Chapter 428

After getting off the plane, Yun Jinyi brought her daughter to the booked hotel. The child's mouth was so sunken that a small oil bottle could be hung on it.

She pestered her mother and asked her hundreds of times, but her mother ignored her!

And pretended not to hear!

Yunmian was extremely angry. Why hadn't she noticed this kind of bad taste in her mother before? !

Just because the world has changed, does that mean I no longer love her?

The little boy squatted behind the curtain angrily, looking as if he was going to suffocate himself into a mushroom.

The little mushroom is not poisonous, but it exudes a fierce aura, and from every angle it is muttering: I’m so angry, so angry, so angry! I’m going to die of anger soon! !

Yun Jinyi looked at her daughter's angry back, a smile flashed in her eyes, but the first thought in her mind was not to comfort her, but: my ears are finally quiet for a while.

The little girl nags too much. No one knows if she has learned bad habits from Yun Er. She will not stop nagging until she achieves her goal. Although it is very soothing to hear her daughter calling her "Mom" in a soft and long voice, but after hearing it hundreds of times in a row... Yun Jinyi wants to cover her daughter's chattering mouth.

The noise gave me a headache.

Yunmian didn't know that her mother was disgusted with her. She squatted behind the curtain with her knees hugged, thinking about what that special seed was.

Is it a particularly beautiful flower?

Or a particularly tall tree?

Or maybe it's a small mother tree of life that can produce fairy fruit? !

As the child thought about it, he couldn't help but hold his head like Panda Duck, with a head full of question marks, and gave up thinking in a daze.

"Mianmian, come here, we are going out."

Her mother was calling her from behind.

Yunmian's back moved, and she continued to be an autistic little mushroom.

Yun Jinyi chuckled: "Really? Then why not cancel the trip to buy small flower pots for the seeds?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the autistic little mushroom opened the curtains and ran over, looking at her with sparkling eyes: "Really?! Are we going to buy flower pots for the seeds? What kind of seeds are they? I really want to know, mommy mommy mommy~~~"

"I'm going to buy a flower pot for you, my little mushroom, and plant you in it. What do you think?"

Yun Jinyi poked her daughter's cheek in annoyance, and a fleshy dimple appeared on her cheek, which then quickly returned to its original shape. It didn't look intimidating at all.

Yunmian pursed her lips and smiled foolishly, but nodded obediently after hearing this: "Okay~ But mom has to buy me a big flower pot, otherwise I won't be able to sleep in it~"

Yun Jinyi was helpless about the shameless child. She shook her head, and the mother and daughter walked out hand in hand.

Following the map, Yun Jinyi found the nearest handicraft shop and sat down with his daughter, who looked curious and exploratory.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Yun Mian looked around, leaned closer and asked in a low voice: "Aren't we buying flower pots? Why are you playing in the mud?"

What I can’t understand the most is why I have to pay to play in the mud?

Is it because there is not much mud in this world, but only tall buildings?

Yun Mian's thoughts were wandering. She had already started thinking, if she had known that her mother liked to play with mud, it would have been great if she could have brought some mud from the Silver Moon Forest here.

Give it to mom to play with, and you can also sell it for money~

Yun Jinyi tapped her daughter's head with her fingers and said, "Put on your apron and make a flower pot with the mud."

Yunmian: “!?”

She then carefully looked at the people in the store and the finished products on the shelves around her. The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became. When the owner came to make arrangements, she couldn't wait to start working with her mother.

"Mom, have you decided what the flower pot will look like?"

"Mom, what if it turns out to be really ugly? I don't like ugly things~"

"Mom, can you help me make the most beautiful flower pot in the world?"

"Mom, the mud feels so good to hold. Can I take the mud away? If I take it away, do I have to pay a lot of money?"

"Mother……"

Yun Jinyi's hands were covered in mud as she listened to her daughter's non-stop nagging. Her originally calm and gentle temperament was already showing signs of breaking.

She took a deep breath, stopped, raised her hand and smeared a stream of mud on her daughter's clean little face, and said unhappily, "Don't just talk, do it."

Yunmian shut up obediently: "Ah~"

Punished by her mother, Yunmian obediently reached out to touch the mud that was spinning at high speed.

Then he smashed the flowerpot blank that my mother had successfully shaped into pieces.

Yunmian shyly retracted her paws and tucked them in front of her like a puppy. She looked up and explained to her mother eagerly, "Mom, I didn't mean to mess things up. The mud was spinning too fast... I couldn't hold it."

Her hands were small, and the flowerpot was spinning very fast. As soon as she touched it, before she could do anything, it... collapsed.

Yun Jinyi: “…”

Yun Jinyi let out a breath silently, and shook his head helplessly and amusedly: "Forget it, don't do it, just keep talking."

She had to redo it.

Soon, the child's soft questioning voice rang in my ears again.

Yun Jinyi learned her lesson and would rather have her ears filled with countless whys than let her daughter touch anything again.

Otherwise, it would probably take me until midnight just to make the clay for a flower pot.

However, Yun Jinyi still let her daughter express herself freely when it came to coloring.

Yunmian did not intend to cause trouble for her mother on purpose. With the guidance and help of the shop owner and her mother, she painted the flowerpot she had in mind bit by bit.

The owner said that I could pick it up tomorrow afternoon.

So after washing their hands, Yunmian and her mother could finally go out and play to their heart's content.

This city has many different scenic spots, including snow-capped mountains, waterfalls, Buddhist temples, and ocean parks...

In just two days, Yunmian and her mother went there.

The last stop is the most famous temple nearby.

In Yunmian's world, Buddhism did not exist at all. After she entered the temple, she looked at the rising smoke, watched the believers kneeling on the cushions with their hands clasped together and bowing, and saw the golden clay statues of gods and bodhisattvas...

Yunmian walked on the winding path in the temple. There was a large peach forest below. I heard that it was open to the public for free, and everyone who came to the temple could pick peaches at will. However, it was not the season for peach blossoms to bloom, nor was it the season for peaches to ripen, so only tourists were taking pictures inside.

The temple bell rang slowly. Yunmian held her mother's hand. Although she did not trust any of this, she inexplicably felt a peace rising from the bottom of her heart.

She did not ask for blessings from the gods and Buddhas, nor did she kneel down to make wishes and kowtow to them, but as she walked among them and smelled the scent of incense everywhere in the temple, Yun Mian suddenly felt that the upcoming separation did not seem particularly difficult to let go.

Every Mianmian is herself.

Every little girl loves her mother.

No matter how the world changes, no matter what her experiences and personality are... at least, with her mother, Mianmian will always be that Mianmian, and will not be changed by anything or anyone.

"Mom." Yunmian stood on the bluestone steps two steps higher, lowered her eyes and smiled at her mother below, and asked her softly: "Have you ever thought that after I leave, Mianmian will come and go... In the end, only this body and mom are left, what should I do?"

She was clearly smiling, but she seemed to be hiding many unspeakable emotions.

The system that woke up early but remained on standby without disturbing them was squatting in Mianmian's pocket. She could feel that when the child asked a question, her palm subconsciously clenched its body.

"Mom, if you're all alone... you'll be lonely, right?" She looked into her mother's eyes, which were as vast as the stars in the sky, as if she had caught a glimpse of the original fairy tale world through the thousands of stars flowing in them.

A desolate and dilapidated fairy tale world where she is the only elf waiting alone.

Yun Jinyi looked at the sadness on her daughter's face, sighed softly in her heart, reached out to pick up the child, raised her hand to rub her head, and said helplessly: "It doesn't matter, Mianmian, mom is with you, you will never feel lonely."

What's more, no one knows her daughter better than her.

How could Yunmian, who loves her mother the most in the world, bear to let her mother live out her life alone?

Yun Jinyi is not afraid of the future where Mianmian will never appear again. It is only a short world. Her purpose is not only to accompany her, but also to nurture her daughter's soul.

Being embraced by her mother, Yun Mian slowly loosened her fingers that were tightly gripping the system.

She had just seen her own end in her memory.

She put her arms around her mother, gently pressed her cheek against her mother's abdomen, pursed her lips, and sensed the impending separation amid the melodious sound of the temple bells.

"Mom, let's go get the finished flower pots."

Yunmian let go of her mother, looked up and said, "I want to see what it looks like."

Mom never told her what that special seed was, but Yunmian now had a vague idea, so she wanted to see what the flowerpot made by her mom and herself looked like after it was fired.

Yun Jinyi took her daughter's hand and said, "Okay, let's go get it now."

Yunmian took the fired flowerpot from the shop owner.

It's a little different from what I imagined.

The flowerpot is neither too big nor too small, and has no sharp edges that could scratch your hands. It looks like just an ordinary, unremarkable small flowerpot.

What is unusual is probably the mysterious and complex lines inside the flowerpot, as well as the glaze on the outside that Yunmian painted with paint.

It is a very tall and big tree, and a very small and short flower. In addition, there are various colors painted on it, making the flowerpot look somewhat childish and cute, but it does not make people feel that there are too many colors and they are too messy.

"Mom, this is not the Mother Tree of Life." Yunmian gently touched the tree with her finger and said to her seriously: "This is you, and this little flower is me. You will always be my mother, and I will always be your baby Mianmian."

Mother Tree will always protect little cotton from wind and rain.

The little cotton flowers only bloom for the mother tree to see.

Let us be together forever and never be apart.

See you tonight~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:

Lingguang 17 bottles;

2 bottles of Yansi Sheng;

Weeds 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!