Nine Hundred and Fifteenth, What Happened to This Flower?

The doll is used to throwing things away. A small table, dragged by her, can never be placed squarely under the eaves. A box of crayons with 48 colors can never be laid out. In a crayon box. ? WwW.suimeng.lā

Sure enough, the doll was painting and was about to change to another color number. The crayon in her hand was just thrown away, rolled out of the eaves, was picked up by a black shadow, and gently put back into the crayon box.

It was turned on!

An Ran looked at the black shadow falling on the side of the baby, who would have thought that this shadow was actually a person?

And when the people of Times Base were drastically remodeling Xiaozhou City, a person quietly walked into the yard of An Ran's house...

Zhen Xuejiu really came in by touching it. In the cold winter, holding a magnifying glass in his hand under the shining star lights above his head, he lay down on the ground and watched carefully, and then slowly crawled into An Ran's house. courtyard.

In Baihua City, most people’s yards are not locked, because they are too lazy to bother, they lock it, and then they have to unlock it after they are done. On the way out, one must be vigilant and be careful not to lose the key.

So I just didn't bother to lock the yard door, since there was nothing to steal at home anyway.

For the people of Baihua City, the most valuable things are the fruits on the trees, the grain in the field, the farm tools at home, and all kinds of daily necessities that are needed.

And things like crystal nuclei may be more valuable in the outside world, but to the people in Baihua City, they seem to have little meaning.

In Baihua City, as long as there is a little production, there is no need to worry about the crystal core. In the outside world, there are many people who come to buy the supplies of Xiaozhou City.

So Zhen Xuejiu groped into the yard of An Ran's house, held a magnifying glass in his hand, leaned against the wall, and looked at something carefully for an hour or two.

An Ran didn't want to pay attention to this ghost at first, but seeing that the dolls had been outside for a while from noon to afternoon, Zhen Xuejiu still had no intention of leaving, so An Ran took an apple in her hand, washed it, and left. Going to Zhen Xuejiu's side, he asked softly:

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at this flower."

Zhen Xuejiu, who was holding a magnifying glass, stared intently at the pink flower on An Ran's wall, then turned her head and stretched out her hand to An Ran who was eating an apple, as if she was about to take the apple from An Ran's hand ,

Zhen Xuejiu also showed a grateful expression on his face.

An Ran didn't notice it, and with Zhen Xuejiu's face stiff, she brought the apple in her hand to her mouth, took a bite, looked at the pink flowers on her wall strangely, and asked:

"What happened to this flower?"

It turned out that it was not an apple for him to eat! Embarrassment flashed across Zhen Xuejiu's heart, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he quickly focused on the pink flower, pointed at the delicate flower with the magnifying glass in his hand, and asked An Ran,

"You have so many mutated flowers, do you think that the flowers of this color are particularly fragrant?"

"Yes, it is the most fragrant." An Ran nodded, "What do you want to do? Gather a few flowers to make a sachet?"

"That's a good idea."

Zhen Xuejiu seemed to have received a great inspiration, facing An Ran's puzzled gaze, said:

"Let me tell you, I already have a basic guess. This is a great discovery. I want to gather everyone in Hundred Flowers City and announce my discovery to the public."