The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

After Chen Yici finished dancing, he planned to visit his own field.

He discovered that this country was not without food, but that there were no people growing food.

This country has soil, abundant water, and a suitable environment.

When he came here a few days ago, he brought food seeds in the package. He planted the seeds in the back garden here a few days ago, and planned to water and fertilize today.

But when he walked into the garden, he was shocked by what he saw.

I saw that the corn seeds that had been buried just a few days ago had already sprouted a small green sprout in just two or three days.

What kind of growth rate is this against the sky?

He approached, squatted down to take a closer look, and found that the buds buried in the soil were sprouting out at a very slow speed.

Chen Yici: ...

For the first time, he saw a food crop growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

He grabbed a handful of soil on the ground and rubbed it carefully.

The soil is fine and soft, more like pearl powder than soil.

Although the weather here is good and bad, and it is often convulsed according to Zuo Zhu's mood, the vegetation is dense, diverse and tenacious.

Could it be the soil?

Chen Yici thought for a while, took a bottle, put a few handfuls of soil in it, and simply sowed the rest of the seeds.

Two or three hours after sowing all the seeds, he left the garden and went to cook again.

He cooked mung bean soup for everyone, as an artifact to cool off the summer heat, this kind of thing is deeply loved by everyone,

Although the first time I met everyone was like his mother, his brother and his grandfather, holding their noses before drinking the soup.

But the second time, it was robbed in just a few seconds.

After that, everyone who practiced dancing every day waited for his soup every day, eager to see through.

In addition, he is also responsible for cooking for everyone.

The weather has been cloudy and rainy for the past few days. Everyone's dance practice has been affected and they are not in a good mood. The more limited the state, the only hope every day is Chen Yici's sweet mung bean soup.

Chen Yici discovered that mung bean soup could relieve everyone's depression, so he immediately made it in the same way, and he didn't care about being too tired from dancing, so he went to the kitchen to make big pot dishes for everyone after dancing every day.

Everyone who had been in the gloomy weather had new hope, and the atmosphere in the dance practice room gradually improved. Although Chen Yici was tired from doing the work, he was happy in his heart.

Not only that, but every day after cooking, he had to climb two mountains and walk for several hours to send Zuo Zhu there.

As usual, there was no one in the hall. He put down the soup and planned to leave, but when he turned around, he found a frozen onion seedling.

He delivered meals to Zuo Zhu several times, secretly observing, and found that Zuo Zhu would pick up and eat the chopped green onions floating on the soup little by little every time.

Although I don't know why I like to eat green onions, but Chen Yici thinks this habit is quite cute.

Simply onion is also easy to feed, he took a small flowerpot from home, planted a few onion seedlings and gave it to Zuo Zhu.

He bent down to look at the onion seedlings. There were no weeds around the onion seedlings, and there was not even a little soil on the onion body. It could be seen that the person who raised it took good care of it.

but……

Chen Yici held a corner of the garlic seedling, and the entire flowerpot was lifted up.

The garlic sprouts connected to the flower pot have been condensed into a complete block of ice, and the limp garlic sprouts inside have been frozen to death.

The entire hall was extremely cold, he carried the frozen garlic sprouts in his arms, and then walked towards the hall.

The ice in his arms slowly melted, and the garlic sprouts limply drooped on Chen Yici's arms.

Chen Yici couldn't find the exit and entrance of this hall, he followed the traces covered by ice and snow, and followed where the snow was thickest.

At the end, the snow was almost up to the knees, but it was still empty.

The bamboo in the forest is covered with ice and snow, and the sky and the earth are white, desolate and lonely.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past Chen Yici's ears, and then the snow on the bamboo leaves trembled, withered and fell down one after another.

Chen Yici turned around as if sensing something.

Everything is silent, and there is a haze of whiteness.

The wind was still whistling, the sound of falling snow became more intense, and it was freezing cold all around, only Chen Yici and the young seedling lying quietly in his arms maintained the original temperature.

The mung bean soup placed on the stone was also quiet, and the noodles in the soup did not have the slightest ripple due to the gust of wind.

Chen Yici's eyes fell on the soup, and suddenly, he stretched out his hands, feeling the wind blowing past his fingertips.

Chen Yici withdrew his hand, as if he had discovered something, he happily shouted into the air:

"I brought you mung bean soup, drink it while it's hot."

The moment Chen Yici finished speaking, the sound of rustling snow suddenly stopped, and the surrounding air became still.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yici suddenly felt a little dizzy in his head and a little weak in his legs. When he closed his eyes for two seconds and opened them again, he saw Zuo Zhu in white clothes standing in front of him.

Chen Yici happily put down the Miaomiao that he was holding, picked up the mung bean soup and handed it to Zuo Zhu:

"I see that you really like to drink, so I will make you some more."

Although Chen Yici didn't see anyone every time he came, he could always see a clean empty bowl and chopsticks quietly placed on the table.

Although the two did not meet each other, they maintained a silent understanding with each other.

Chen Yici was filling soup for Zuo Zhu while curiously saying:

"By the way, what have you been doing these days? You're not here every time I come to see you."

Zuo Zhu took the soup, picked up the spoon and drank it, but didn't reply.

Chen Yici has long been used to Zuo Zhu's silence, so he continued:

"You can actually turn into wind, it's amazing."

Zuo Zhu put down the bowl and asked lightly:

"How did you recognize it?"

Chen Yici touched the edge of the bowl and found it was a bit hot, so he took it and blew on it:

"There is a fragrance in the wind."

Every time he approached Zuo Zhu, the cold fragrance would seem to come out.

And there was a faint fragrance in the wind just now, exactly the same as the fragrance on Zuo Zhu's body.

It's unbelievable, but that's the only way to explain it.

Zuo Zhu turned into wind, always by his side, blowing past his ears.

"Besides, with such a strong wind, the soup bowl should have been blown away long ago, but there is not even a ripple on the soup surface, you must have avoided it on purpose."

Zuo Zhu looked at him, nodded his head in a rare way, and suddenly said:

"How is the preparation for the preliminary program?"

Chen Yici didn't tell anyone about his participation in the show, and naturally he didn't tell Zuo Zhu either, but he's already used to it.

Whether it is the affairs of this world or the present world, there seems to be nothing that Zuo Zhu does not know.

It's been almost two weeks since I crossed the book this time, and when I heard Zuo Zhu mentioning the competition again, Chen Yici actually felt as if he had passed away:

"not bad."

Chen Yici is really confident. After these few days of practice, he will no longer lose his footing when turning in circles.

This is simply great progress.

He plans to go back and practice again, trying not to get stuck when performing on stage.

Stirring the mung beans in the soup one by one from the left, the mung beans look green and plump.

When Chen Yici came here, he didn't bring many beans. He cooked soup for everyone every day, and a big bag was almost empty. For the sake of sustainable development, he put less beans, and only a few beans in each person's bowl.

But the one for Zuo Zhui was cooked separately. He put a lot of it on his own and sprinkled a lot of sugar. The mung bean soup was sweet and fragrant.

Zuo Zhu said mercilessly:

"Your body is uncoordinated, and your basic skills are completely inadequate."

"Dancing well is basically impossible for you."

Chen Yici was a little depressed. The confidence he had just built up these days seemed to be extinguished, and he said listlessly:

"Oh, I know, I didn't have much talent..."

Zuo Zhu didn't deny it, he lightly stirred the soup bowl, and said:

"You can retire."

Chen Yici picked up the branch and scribbled circles on the ground, as if his mood was disturbed by a stick, somewhat chaotic and somewhat complicated.

He hadn't had any professional training, let alone any talent, and it was good enough to turn around without turning himself dizzy.

So as Zuo Zhu said, he is really not suitable for singing and dancing.

But somehow, the utterance becomes:

"I want to try."

He wants to try even if he can't dance well.

Neither of them spoke, and silence spread between them.

After a long time, Chen Yici felt a little uncomfortable being suppressed, and felt that the atmosphere was a little stiff, when he just wanted to pick up a topic and speak.

Zuo Zhu put down the bowl suddenly, and said softly:

"Come over tomorrow afternoon, I'll wait for you here."