[Yeah, who gives a gift in front of millions of viewers? Luo Shimiao isn't stupid.]
"How did I get here? I remember there used to be only one road, but now there's another one?" Luo Shimiao stopped at a fork in the road, looking completely bewildered.
Little Green stood on her head, tiptoeing to look ahead: "Ten years have passed, there must be changes."
Master Huikong's dormitory was not in the temple, but in a bamboo forest nearby.
Luo Shimiao patted the little green thing on his head: "Fly higher and see which direction the bamboo forest is in." The trees in front of them were very dense, making it difficult to see where the bamboo forest was.
"Oh, oh." Little Green flapped its wings and flew into the sky, immediately spotting a small bamboo grove to its right.
"Found it, go to the right." After saying that, it flew back to Luo Shimiao's head.
Luo Shimiao lifted her long leg and walked towards the dirt road on the right. Considering that it would be difficult for the photographer to walk on the mountain path while carrying equipment, she put her hands behind her back and strolled forward leisurely.
Passing through the dense forest, rows of emerald green bamboo suddenly appeared before our eyes.
"That old monk is really something. The temple dormitory has air conditioning and a water heater, so convenient. Why did he have to choose such a godforsaken place?" Luo Shimiao tucked the painting tube under his arm and broke off a bamboo leaf with his right hand, putting it in his mouth.
The little green thing rolled its dark eyes and flew down to land in front of her.
“Stretch out your hand.”
She stopped and, though she didn't know what it was going to do, she still obediently extended her right hand.
In an instant, she felt a warmth in her palm, and her face darkened.
"Who says birds don't poop? Look, they did, and it's still warm!" Little Green said, having already flown some distance away.
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