Vodai Ecstasy

The feeling of being suddenly thrown out of a world is not good. In less than a second, Daiyu returned to the space she was familiar with, light and floating, without extra touch. If Nord called her anxiously in front of her, she might I will miss the world in the painting just now.

The old man with the white beard no longer appeared on the frame.

"Miss Lin, are you okay?" Nord's expression can be said to be flustered, if it wasn't for the girl's incorporeal existence, he might really be unable to resist grabbing her and checking her out.

"I..." Daiyu looked at the other party suspiciously for a while, and then smiled: "I remember you, Ian."

Red rushed to the boy's cheeks again, and he realized something was wrong in an instant: "Miss Lin, do you remember Mild? It's the old man in the portrait."

"Melder?" Daiyu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the portrait, the old man still did not come back: "...I can't remember."

The girl turned her head to look at Nord, with water in her eyes: "I seem to... forget something very important..."

Nord smiled lightly: "It's okay." Before he could say more comforting words, Allen's childish voice suddenly broke the silence in the room:

"The wild goose is flying away! The wild goose is flying away!" The boy hurried up to the attic, causing the ghouls upstairs to scream: "The wild goose is flying away." He looked at the ghost, somewhat embarrassed .

"What's going on?" Ian asked patiently.

Allen lowered his head and whispered: "I just joked with it that it would never know the way, but it seemed to be angry and flew away at once, and Mom and Dad didn't stop it..."

Hearing this, Daiyu couldn't help laughing: "Fly away and leave, it's raining so hard, do you still want to chase it out?"

"But that's your owl..."

"If it's mine, it will come back naturally. If it's not mine, what's the use of locking it?" The ghost touched Alan's head. The boy wanted to back away, but he stopped in his tracks unexpectedly. In the field, he didn't feel the imaginary chill like an ice cellar. The ghost's hand swept over his hair like a breeze, but there was a kind of spring-like warmth. Alan looked at his brother suspiciously and began to question him aggrievedly. Tell yourself "common sense": "...Didn't you say that ghosts are cold?"

Nord was speechless, and patted Alan's head directly, causing the other party to complain again.

"Stop making trouble, too," Daiyu couldn't help laughing again, and bent her eyes that seemed happy but not happy: "Or do you prefer the cold one? Then I'm really sorry."

"of course not."

This time, it was rare for the two brothers to maintain a high degree of consistency. The two looked at each other, and Alan turned his head and said, "Lin, do you want to come out and see the flowers my mother planted? They are blooming very well now."

"Is it outside?" Daiyu asked suspiciously, "It was windy at night and it rained again. What should I do if I catch a cold?"

"Mom is going too, snow flowers only bloom in this kind of weather," the boy didn't care about these things, he stepped forward and wanted to lead the ghost away, unexpectedly seeing his hand pass through the air, he was stunned for a moment, and then muttered Said: "Why is it like a shadow, you can see it but you can't touch it."

Nord simply pushed him directly: "If you want to go out, put on the cloak quickly, and stop talking nonsense."

Allen blinked, cheered and ran away happily. Annie carried the tea tray upstairs and was almost bumped by him. She turned to Ian and squinted her eyes slightly unhappily: "What is he happy about? I just Tell him to come up to you and help me look at the flowers."

"Eh..." Nuode scratched his hair helplessly: "He didn't say anything, he just said to let Miss Lin go to see the flowers."

"Then you agreed with him to go?" Annie reprimanded with one hand on her hip with some dissatisfaction: "You can't think about it before making a decision. I can't believe how you got those grades in school. You are coaxed by your brother every day." run."

Immediately, she realized the silent ghost guest, and said with a smile: "Miss Lin, don't mind, this child is too honest, and that one is too flexible, and I don't see any progress after talking about it for a long time, which really makes me worry ..." While speaking, he still gave Ian a reproachful look.

Daiyu laughed softly: "Madam, you are too strict with your sons. In my opinion, they are pretty good... If I were Madam, I wouldn't want them to change their appearance."

"Oh?" Annie raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"If it changes," she smiled and glanced at Ian again: "Wouldn't it be impossible to use all the chaotic vocabulary that I usually accumulate? I have to think of new words again, but it's tiring."

Annie couldn't help laughing out loud: "Then I am willing too."

"That's right, madam is not afraid of these things." The girl turned her head and winked at Ian: "Look, you still have to think about it before making a decision. Anyway, madam's eloquence will not change."

How could anyone encourage him to be disobedient? Nord couldn't help but lowered his head and forced a smile. Annie immediately understood Daiyu's meaning, opened her eyes and threatened:

"If you encourage him like this again, I will use this eloquence to deal with you first."

As he spoke, he smiled and greeted the ghost to go downstairs without any barriers.

Ian stayed alone and smiled, and was about to turn back to the room to get the cloak, but was suddenly stopped by another person. He turned around and looked at the portrait on the wall with some surprise.

Mild came back, and sat listlessly in front of his desk, fingering the cover that was gathering dust with restless fingers, but didn't intend to open them.

"I thought you'd be back in two days," Nord said.

"Oh...yes, that was the original plan." Whitebeard gave the boy a reproachful look, which made Nord feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and seemed to want to sort out his words, but after waiting for a while, he finally Resignedly said: "Give up, she doesn't belong to you."

Before Nord could speak, Mild quickly added: "Don't be stupid, you know who I'm talking about."

The boy clenched and loosened his hands, and he let out a long breath, trying to make himself look a little more relaxed: "I know there is no result with the ghost."

Mild raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then couldn't help but smiled wryly: "You don't understand what I'm talking about at all." He shook his head, and tugged his white beard again: "If you're half as smart as that girl, maybe you're still alive." It's possible, but if you're that smart... probably you'd have known you were going to give up."

Nord said dissatisfied: "What do you mean? Isn't it because she is a ghost?"

Mild rolled his eyes helplessly: "...If you are half as smart as Sophia, that's fine, now Slytherin is recruiting someone..."

"Then tell me why?" Nord frowned: "I just wanted to ask, what did you do to her? Why didn't she remember anything when she came out?"

"I don't have the ability to change her memory." The old man shook his head again, almost making Nord think that he has no cure: "Forget it, I won't be able to explain it to you in a while."

"Let's make a long story short," Nord said eagerly while responding to the urging voice downstairs: "Or wait until I come back."

The old man pouted, and Nord ran downstairs helplessly.

Mild just stood up and stretched his waist: "If you don't belong to you, you don't belong to you. Alas...not listening to persuasion is a unique benefit of being young..." He walked into the darkness again as he said.

When Nord hurriedly put on the cloak, Allen was already a little impatient: "If you don't hurry up, the rain will stop."

Nord turned his head and glanced at the flowers on the window sill, and retorted: "At least half an hour."

"This flower can only be seen when it rains?" The ghost asked Anne who was holding a basket of tools, and the other party answered her question in the affirmative.

"We have to hurry up." Annie handed the basket to Ian, and then opened the door.The howling cold wind didn't seem to take the opportunity to rush into the house at all. Daiyu secretly looked at the two boys. They didn't seem to be bothered by the cold.

Mr. Nord did not participate in their activities, and the four of them went out quickly. When they walked around the beech tree, Daiyu seemed to see a small creature jumping back and forth on it.

Bowtruckle, she thought firmly, and then wondered why she could identify such a strange word.Ian seemed to notice her gaze and actively explained to her that it was a Bowtruckle.

bingo.

Daiyu nodded silently, hiding her surprise.

Probably learned about it in her forgotten memory... It would be great if she could remember.

But she abandoned this emotion in a short while. Mrs. Anne melted the snow with her magic wand, and the two children walked smoothly all the way. When they stopped, Daiyu noticed the whole piece of rippling snow in front of them. Light blue, swaying back and forth in the rain, like floating clouds.

To be honest, they are less like flowers, more like some kind of living creatures. Nord took out a tool like a fishing net, and Allen explained next to her: "This flower can only be fished in this way. The bloats are especially helpful and mum loves them."

Daiyu nodded, watching the boy and his mother quickly spread the net around, and the seemingly impalpable cloud slowly floated from the net to the net like mist, and then the two quickly put the net together in a tacit understanding. Pulling it apart, what surprised her was that the light blue colors immediately scattered on the net surface, turning into huge flowers with broken branches.

"The harvest is good." Annie looked at the flowers at the bottom of the net with satisfaction, and glanced at her son approvingly.

Allen happily went up to pick up a few of these translucent flowers. He first took one to the girl and said it was his favorite floral fragrance, then ran to the basket and took one of those flowers. Put it in carefully.

The girl took the strange flower and smelled it lightly, but there was no smell.

She chuckled again, stepped forward and carefully put the flowers into the basket.

If the treasures are not collected, the bones will be covered with a pure land.

These words broke into her mind for no reason.

But then she continued with the work at hand, as if nothing had happened.The boy who had been looking at her quietly, finally turned his eyes unnaturally under the mother's nonchalant smile.