Alien Sunshine Farm [MTL]

Chapter 7-8

Chapter 7

Qin Nuan slept well that night.

No matter how simple the dormitory conditions are, it will not be worse than the debris room. No matter how fierce the mountain breeze outside is, it is not as harsh as Mrs. Qin's roar.

The next morning, when the sunlight penetrated under the cracks in the door and lit up the room slightly, Qin Nuan opened his eyes and felt that it was the best sleep since the end of the world.

It's really easy to carefree.

Qin Nuan stretched out and turned her head to see if her radish had sprouted.

This turn is on a large yellow, orange and orange flower plate.

"Ah!" She was shocked and ran away.

I looked at the head of the bed in disbelieve.

Last night, she put a cup of soil on the bench by the window, and today a sunflower grew inside!

What a spicy, sun and sunflower!

Qin Nuan was dumbfounded: "Where's my radish?"

And because she moved too much, the sunflower seemed to be shocked by her movements and shook her whole body.

Because it grew in a small mineral water cup, the straight chassis was unstable with such a shake, and it was about to fall off the bench.

A crisp childish voice screamed: "Ah - help!"

Qin Nuan subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed its flower pole.

After a patter, the earthen cup fell.

The soil is sprinkled all over the floor.

The sparse roots of sunflowers are exposed to the air, and some thinner roots are directly broken.

Then, the loud child cried through the whole room: "Ah, ah, my jiojio!"

Qin Nuan: "..." The hand is faster than the brain, and the big flower plate covering it: "Don't shout!"

In the forest farm, in this row of dormitory bungalows, someone has already got up.

Next door next door to Qin Nuan, there lived the little couple who boiled water and washed in the open space in front of the house.

The woman looked up and listened, "Hey, did you hear a child crying?" Do any of us have children with us?

The man said vaguely, "It may be somewhere else."

There is not only one dormitory here in the forest farm, but also many rows of houses in the distance.

The woman felt that the child's crying was very close, but she didn't hear it now. Maybe it was an illusion.

In the room, Qin Nuan covered the big flower plate of the sunflower, and the cry really became vague: "Wow, wow!"

Qin Nuan: "..." She looked at her hand in shock and then at the sunflowers she covered.

Awesome, is there a mouth on this big flower plate?

She blinked, calmed, and quickly accepted the fact that a flower could speak and cry.

Anyway, the world is already very magical, and there is no short flower that can talk.

She whispered, "Let go. Don't shout, okay?"

Five minutes later, Qin Nuan finally buried the sunflower's jiojio, ah, no, its root system, into a glass of soil.

And the sunflower was still choking and cried with a trembling flower: "My jiaojio, it hurts so much!"