Watching the Dawn

"Woo ~ I really want to drink a cup of hot tea?" Boli Lingmeng looked at the empty tea pot with a whimper, and then ran back to his bed quickly. But after lying for two days, the bed did not seem to be so hot.

And the key at this time is that the secret of "forget hunger when you fall asleep" seems to be invalid after waking up for the third time.

"When will someone come to worship incense money?" She lay on the quilt, staring empty-eyed at the roof. "It would be nice if the local tyrant in the world was packaged / supported ... At least the shrine can be repaired well."

She always remembered that when she was little, the shrine was a very happy place. There is a beautiful and spacious house, with brightly colored torii, and the room is full of new wood smell, and it smells very comfortable. At that time, just run around in the shrine every day and look for all kinds of interesting things. Then someone will always bring back money-filled boxes and food ... who is it?

Can't remember it, maybe purple.

But at that time, someone must be with her ... her hand stretched out involuntarily toward the sky. At that time, someone must be holding me like this ...

"Hah, I'm crying ?! How can I cry! I'm a Bollinger Dream, I don't care about anything ..." She quickly withdrew her hand and wiped away her tears. "Just, as long as you make another sum of money and repair the shrine ... then Zi will come as a guest, and that person ... will come back ... everything will change back to the best and best appearance when she was a child.

Reimu hid his little body in the quilt and whispered, "I am not alone. It really is not ..."

...

In an inconspicuous corner of the room, there was an inexplicable gap. The end of the gap. Yakumo Zi sat alone on the tallest tree in Boli Mountain, listening to the weeping sound of Boli Lingmeng. She was drinking wine one after another, "My friend, it's snowing again ..."

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"Creak ~" A groan / groan from the house above the head, and the heavy snow on the roof obviously made this old shrine unbearable ...

"Ah!" Ling Meng jumped out of the quilt. "Shrine! The shrine is going to collapse! What to do? What to do?"

After two laps, she suddenly took a fist, quickly put on that witch costume, picked up the cleaning tools and ran out ...

"I haven't restored you to what I was when I was a kid. I will never allow you to fall down without permission! I remember that person seemed to do that ..."

No one expected that the first snow had been extended for more than ten days.

By the end of the month, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the snow flakes covered the entire Boli Mountain, and the mountains, river valleys, villages, and trees became white, pure white worlds. The stone steps leading to the mountainside Boli Shrine are winding upwards in the snow like a winding jade belt. For a society dominated by agriculture and handicrafts, Snow is the beginning of a long vacation.

There are no more people on the road along the hills. The water in the paddy field condenses into a transparent ice lake, which is covered with thick snow. People no longer walk in the direction of the mountains, even if the firewood is only felled in the nearby woods. Such an early winter. It is also a beast that cannot find food. When it comes out to hunt, it is most dangerous to go deep in the woods.

There is only the road between the world and several small villages. Others cleaned the snow. In such weather, flying monsters like to stay at home and not go out. Some simply hibernate. Snow appreciation? Then you have to wait for the snow to stop.

But it was this snowy weather, on the road formed by the long stone steps leading to the shrine in the world. But there was still a person carrying a huge straw bag, carrying another smaller one in his hand, walking towards the Boli Mountain step by step. In the heavy snow, only his footsteps were hidden at any time, and he was alone.

This is a young man who is not sure about his age, because he has a thick beard and he covers himself from head to toe with a bear fur cloak. He is tall, burly, and ordinary. If it weren't for the expensive bearskin cloak, he would look like a grocery store owner.

He looked up and looked at less than half the way, shook his head, maybe he shouldn't go out in such heavy snow ... He didn't know what he thought. I just felt that this kind of weather, the poor witch, and the most oss near me must not be very good, so I took the initiative to tune / play ... cough, get together.

The snow on the stone steps was piled up on one side by the mountain breeze, and you can walk in shallow places. There are no calves in the depths, and it becomes more difficult to climb. He looked at no one on the left and right, directly exerted light power, and walked up the snow without any trace. "Anyway, the footprints will be covered by snow. Is there any difference?"

This time, within a few minutes, he suddenly crossed thousands of stone steps and came under the vermilion torii.

Lu Yuan patted the torii's pillar with some emotion. Every time the clouds spread out, he could see this magnificent torii, changing colors under various lights. But after approaching, it was discovered that this torii has been in disrepair for many years. The section of the wood began to become soft, with green moss growing on it. The wedge of the wood became loose, and the vermilion color began to fade. In some places, the paint skin had even fallen off.

No wonder everyone said that Boli Shrine was completely defeated.

Lu Yuan put down the emotion of hurting the spring, sadness and autumn, and once again took two large bags of things down to earth, and walked through the vermilion torii. When he bypassed a small forest again, he finally saw the Boli Shrine built in the deep mountain for the first time.

The witches of Boli seem to be less lazy than the greed for money, nor can they see the unruly manner in the little book. In fact, perhaps Boli Lingmeng did not expect such a snowy day, there will be people going up to visit the mountain. Lu Yuan didn't expect that, he just suddenly got tempted and wanted to take something to tune / play Bo Liling dream.

Because of an unintentional and an unintentional, Lu Yuan standing under the corner tree only saw a completely different witch.

In Lu Yuan's eyes, he only saw a very thin girl, wearing a strange overweight witch costume. She doesn't even look like eleven or twelve! And in appearance, it has the characteristics of typical malnutrition. In the heavy snow. The girl was wearing only a thin witch costume and was struggling to clean the snow under the gallery. She pushed the snow beside the house. Free a piece of ground.

Boli Lingmeng took a broom that was taller than herself and swept the snow in the garden, but looked anxiously at the roof of the shrine.

Her witch costume might be useful when people donate money, but the thin clothes with bare shoulders seemed really not very warm. She always stomped her feet and flapped her arms to keep herself warm. Every time when Bollywood couldn't stand the cold, she would hide back to the old shrine and take a cup of hot water to keep warm. While watching anxiously, the snow became bigger and bigger.

Lu Yuan could see that she was very worried about the roof of the shrine ... But she cleaned the corridor first in a hurry, and Lu Yuan did not know what the two had to do. But after watching it for a long time, he suddenly felt that his eyes were a little wet. He understood it--Boli Lingmeng didn't know what to do. No one taught this little child in his twenties how to deal with the snow in winter. … Just following this figure, that person may be a former witch, or her mother, Lu Yuan did not know these things.

But obviously. Before that person had to teach Lingmeng more things, he left ... so Lingmeng can only imitate the back of the man, doing the same thing a little bit.

Lu Yuan seemed to see a grown-up Bolimeng wearing such a witch costume cleaning the snow in the courtyard. And a young figure, playing behind ...

He wiped his eyes and quietly cast a spell at the shrine. Stop the moaning / groaning of the wood. Despite the snow accumulation, Lu Yuan was convinced. Within a month, even if the siege car came, it wouldn't break it.

Cleaned up until the courtyard. Boli Lingmeng finally relieved. She flew up to the roof of the shrine, carefully stepped on the position of the beam of the house, and used the wooden planks to push the large pieces of snow off the roof. A large pile of snow fell / falled from the roof to the newly cleared open space, and in a flash, it was piled up again ...

Throughout the process, the girl bit her lip from time to time. Her expression was cold and stubborn. It was not the kind of heartless and boring dream of rumors, and the feeling of being silly and happy. .

Is this the real Bollywood dream?

Lu Yuan didn't step forward to help, and strong people didn't need sympathy. He only waited until the snow was slightly smaller and Bollywood dream completed most of the work, then quietly backed up hundreds of meters, and then stepped hard again to walk up.

"Someone ?! What a broken shrine? The road to the mountain is not cleared, no one greets anyone, no wonder it's like this!" Lu Yuan yelled these annoying words deliberately. ! His voice spread far and wide.

"Are you going to visit the shrine ?!"

When Lu Yuan walked through the torii again, Boli Lingmeng was greeted by the red light and standing in the front court with energetic expression. When he saw him coming, he swept his eyes slightly over Lu Yuan, then stared firmly at the big bag he was carrying. Looking at a child to greet himself, Lu Yuan turned his head unbearably without patting his cheek.

But he was as rude and speechless as an upstart.

"And, the witches of Bollyo are indeed as greedy as the legend! It is so spiritual to hear that someone pays homage, and the shrine is not at all concerned." Lu Yuan kicked the snow under his feet impatiently. It seems that he didn't notice at all. It was himself who was staining the clean courtyard again.

After complaining about the Chase again, he learned the rituals he had seen in the past, gave a few high-five hands after purifying his hands in the spring water, and prayed in unison to the shrine.

"Please, please donate some incense money to the guests." The witches of Bolly, who had nothing to do during the entire visit, finally found a chance and ran over with the cash box.

"I don't take care of the guests at all. I only know that there is a witch like you holding the box!" Lu Yuan said critically, pulling up the two big bags on the side.

A whole stone of royal rice (60kg) is contained in a straw bag, enough for Lingmeng to eat for a winter. There is also a large pack of charcoal, some tea, radishes, green pimples and other large pieces of bacon. Finally, a box of dim sum made by Lu Yuan himself, because Youxiang and Meihong both like to eat, and his variety of dim sum is constantly expanding.

"Is there no incense money?". After rummaging through it, he finally found that the dream of the coin was disappointed.

"Why do you need money so much? Can these things help the shrine to spend the winter?" Lu Yuan had heard that Bollywood dreams often spend money indiscriminately, causing him to almost starve to death. So this time he deliberately brought a lot of food, instead of directly throwing gold coins as before.

"Because I hope to repair the shrine after the snow stops, well, if there is donation of incense money, guests will come to visit the shrine next time, and they will definitely see a new shrine!" The little girl looked at him earnestly.

"That's it." Lu Yuan touched his chin. "Then donate some." If it wasn't the situation I saw just now, Lu Yuanning would just give her some food. But in the scene just now, he saw the little girl's attachment to the past, to the shrine, to his loved ones, and that kind of feeling even hurt his heart.

After reaching out, dozens of Spanish gold coins fell from the fingers of the extended fingers and fell into the cash box held by Lingmeng. After thinking for a while, he took out a huge pirate gold coin bearing the head of Elona, ​​and put it on the small hand of Bollying Dream. Her hands were still holding the cash box, but the newly minted gold coin was so big that she had to try her best to close her arms and hold the big gold coin with both hands!

"Tu ... Tuhao!" The dream that was shocked by the gold color quickly put down the cash box of the game, regardless of the coldness of the metal, directly inserted the big gold coin from his neckline, and then grasped the neckline tightly with both hands. "Even if this ... so much money! I ... I won't give in!"

Lu Yuan would like to say, your chest is so flat, do n’t you worry about the gold coins falling out of the witch suit? But he still decided not to make this joke.

"Hehe", Lu Yuan smiled, reached out and pressed it on the big bow (body) above her head, and then approved the cloak on her. "Take money to buy something you like ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Do n’t use it to repair the shrine! Here ... "He looked at the Boli Shrine again." Next spring, I will hire people to completely renovate. You will see ... what you want to see. "

After talking, he stopped staying. Lu Yuanjing waved his hand straight, turned and walked down the mountain.

The wide and soft cloak fits on Lu Yuan's body. When he reaches Lingmeng, he drags it onto the snow, like a robe. Wearing a warm cloak and smelling the comfortable smell on it, the Bolly Witch stood silently looking at the back of the landing, not knowing what she was thinking.

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ps: There is a guy named 7starsseeker in the group who mentioned "Eastern Youth Dream" and said not to watch ...

Then I went to see, you know, this seriously destroyed the outline of the fantasy town part of this volume.

Do you remember that Yuxiang said, "Let the children grow up as soon as possible, even for human beings, they are also looking forward to it."

ps2: Ask for a ticket! Ask for a ticket! (To be continued ...) ()