Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 121: Palm Pearl (6)

The morning sun on weekends is good, the flower shop opens early, and pots of flowers are placed in front of the store, attracting the attention of passers-by.
Because it was a weekend, Xiangyang naturally slept in, and even if there were occasional customers in the store, it had nothing to do with his sunflower.
"This pot opens the best, the root system is the healthiest, and it can be opened for a while when I go home." The shopkeeper's voice was very gentle, "What do you think?"
"That's it." There is a hint of natural coldness in the customer's voice.
"Okay, do you want to connect the basin or cut it out to help you bandage it?" The shopkeeper asked.
"Even basin." The customer said.
Xiang Yang was confused as if he heard his own boss's voice, and he was excited in his sleep, but after thinking about it, their boss's poisonous big ice cubes didn't even have a girlfriend, and it was impossible to buy flowers, and then continued to sleep groggily.
The pot trembled, the nutrient solution was injected, and the water, although the time of watering was not quite right, the concentration of the nutrient solution was too high, but it was just right for him this kind of sunflower.
When was the owner willing to buy such a good nutrient solution?
Xiang Yang gently stretched his leaves, welcoming the morning sun, but what he saw was a man's clear jaw.
Looking up, Xiang Yang's waist pole instantly straightened, it was simply a hardworking, brave and vigorous sunflower, which almost made the boss bald out three words.
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The summer morning wind stained some of the wetness and coolness of the dew, Zong Que ran back downstairs to meet the light, and the little one who followed all the way landed on his shoulder: "Tweet! The
morning exercise is over!
"Well, what do you want for breakfast?" Zong Que opened the door and walked in.
"Tweet." The little one's cry in the early morning is exceptionally crisp.
Sweet milk.
"Good." Zong Que replied.
One person and one bird entered the house to rinse each other first, and Zong Que went into the kitchen to cook milk for breakfast, and put some sugar in the little one's cup.
Sweet eggs, toast and a serving of seasonal vegetables make up a simple breakfast.
The exam month has passed halfway, Zongque's one has already been examined, and the test paper such as data is quite easy to correct, right is right, wrong is wrong.
When the little guy was exploring around the house after dinner, Zong Que sat on the sofa and passed quickly one by one.
"Little oriole, can I exchange this yolk for a feather with you?"
"Aren't you afraid that humans will catch you?" The oriole standing on the open window talked to him.
The oriole bird was ready to fly away at any moment, but Silver Moon stood steady, occasionally waving its wings in the sun and wind.
"There are no humans here." The little one said, "I like your feathers. "Okay
." The oriole pecked its own wing, pulled off a feather that was about to be replaced, and got a small half of the yolk.
The oriole bird flew away, and the little one flew back to his cabin with the feather in his hand, stuffed the feather into it, and searched for it from home, exchanging new feathers with beautiful birds passing by.
It wasn't until the sun grew stronger and the windows were closed that he turned into a villain and sat in the cabin, holding the feathers one by one.
He can use the things at home, Zong Que doesn't care about him, but he doesn't know what the little guy is tinkering with, and all kinds of feathers can be seen everywhere on the balcony, and Zong Que needs to be extra careful not to step on them whenever he closes the curtains.
The test papers were corrected, the results were entered, Zong Que did not have leisure when the holiday came, and the little guy was busy in addition to cultivation.
When night fell, Zong Que carefully walked to the side of the wooden house and looked inside that had not moved for a long time.
In addition to the balcony, the wooden house is also full of various feathers, and the little one lies on his side on his own small bed, holding the feathers tied together with a thread in his arms, his eyes are closed, and he looks very sleepy.
Zong Que opened his roof and carefully removed the feather from his arms so that the villain could lie flat on the bed.
He was obviously very tired, even if the things were withdrawn, when he was placed on the small bed, he just turned over, hugged his pillow and slept sweetly.
The little person on the small bed is very small and soft, with silver hair wrapped around the little face, surrounded by aura, and full of vitality, just like when they were first picked up, even if they just watch quietly, it seems that they can soften people's hearts.
"Good night." Zong Que turned off his small lamp and was about to take the roof buckle when the little guy lying on turned over.
"Great... Demon..." muttered a murmur, and a young man's shadow slowly emerged.
Silver hair, white eyelashes, although some are not clear, but the young man who emerged is like an enlarged version of the little guy, sleeping with a clear spirit and purity that belongs to the mountains, just because he appeared on the balcony, looking a little wronged him.
The phantom appeared, representing that his demon power had reached a higher level, and after a while, he would be able to truly transform into an adult body.
Zong Que's eyes were slightly shining, standing still, although the little guy was very cute and could hold it in his palm, but only then did he find that he was expecting him to transform into an adult body sooner.
Said to be expectation, more like longing, holding it in the hand and not daring to use force, afraid of injury, about only hugging, can alleviate this longing.
The so-called ear curls grinding of human beings are not unreasonable.
The phantom slowly disappeared, the little one on the bed muttered a few times, and Zong Que buckled his roof, thinking that it was time to change him to a bigger bed.
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"Sleep here?!" The little one stood on the big bed in the second bedroom and blinked his eyes, and the whole person was stunned.
[Every morning, the president wakes up from a bed of five hundred square meters. 1314 exerted his literary qualities and felt that it was appropriate to explain it here.
"Yes, your demon power is constantly growing, and if you suddenly become an adult, it will burst your cabin." Zong Que told him the truth.
The little one stumbled on his big bed, but his eyes lit up when he heard his words: "Really?!" He's
going to be as big as a big monster!
"Well, sleep in the middle when you sleep." Zong Que looked at him and said, "It's best not to wear clothes when you sleep. "Good
!" The little one said yes, looked at his big bed, and ran towards the so-called center.
But because he was too small, the bed was too soft, stepped on a pit, directly fell on the soft mattress, did not hurt, he got up and continued to run, quite a trekking posture, after a long journey, finally ran to the center of the bed, estimated the distance and looked up and asked: "Here?"
"Hmm." Zong Que placed a silk pad in his place as a marker.
[Wouldn't it be too middle?] 1314 looked at the position and said, [Actually, you can lean a little to the side.] Although
such a little kitten looks very cute when wading through mountains and rivers, it is also very tired.
[He likes to roll over when he sleeps, so that it is not easy to fall.] Zong Que looked at the little man who was leveling the silk spa in all directions, sitting on it and gently breathing away.
[Oh... Indeed it is. 1314 suddenly realized.
01: [...]
Stupid.
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Because she is about to turn into an adult, Silver Moon spends her nights in the second bedroom's bed, but she still likes to stay in her cabin or exchange feathers with the birds during the day.
The feathers snaked out of the hut and piled on the ground, and just when Zong Que suspected that he was going to use these feathers to build a nest for his adult size, the little one gently pulled his finger: "Great youkai."
"What's wrong?" Zong Que rolled his eyes and looked at the little guy who climbed over and asked.
"This." The little man tilted his head and raised the thin thread pulled on his hand, "Give it to you."
His eyes were full of expectation, Zong Que took the thin thread in his hand, gently tugged, and the strings of feathers flew over, mixed with colors, different lengths, but because of the bright colors, they looked very beautiful.
Just this bunch of feathers ... Zong Que pondered and spoke, "You gave me the one to decorate the nest?"
"Hmm!" The little one's eyes are shining, "It can make the nest beautiful."
Zong Que lowered his eyes, the little one decorates his nest with feathers, so for so long he has not been constantly exchanging with the birds because he likes to hoard feathers, but he wants to make his house more beautiful.
A well-built house may seem comfortable to humans, but it may look a little less soft and colorful to birds.
"Thanks, I love it." Zong Que stretched out his finger and gently touched his little face.
The little one visibly cheered: "Really? I'm so happy!
"Well, really." Zong Que got up, picked up the ball of bird feathers tied with thin thread, and hung it layer after layer on the bedroom wall.
The peacock tail feathers serve as an embellishment in the center, making this room with a predominantly gray tone brightened.
"Beautiful!" The little guy sat on Zong Que's shoulder and carefully grabbed his collar and said.
"Well, it's beautiful." Zong Que looked at him with lowered eyes, touched his head and whispered, "Grow up quickly."
"Huh?" The little one didn't hear his last light words.
"It's nothing, it's time to buy your clothes." Zong Que said.
"There's a lot of it out there." Silver Moon pointed to the wardrobe.
"That's mine, we're not the same size, I'll buy you a new one." Zong Que said.
"Is there that much too?" Silvermoon asked.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
The frequency of phantoms appearing in the silver moon is getting higher and higher, and the body is constantly condensing, which is the result of the continuous increase of strength and the result of unconscious control of power when sleeping.
Zong Que also figured out his size through the shadow, and carried it to the wardrobe filled with clothes for the seasons, and there were also a lot of shoes in the shoe cabinet.
Silver Moon was overwhelmed and dazzled, and wanted to share it with her friends, but when she dialed Xiangyang's video message, she didn't connect.
"Xiangyang, why don't you answer the phone?" Silver Moon pressed the speaking button and asked.
Voice sending, he waited for a while without receiving a reply, silently raised the touch screen pen, and struggled to poke letter by letter on the screen: "To... Yang...... You..." Before
the words were finished, a message was sent over there: there is an emergency, contact tomorrow.
Silver Moon blinked her eyes and continued to poke: "Good."
Xiang Yang didn't look at the reply at all, and instantly withdrew his mobile phone at the moment the man appeared, facing the other party's gaze, and his waist straightened up to prove that he was just a very ordinary sunflower flower.
Silver Moon did not receive a reply, walked to the side of the mobile phone and closed it, turned into a bird pecked at the switch of the desk lamp, eased his gaze, fell on his veil under the light of the night light, and then turned into a villain to lie down.
He originally wanted to discuss with Xiangyang about the upcoming bigger, but the city demon was really busy and worked overtime so late.
Silver Moon turned over, and by the light of the night light, he saw the huge wardrobe next to the bed, which contained a lot of clothes he would wear in the future, and the big youkai seemed to be looking forward to him getting bigger soon.
As the night grew dark, Xiao Yinyue slowly closed her eyes and dreamed that her body would become the size of an eagle.