Immediately afterward, Lulu swept the air with her magic wand, and plates of delicacies elaborately filled with piping plates lined up on the pure white table. The meal is obliquely out of the side, strange shape, colorful, very bright, the so-called color, flavor and flavor. The food struggled and tore uneasily in the utensils, as if struggling to express some kind of appeal, and I vaguely touched the barrier of heartache. It's obviously an image that represents joy, why is there a gray rendering background?

At this time, Carol closed her eyes, as if she was brewing something, she breathed a long sigh of relief, solemnly raised the magic wand in her hand, stood on tiptoe, and let her body turn, like a time gear. Her hair fluttered in the wind, crisp and refreshing, and her golden hair bloomed in a gorgeous swirl, and the world quickly switched flashbacks. As she turned, a huge inflatable playground appeared little by little from nothing, and glittering light and shadow elves lingered on the edge of the old and the new. All the things on the air cushion are inflated, pine trees, serpentine slides, carousels, leather balls painted with wizards, lasso swings, cats and dogs...... They all breathe light air and have a softness that you want to touch. If all the objects in the world were inflatable, without those sharp and angular, people would be much softer in their hearts when they saw them.

In the end, the two sisters waved together, and dollhouses with cartoon shells sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, including the Pink Dream Barbie-themed dress-up playhouse, the dazzling display gallery of the starry remote control racing car, and the design workshop where hundreds of millions of building blocks were stacked on top of each other...... The grass of the garden was blown by the wind, floating from side to side, flowing with green oil paint, tickling the dollhouses. Restlessness and silence meet in a moment on the time reel, surprisingly pleasant.

I stood still, letting the wind blow against my cheeks. I have an indescribable feeling about the wonderland that stretches like a sea in front of me. Can the scene really expand with one's own mind? As an adult, can such a wonderful place to play be immersed and enjoyed without any scruples? And why do I suddenly think back to the ethereal echoes of noisy laughter in the kindergarten classroom when I first became independent?

The wind blew a few strands of hair into my mouth, sticking to the cracks in the corners of my mouth, sticky and greasy, and I brushed it away with my hands. Today's wind is really entangled.

"Friends, let's enjoy it!" Lulu jumped happily. She was like a writhing note, steaming through the boring years.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to eat first. O'Ao said as he swayed to the table. Its tail flicks the turf and makes a rustling sound.

"Okay, then let's just eat first. Lulu clapped her hands and said.

"Hmm. All right. Huster said elegantly, then smiled, his thin eyebrows fluttering slightly.

So, while enjoying the view, we chewed on the food on our plates, and from time to time we would sip a sip of champagne, soaked in the natural fragrance of the herbs, which is the legendary quiet time. Don't do anything, don't think about anything, just carefully understand the taste of this time, why not?

"I think with more music, the food will be more flavorful. Ao Ao swallowed a bite of braised fish and added.