The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

Mu Yaqi walked forward slowly. The bluestone road under her feet was winding. The surroundings were silent, with a gentle breeze. It seemed as if she was the only one left in the world.

One can't help but enjoy this quiet and peaceful time alone.

She walked to the pavilion in front and sat down on a stone bench.

The pavilion here seemed to be more luxuriously decorated than the one she and Lu Chengfeng visited in the morning.

The stone bench and the stone table are both covered with a layer of linen mat, the surface of which is embroidered with a layer of ice silk, with tassels at the four corners, hanging softly around the stone bench.

Mu Yaqi looked around the table and found that this table did not have the mechanism that Lu Chengfeng had demonstrated to her in the morning.

There are no other agencies.

Mu Yaqi pursed her lips and sighed.

Maybe there is indeed no mechanism here, or maybe there is but she hasn't discovered it.

However, she was a little curious. Lu Chengfeng had set up mechanisms in the pavilions over there, so would he have left anything here as well?

She held up her chin with a bit of boredom and looked around. There were nothing but trees.

He couldn't have left the tree behind, could he?

These trees can't be planted by him. They look older than he is.

Mu Yaqi turned her gaze back to the present and began to play with the tassels hanging from the table mat on the stone table.

While playing, she glanced elsewhere as if she was idly watching. Suddenly, she noticed something flashing on the outer stone steps of the pavilion.

Mu Yaqi became curious, so she decisively dropped the tassel ornament in her hand and walked over there.

When she got closer, she found that the thing was a bit black, with only a corner exposed and the rest of it still hidden in the soil.

Mu Yaqi rubbed her hands, thought for a moment, then got up and went to find a branch somewhere else.

Her hands were freshly washed, and it would be ugly and ungraceful to have mud on them.

The main thing is that she is in someone else's home now, so she still has to maintain some face.

Of course, if you were in your own yard you would also look for branches, but compared to now there would be an added possibility that you might start digging in excitement.

After finding the branch, Mu Yaqi returned and started digging at the black, shiny thing.

The wet sand was blown up again and again, pausing in the air, scattering and falling again. As the soil loosened, the branches dug faster and faster, and soon the black thing revealed its full appearance.

Mu Yaqi threw the branch aside, picked up the thing, turned it over in her hand and saw that it was a spinning top.

An old spinning top.

She narrowed her wise eyes and instinctively felt that this was the game that Lu Chengfeng had played as a child.

She weighed it in her hand, looked at it left and right. It was a very old fashion spinning top. The main materials should be platinum and titanium, with a layer of pure silver on the outside.

Mu Yaqi raised the corners of her lips slightly. Although she was the one who dug the top out of the hole, it still couldn't stop her from imagining the plot.

Did Lu Chengfeng lose this spinning top accidentally or on purpose? Would he want to see it again?

Mu Yaqi thought about it and decided to wait until she returned to get some information from him before deciding what to do with the gyroscope.

She patted the dirt off the top and returned to the stone bench to study the old top. The outermost layer of pure silver had been oxidized, but it could still be used after washing.

I wonder where Lu Chengfeng is now.

If I had known, I should have brought him along. If this was really his childhood toy, I could have taken the opportunity to make fun of him. He didn't believe her when she said she could find traces of his life.