The carriage seems to have hit something and stops abruptly. MEG puts his arm around Amy and looks at the direction of the curtain with some vigilance. Listening to the sound, the driver has been knocked down. I'm afraid he's not good at it.
"The voice?" Crassus frowned slightly.
Amy was hugged by McGonagall. The ugly duckling, who was lying on the seat, was abandoned by inertia and rolled out of the car curtain.
"It's sister Elena!"
Amy heard the sound and exclaimed in surprise. She lifted the curtain.
"Elena?" MEG looked in the direction of the curtain.
An elf in a white dress stood in front of the carriage, pinched the ugly duckling, which was shrunk into a ball with two fingers, and looked at it in front of him. His delicate and beautiful face was full of curiosity.
The warm autumn sun fell on her as if she were covered with a layer of gold.
The long silver hair is scattered at random behind him, slightly raised by the autumn wind, just like a fairy coming down from the sky.
On the center of the eyebrows, a little Golden Crescent adds a bit of holiness.
It was like the first piece of snow in winter, the fresh tip of the earth, a drop of dew on the petals of a hundred flowers, which suddenly made MEG feel like a shiver.
"Is this the feeling of heart beating?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly. Alex's memory didn't fluctuate and had no influence on him. This was the first time that this beautiful elf entered his world.
Like a wisp of spring wind, wrinkled a river of spring water.
"All fat into a ball, stewed, there should be a pot of it?" Elena stared at the ugly duckling for a moment, thinking seriously.
Amy quickly shook her head and said seriously, "no, I can't stew it now. Sister Elena, the ugly duckling will turn into a white swan in the future. I heard from my father that roast goose is super delicious!"
Irina looked at the ugly duckling and said with some doubt, "is that so? Can the ball grow into a white swan? Is the roast goose really delicious
"Yes, yes, my father said that the little match girl forgot to go home for dinner in order to see the roast goose. As a result, she starved to death outside the roast goose shop. The roast goose must be very delicious." Amy nodded.
Irina nodded thoughtfully, "well, it's better to raise it again."
"Yes, yes." Amy takes the duckling from Elena's hand and holds it in her arms.
"Meow, meow, meow," the ugly duckling shrunk his head and cried twice wrongly. Why should he bear this kind of pressure when he was young.
Meg's face as like as two peas, no doubt, it must be a mother, even the brain circuit.
"Little Elena, it's really you. I don't know how it sounds." Crassus grinned and winked at Irina. "You beat Brent in the wizard tower, didn't you?"
"Yes, old man with white beard, long time no see." Irina nodded at Kelasu, clenched her fist and said, "that fat man, I've seen him fight once. When I got to Luodu today, I'll beat him first to make myself happy."
"I also feel that beating that fat man is a special relief. This morning, the slap was thrown out, and my body and mind were relaxed." Krasu nodded deeply, and then said, "but how do you know little Amy?"
"Little Amy..." as soon as Elena's eyes brightened, her name was Amy, her name was Xiaomi, her silver hair and blue eyes were all just coincidence?
"This..." McGonagall looked at Elena, flashed countless ways to deal with, but could not find a panacea.
Amy is still nostalgic for her mother. What kind of Miss does Elena have for Amy? You don't have to think much to guess that he can't eat any more, which makes them regret to miss.
Irina looked up at MEG, her blue eyes twinkling, trying to find the person she was thinking about day and night.
This man with a moustache is handsome, but he is totally different from Alex. Even the same pair of black eyes can't see the shadow of Alex.
Alex's eyes are not like this, and the eyes are not deceptive, it is the window of the soul.
The only thing that's similar is his height, but Alex is stronger.
"Is he Alex or not? Or has he completely hidden himself in order to hide his identity? " Irina's heart flashed countless problems, some difficult to look away, looking at Kelasu face relaxed way: "I and millet is not fight do not know each other, just when I hit the dead fat man, millet also helped."
Amy nodded and said happily, "yes, yes! Master Krasu, you see, I didn't learn from you. I learned from sister Elena. "
"But, sister Elena, did you use a chair to make our coachman dizzy?" Amy looked at the coachman lying on the ground, and the sawdust on the ground, and asked with a little doubt.
"Well... I think a little too much of him." Irina took a look at the coachman, a little embarrassed to spit out a small tongue, rather playful.
"We are going to Renhe food street, but the coachman is gone. What should we do now?" Amy was a little worried.
Irina's eyes lit up. "Food street, I want to go too, but now I need someone to drive."
Then, everyone's eyes fell on MEG.
Irina looked at MEG, thought of the scene when she met Alex for the first time, and ordered with a straight face: "I'm the fairy princess Irina. Now, I order you to take us to Renhe food street as my coachman."
"Although I want to refuse this kind of order, why do I feel so happy?" McGonagall's mood was suddenly complicated, and he was inexplicably familiar with this. Could he say that he was actually a queen? Or an M?
"No, no! It must not be like this! It has to be an "s" anyway McGonagall threw the strange idea out of his mind and said, "I'm a cook, not a coachman."
"Then you don't want to drive for me?" Elena looks into Meg's eyes.
"How can it be? My father's car is in good time. Sister Elena, please get on the bus." Before McGonagall could speak, Amy had already snatched the beginning of the conversation. Then she gently touched McGonagall's arm with her elbow and whispered in his ear, "my father, you don't like your little sister like this."
“……”
McGonagall looked at Amy and opened his mouth, but he was speechless.
"Get on the bus, Princess highness." MEG got up a little helpless and got out of the car. He looked at Elena and said.