken was originally hot, and on this hot day, a row of red bumps appeared on Sun Yiyi's head, the tip of his tongue was also blistered, and he spoke neatly, and he couldn't fall asleep at night, and his eyes were open and closed with Miss Sakura's smiling face.

When Sakurako Asada heard that Second Master Hong had finally turned the topic to the clay pot, she pretended to be naïve and said, "Mr. Hong's clay pot is very good, especially this one. ”

She went back to the room and took out a clay pot with dried mushrooms, the whole body of the jar was simple and generous, a fox stood on the hillside, there was only one back, the mountain flowers were splendid, and the fluff on the fox's ears was distinct, it was really lifelike.

If it is purely handmade, this is indeed a very exquisite pottery, with the theme of fox, which is also the exclusive craft of the second master Hong, and he is also a little complacent.

However, Miss Sakurako's fingertips slid and pointed to the inconspicuous little flower and asked, "What is this flower called?" ”

This jar is dyed colored faience, this flower is simple in brushwork, looks very ordinary, but the second master of Hong is very careful when dyeing, this piece of mountain flowers, the flowers are exquisite, each is seven petals, each petal has a different color, together like a rainbow as dazzling, but it robbed the fox as the protagonist a lot of limelight.

Sun Translator didn't care, and translated as usual, Second Master Hong paused with the hand holding the chicken, and showed his teeth embarrassed: "People are old, and the chicken can't hold it steadily." ”

Hearing that he was about to change the topic again, Sakurako Asada took a step forward with the jar: "Mr. Hong, I lived in the Shandong area of Huaxia when I was a child, and I heard a legend about the country of Qingqiu, I don't know if you have heard of it?" ”

Translator Sun was about to translate, but he was suddenly stunned for a moment, Miss Sakurako spoke Huaxia.

Second Mrs. Hong's hands trembled slightly, and his old eyes were cloudy, "Miss Sakura, did the old man hear something, why did you talk about Huaxia?" ”

Sakurako Asada smiled slightly, gentle and amiable under the shadow of the bamboo.

"Mr. Hong, I can still speak Shandong, Taojia Village has moved from Shandong for many years, and I haven't heard the local sound for a long time, do you miss it?"

Second Master Hong's cloudy old eyes looked even more confused, but in fact, he was extremely shocked in his heart. Tao Village migrated twice, the first time in the late Ming Dynasty, from Shandong to Shuzhong, and the second time to the deep mountains in seclusion.

That's what the Japanese are here for?

The second grandfather Hong, who has studied private school for several years, first thought of the words "see the poor dagger".