"You're not going to stop me?" Ophelia is strange.

Claude has always been more stable than her, and he thinks things better than her, and every time she tries to do things impulsively, he will give her advice.

But this time it was different.

He didn't stop her, blame.

"Why should I stop you at this time, this kind of thing has already happened on the island, and I am still stopping you? Don't take precautions, I'm afraid that the next person will be victimized. ”

After listening to Claude's explanation, Ophelia suddenly felt palpitations.

The limited land resources on the Dust Island, coupled with the hilly nature of the West Peninsula, made it impossible to cultivate the islanders of the East Peninsula, and the daily diet was mainly based on fish and shrimp caught at sea.

Some time ago, a fleet of fishing boats went out to sea, and after a long time they did not come back, and when the islanders found out about looking for it, they found it.

They didn't walk back vertically, they drifted back to the shore horizontally.

For this reason, the West Peninsula has strengthened its vigilance, and fishing boats must be escorted with people, lest anyone suffer another accident.

"Indeed, I'm going to hand in the application to the Eastern Peninsula right now." She turned and walked away.

I didn't want her to walk halfway and was stopped by Claude again, "Don't worry, I'll go again tomorrow morning." ”

This girl is a quick temper that doesn't turn, and now it's dark, and even if she submits her application now, no one will answer.

"Okay, I'll go back and get ready."

Claude looked at the back of the person who was gone, and he was helpless to her in his heart.

The Ophelia he knew was this temperament, and it was really ......

Next.

Song Mo carried a hoe on his back and followed Aunt Lian down to the vegetable field.

She used to be a family squat, and although she exercised later, she was a little out of stamina after the whole morning's work.

"It's so hard to ......" Song Mo sat on the edge of the ridge.

If you don't farm, you don't know the hardships of the crops.

After watering this morning, she was really paralyzed from exhaustion.

"Don't be lazy, there are still two plots of land." Aunt Lian brought a bucket of water over, "I see that you haven't worked before, don't hurry up, if I were so slow, the land would be barren long ago." ”

"How many years have you been doing this?" Song Mo muttered.

What beginner is not clumsy when he doesn't learn, how can he compare to so many years of skilled workers?

"It's not too long, anyway, it's longer than your ancestors." Aunt Lian simply sat down with her to rest, "Watching the crops grow year by year, it's like a child like you is growing up little by little." ”

From wheat millet to rice, she has planted all the crops she is familiar with, watering, fertilizing and fighting insect pests, and knows every process by heart.

The land where she lived said that the people lived on food for the sky, and it was really not wrong at all.

Song Mo calculated, "You have to be thousands of years old......

"The little girl has a very lively mind." Aunt Lian smiled and nodded her head, "Don't be lazy when you have enough rest, go to work." ”

The Workshop of the Painter.

This place is more chaotic than Zhuo Ruolian imagined, not that the tools on the table are disorderly, but that there are too many sawdust piled up on the table, almost drowning people.

"It's too late, sit." Hua Ci turned his back to her and gestured to the seat next to him.

She had been sitting here since seven o'clock, and this man had been sitting here at six o'clock.

"What am I going to do?"

"Be careful." Hua Ci handed her a piece of clay embryo, "Don't move, don't get your fingerprints dirty." ”

Only then did he reach out his left hand and carefully make the shape.

The parts were small, and it took a little half a while to make them.

"Are you left-handed?" Zhuo Ruolian was puzzled.

This man does most of the work with his left hand, and even eats with his left hand holding chopsticks.

"Not before, but then I went through some things, and my right hand was wasted." He replied.

"I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, you can't do too precise movements." Hua Ci pointed to his hair, "Help me tie it." ”

He has medium-long hair that has touched his collarbone at the ends, blocking out the light when he looks down.

"Okay." Zhuo Ruolian walked behind him and pulled his hair.

It feels good in the hand and doesn't feel rough.

"Erya likes the smell of your body very much." The rhetoric suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Zhuo Ruolian was puzzled.

Isn't Huayan a puppet? You can still smell it......

She originally thought that Hua Yan could hear the sound was already outrageous, but she didn't expect to be able to smell it.

"What she could smell was lighter on her wrist and stronger on her neck." The rhetoric continued.

"How did she smell it?"

"She's on your right."

Zhuo Ruolian swept to her right hand side, empty, and the puppet was not standing next to her.

"You can't see her, but when you look over, she waves to you."

The more the rhetoric is explained, the more bizarre the picture becomes.

Under the morning sun, it makes people feel cold.

"Scared?" The light voice of the rhetoric sounded.

"Explain."

"Some things in this world can be seen, some things can't be seen, and I can see those things that I can't see." Hua Ci looked up at her.

The flower face that died early is one of the things that ordinary people can't see. She did not escape into reincarnation, but stayed with her twin brother.

"You can understand her as a ghost or something."

"So ......"

"Hua Yan quite likes girls like you." He laughed.

"So you're deliberately scaring me, right?" Zhuo Ruolian blackfaced.

"That's right—"

Five minutes later.

Hua Ci covered his swollen right cheek and continued to work.

The little girl was not teased, and the beating was quite heavy.

At noon, the sun is high.

Song Mo and Aunt Lian sat together in the shade of an old tree at the edge of the field for lunch.

It's not a delicate food, and it's not even very attractive in color, it's a simple and convenient dry multigrain cake with a little vegetables and a small amount of dried meat, and even seasoned with only dry salt.

However, ordinary as multigrain burritos, Song Mo felt delicious when he ate them.

She had worked all morning, and her stomach was empty before noon, and some of them were already very good.

The view under the trees is not bad, you can easily see the fragmentary crystals on the mountain, the sun is shining at noon, and the silver crystals reflect the light like a mirror.

"These crystals are so dazzling......" Song Mo looked in the direction of the setting mountain.

"It's been like this since the last century," Aunt Lian took a big sip of water as she held the kettle, "If it weren't for the fact that this place is full of source crystals that are harmful to ordinary people, we wouldn't have chosen to move here." ”

Normal humans are susceptible to poison in such a source crystal environment, so ordinary people outside will not choose to settle here, and with the protection of a large number of source crystals on the island, this island has become a paradise.

The Immortals were dragged to the island and settled.

"Then how do we count people who come to the island to avoid outside disputes?" Song Mo was curious.

"There is no fate in this world for no reason, you will be brought to this island, and it is also fate. It's not 'none of me' as you think it is. ”

Aunt Lian raised her head, the bright sunlight shone on her face, and the young face was in the golden light, with a little sense of sacredness.

It's broken, and it's become a farming text (and it doesn't)

I recommend a song with a lot of storytelling

カメリア - Amano Tsukiko