Chapter 237： The difference between a girl and a Nuwa (2 in 1)

Girls are always sentimental, maybe it's because of experience, Miss Yun still needs a lot of practice on how to be jealous, but... she doesn't need others to teach her thoughts.

After all, Xu Changan is a person who is easy to think too much, what can Yun Qian learn from following him?

It's just a pity that Yunqian was trampled to powder by Xu Changan, which was rare for thousands of years to be hypocritical.

Xu Changan also realized this, and it was not appropriate for him to do so.

After all, it's rare for Yun Qian to be affectionate once.

However, Xu Chang'an felt that there were not too many ways. Passionate feelings could be expressed through poetry, viewing the scenery, and having fun, instead of being like Yun Qian, who was dumbfounded by a flower that was about to die.

What about "Is the flower still the same when it dies and blooms again in the next spring?"

Can Yun Qian ask this question? It doesn't fit the girl's style of painting.

—

Yun Qian stood there blankly, thinking about Xu Chang'an's words.

As long as it looks good, it doesn't matter if it is the same flower or not.

Although it makes sense, can it be used on Xu Changan? Yun Qian didn't know much about it. After all, he was different from Miss Wen, not a flower.

"Miss, you try this."

Yunqian was staring blankly, when she felt Xu Changan bring something to her mouth, the girl didn't think much, her mouth opened slightly.

Immediately afterwards, some strange scents came, and she subconsciously bit them, and as something broke open, some faint scents, mixed with bitterness and rich sweetness, rippling in her mouth, Yun Qian couldn't help but blink .

She looked at Xu Changan's hand, and saw that it was a bunch of beautiful flowers, blue-purple flowers, with small and dense petals, slender and weak filaments, very beautiful.

"It tastes good." Seeing Yun Qian's bright eyes, Xu Changan took another piece of orchid and said, "If there is a chance, I will make candied jacaranda flowers for Miss, and the taste will be even better."

"Petals...it's okay." Yunqian pursed her lips, and then showed some white teeth. It wasn't until Xu Changan brought in another petal that she chewed it carefully, feeling the strange taste.

Seeing this, Xu Xu Changan frowned.

There is a saying that fairies eat flower petals and drink dew.

"Miss, do you still think about flowers?" Xu Changan showed a look of success, and said, "Instead of caring whether the flowers will be the same flower after it dies and bloom next year, why not think about it, next year's weather will still raise flowers." Such delicious flowers can’t be grown, this jacaranda is very particular about it, whether it is possible to grow edibles of this quality in reality... depends on whether God rewards it or not.”

"...Eat?" Yun Qian blinked, then inserted the white flower in Xu Chang'an's ear again, staring at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" Xu Changan keenly felt that something was wrong.

"It's okay, it's just... delicious." Yun Qian murmured.

The girl's voice was clean, and then she laughed.

There are hundreds of flowers in front of her, but when the girl smiles, all the flowers in this world bloom.

"Hua'er, it's delicious." Yun Qian hugged Xu Chang'an's arm tightly under Xu Chang'an's unclear gaze.

Xu Changan didn't know where his words hit Yun Qian.

Yunqian didn't respond, but just lowered her eyes.

She doesn't understand sorrow and pain, so she enjoys the flowers sent by her husband with peace of mind, and enjoys the sweetness that penetrates into people's hearts.

He also felt that he had already eaten the flowers, and the next step was to turn himself into a flower and let him taste it too.

Feeling the fragrance of the petals in her mouth, Yunqian walked with Xu Changan in the snow-covered flower garden.

Looking quietly at the flowers of different shapes, the girl thought to herself that there are no identical leaves in the world, but there are similar flowers. At the same time, people are different.

She has all kinds of names, so why should she expect him to be exactly the same as before?

It is enough to know that for "Yun Qian", the existence of "Xu Chang'an" is the only special one.

Go find a place to build a snowman to play.

—

The blizzard was violent before, and more than half of the snowflakes had accumulated in a short period of time. It was white in the eyes, and the overwhelming snowflakes were like cotton wool, as if they were going to submerge the entire island.

In the spacious garden, Xu Chang'an was clearing the snowflakes accumulated on the road with a shovel. The purpose was to make a good road for walking, so as to prevent Yun Qian from slipping and falling.

He looked back and was sitting and resting on one side, tilted his head to look at Yunqian who was shoveling snow, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I can... have today." Xu Changan closed his eyes, memories flooding back.

It's hard for him to say that he is a lonely person, but he is always out of gregarious.

In the previous life, it was snowing heavily, and the lights were bright everywhere. People downstairs were sitting in small groups, drinking tea, chatting, lively, and there were many little girls playing in the snow, making snowmen, snowball fights, laughing and laughing.

It has nothing to do with him either.

Teenagers in the second year of middle school will feel that they are out of place in the world, and Xu Changan will also have that kind of thinking.

However, after seeing Miss Yun, it seemed that he had found his home. In his eyes, these childish actions that seemed to be a waste of time in the past would make him want to do them.

Now in the snow garden, my heart is warm, and my body is also warm.

"..." Yun Qian also thought so.

She looked at the glove on her hand and blinked.

It was put on by Xu Changan, saying it was to prevent her hands from getting cold when building a snowman.

Yun Qian didn't quite understand.

Because she had read in a book written by Xu Changan that when building a snowman, her fingers turned red and slightly itchy from the cold, which was also the fun part of it.

And... a snowball fight?

The girl doesn't know how to fight with her husband, but...she is indeed interested.

Yunqian bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, closed her eyes, and charged for half a minute. When she opened her eyes again, a snow-white ball appeared in her hand, which looked fluffy and fluffy like a pastry, and she pressed it lightly. Will leave a fingerprint on it.

This is a snowball made by Yun Qian.

Come to think of it, it wouldn't hurt to hit someone, just like her is soft.

Yun Qian walked behind Xu Changan.

"Miss, wait a little longer." Sensing Yunqian approaching, Xu Changan said, "I'll open the road and follow the snow, and it will be convenient for you to build a snowman later... Hiss..."

Xu Changan was only halfway through speaking when he felt a cluster of snowflakes hit the back of his head, and the remaining snowflakes entered his neck, making him shiver from the cold.

Xu Changan: "..."

He felt the snowflakes melting on his back, turned around slowly, and met Miss Yun's moist and clean eyes.

"Miss, what are you... doing?" Xu Changan chuckled, threw the shovel aside, and jumped on him.

"I want to try." As Yunqian said, she saw Xu Changan sticking it up. In just one sentence, Xu Changan's forehead was almost touching her cheek.

"Try? Did you read it from a book again?"

"Um."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter where you look at it." Xu Changan bent down and picked up a ball of snowflakes: "I can take it as a provocation from you."

"Hey..." Yun Qian was stunned for a moment, then stared at Xu Chang'an's villainous smile, and was stunned.

It seems to be a little different from what she thought. valley

Xu Changan looked very interested.

"I'm afraid of the cold." Yunqian took a step back, holding her collar tightly with her hands.

"I know, the miss is the most important rule." Xu Changan squinted his eyes: "I left a spiritual body for the miss, even if it's cold, it won't catch the wind and cold. It's a rare opportunity...hehe."

"..."

Before Yun Qian could speak, she saw that Xu Changan had already started to make snowballs, and unlike the snowballs made by her soft couch, Xu Changan just rubbed his hands together, and a solid snowball appeared .

Immediately afterwards, Xu Changan threw the snowball on the ground and rolled it, pushed it around Yunqian, and then picked it up... It was a snowball bigger than the girl's head.

"This..." Yun Qian's eyelashes fluttered.

Are you going to hit her with this snowball?

Yun Qian was so rare that she felt withdrawn.

Maybe, she shouldn't have thrown that snowball?

"Go." Xu Changan tossed the snowball lightly, and the snowball fell to the ground after a very short distance, and then rolled all the way to the edge of Yunqian's skirt.

He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, making a snapping motion.

"boom."

A small muffled sound.

The snowball exploded instantly.

Yunqian took a step back a little later, but some snowflakes still blew up to her neck, melting into snow water and taking away the heat at the same time, making Yunqian shiver slightly.

But a little bit of cold doesn't matter anymore.

"This is...my room?" Yun Qian stared at the snow sculpture left behind after the snowball exploded. Lifelike.

"No, it's our room." Xu Changan reminded Yunqian, then reached out to wipe off the snow on Yunqian's neck, and shook his head: "It's a pity that it was made with spiritual power, and I'm not skilled enough to manipulate it. , can definitely do better.”

"It's already very good." Yunqian knelt down and reached out to touch the snow sculpture on the ground, but she was afraid of damaging the shape of the house. "I thought... this was used to throw my snowball."

"I have to be willing." Xu Changan spread his hands.

The girl is "ruthless", he can't be "unjust".

Even if he had already protected Yun Qian from the wind and cold with aura, he would not hit Yun Qian with a snowball. You know, even if he built a snowman, he would require Yun Qian to wear gloves.

"I...can't bear it either." Yunqian nodded, thinking that such a beautiful room carved by her husband...it would be a pity to hit her.

If you waste everything, you will be struck by lightning.

"Miss, what I say is willing, and what you say is willing, is it the same thing?" Xu Changan hid his face.

"Maybe?" Yun Qian blinked.

"What is it? Forget it. Miss, try to build a snowman. It's probably just a big ball and a small ball stacked together. I've drawn it before, so you should have an impression." After Xu Changan finished speaking, he will The snowman's tools were put aside, and then he picked up the shovel on one side and started shoveling snow.

Speaking of it, shoveling snow is quite interesting. Watching the snow being removed layer by layer, there is an inexplicable sense of comfort.

It's not that he doesn't want to be with Yunqian, it's just that he has some expectations. If he's not on the side to guide, the girl can make something out of it.

"I'll try." Yun Qian followed Xu Chang'an's example and began to roll snowballs, then rolled them on the ground.

—

After a long time.

When Xu Changan walked over from a distance with a shovel in hand, what he saw was Yun Qian standing there, staring at the snowman in front of him.

Xu Changan couldn't help but twitched the corners of his eyes when he looked at the completely disproportionate "snowman" who didn't even count as a ball.

"How is it?" Yun Qian turned around and asked Xu Chang'an.

"It's... so cute." Xu Changan said.

"Cute?" Yun Qian heard the words, looked up and down at the inhuman and indescribable thing in front of her, as if a little puzzled: "Is it cute?"

The girl was suddenly unhappy.

Because he occasionally calls himself cute.

Could it be that your husband's definition of cute is so perfunctory?

"Cute... Ugly and cute." Xu Changan said solemnly: "Compared to those clay figurines made by the lady before... this time has made great progress, at least you can tell that it is a human being. Look at the snowman's head, it is bald Yes, more like a monk."

I still remember the last time Yunqian leaned over to pinch a clay puppet in the muddy water, it was ugly, it didn't even say whether it was pretty or not, it didn't look like a human being, its arms were pinched like tentacles.

At least it's improved this time.

But after speaking, Xu Changan realized it.

The last time I made a clay puppet was also in a dream.

Not what actually happened.

"Have I made progress? Hmm." Yun Qian nodded without thinking too much, and looked at her fair fingers: "I... am not good at these."

It would be great if she had a handicraft as good as Nu Wa She can make good-looking people, and then there will be no shortage of daughters.

Now…

What she made, Xu Changan could bear it if he killed it with a sword without treating it like a monster.

"To be honest, it's not very good. If Miss was in my hometown, she would definitely get a negative score in the handicraft class." Xu Changan smiled: "You also said that you want to learn cooking skills from me..."

What kind of dark cuisine must be the thing made here.

Xu Changan didn't even dare to think about it.

"Sure enough, it's ugly, isn't it?" Yun Qian looked at the snowman in front of her.

"It's not a question of whether it looks good or not, it... I can only say that it's ugly, cute, and very stylish." Xu Changan said with difficulty: "It's lifelike, um, lifelike, look at the two finger prints you poked for eyes, Miss. , as if alive.”

Of course, he likes it very much.

If it wasn't in a dream, Xu Changan would definitely think of a way to save this snowman, and take a look at it when he was in a bad mood in the future, it would definitely make him laugh out loud.

"Lifelike..." Yun Qian looked at Xu Changan and said, "You look at him as if he was alive?"

also?

alive?

Xu Changan didn't quite understand, but the girl didn't understand polite words, so he knew it, so he said, "I'm just kidding, to be honest, it's just not very pretty. I'll teach you how to look good later."

"I see." Yunqian nodded, looking at the streaks of darkness gradually falling on the snowman's head.

I saw "Snowman"'s black hole-like pupils glowing with a faint light, like terrifying ghosts and nightmares, reflecting strange colors under the snow light.

"Yes." Yun Qian lifted her skirt.

Her husband's words reminded her to remember to be careful when making these things by herself.

Yunqian picked up a shovel on the side of the road and chopped off the snowman's head.