Although they were a little tired, everyone's face was filled with a satisfied and happy smile.
The courtyard of the Mushroom House is already faintly visible in the distance.
What awaits them is an incredibly delicious dinner cooked from ingredients they picked themselves.
The experience of that day, especially the unexpected creation of the song "Orchid Grass," lingered in everyone's hearts like the fragrance of orchids, never fading away.
The camera in the live stream lingered on their departing figures, laden with their spoils.
The comments section was still buzzing with discussion about the song they'd just heard, and everyone was looking forward to dinner and more stories from the Mushroom House.
The setting sun painted the horizon a brilliant orange-red, softening the outlines of the distant mountains.
A winding country road.
The group from the Mushroom House returned home laden with their spoils, carrying baskets filled with all sorts of wild mushrooms.
The group walked briskly, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun.
Zhao Ying, who was walking ahead, seemed to still be immersed in the excitement of picking.
She carried a small basket on her back, her steps light and graceful, occasionally turning back to chat and laugh with Mo Zixue.
Her hair bounced in the golden halo, making her look exceptionally lively and adorable.
Wang Yueheng followed a little behind, watching the vivid scene before him:
The setting sun, distant mountains, the outline of the village, wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, and the smiling figure of a girl carrying a basket in the distance.
A natural sense of joy and ease welled up inside me.
A melody and lyrics almost came to mind as he softly hummed along.
The sound wasn't loud, but it flowed clearly enough through the quiet country lane:
"A little girl picking mushrooms, carrying a big bamboo basket on her back~"
"Barefoot in the early morning, walking all over the forest and hills..."
As soon as the song began, it seemed to have a magical power, immediately captivating everyone's ears.
Zhao Ying and Mo Zixue, who were walking ahead, stopped chatting and laughing at the same time and turned around in surprise.
"Hmm? I've never heard this song before?"
"This melody... is so cheerful!"
"The little girl picking mushrooms? Are you talking about Zhao Liying? Hahaha"
"Wow! Teacher Yue Heng is going to sing again!"
Why does this one feel like a children's song?
"High-energy warning ahead!"
The viewers in the live stream, equally immersed in such a beautiful scene, instantly perked up.
The screen was once again filled with various curious or surprised comments.
Wang Yueheng's gaze fell on the two girls in front of him, a faint smile on his face.
The lyrics are incredibly vivid, making the audience feel as if they can truly see a barefoot, lively girl searching through the mountains and forests.
I couldn't help but recall the scene of the two girls picking mushrooms on the mountain earlier.
Two red clouds rose on Zhao Ying's face, both surprised and delighted.
She shyly covered her face with her hand, which was covered in mud, but her eyes were bright as she looked at Wang Yueheng.
I never expected that the other party had a hidden gem of a song!
"She picked the most mushrooms, so many they were like countless stars!"
"The mushrooms she picked were the biggest, so big they filled her basket like little umbrellas!"
The two lines of lyrics were sung.
He Jiong and Huang Lei, walking beside them, couldn't help but look at Zhao Ying and Mo Zixue's small baskets, which were indeed filled to the brim, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
He Jiong smiled and gave Wang Yueheng a thumbs up.
Huang Lei watched the two girls walking ahead with a smile.
The camera then gave a close-up shot of the plump porcini and termite mushrooms in Zhao Ying and Mo Zixue's baskets.
They really do look like little umbrellas, perfectly fitting the occasion.
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