dognovel Chapter 664 Yan Ling
Chapter 664 Yan Ling
[Year 8]
[This year, 037 often came to your cabin, bringing food from somewhere and staring at you with innocent eyes. You were always able to recreate the delicacies of Blue Star with the food she brought.]
[037 is also very curious about how you can do everything. You just told her that when a person is extremely lonely, he can do anything.]
At first, 037 was just used to climbing into the kitchen through the window, but what made An Ming even more headache was that this Saint Lady had absolutely no concept of time.
An Ming always slept lightly at Shuangyuexing. When he was awakened by rustling sounds in the middle of the night, he would always see the girl squatting obediently in front of the bed when he opened his eyes.
Her long silver hair gleamed in the moonlight, and her eyes were expectant like a cat waiting to be fed.
"An Ming~"
The girl's clear and sweet voice was particularly distinct in the silent night, with a coquettish upturn at the end.
"I'm hungry."
An Ming: “…”
...
...
"Here."
An Ming threw a small object to 037, and the girl subconsciously caught it with both hands. The cold touch startled her slightly.
"This is...?"
037 took the somewhat cold little object with both hands, with some incomprehensible emotions in his eyes.
"The key," An Ming walked to the door and pointed at the keyhole, "You can come anytime you want in the future."
037's fingertips gently stroked the key, and a slight ripple appeared in her eyes that were always full of blankness. She suddenly raised her head and said tentatively, "Aren't you afraid that I...will do something?"
"I am just an ordinary person. I should have done whatever Saint Lady wants to do long ago."
An Ming didn't take it to heart. He just breathed a sigh of relief for his own vegetable garden. Although it was good that the Saint plowed the land herself with high heels, it was really unnecessary.
037 pursed her lips and her eyes trembled slightly, but she soon smiled, "Okay, that's what you said," she made an evil expression, like a big devil who wanted to capture him into the holy city.
The girl held the key tightly in her palm. The edges of the key dug into her palm, causing a slight pain.
This is the first time that I have been truly accepted by others.
"Speaking of which, have you become more expressive recently?"
An Ming picked up an egg. 037's eyes lit up when he saw it and he followed him. He pouted and said, "Really? I don't think there's any change."
But there do seem to be some changes... Before, she had to search her "memory" for a long time to find an expression that suits her mood, but now she sometimes just smiles.
She didn't know the reason, but she always felt comfortable with An Ming. She no longer had to endure those eyes that looked at her like an object. Here, she was no longer a saint, but just an ordinary person.
It would be nice if I could be an ordinary person.
037 took the egg from An Ming, his face tense, staring at the egg in his palm as if facing a great enemy, "If you want to beat the egg, you need to concentrate your strength a little bit...right?"
The girl turned her head to ask for the steps, only to see An Ming, who had moved five meters away, with some black lines on his head.
"Believe in yourself!" An Ming raised his thumb from afar, his face full of encouragement and an undisguised desire to survive.
037Take a deep breath, hold your breath, concentrate and focus on one thing to reach the pinnacle.
"Click"
The egg did crack.
She tentatively touched the miserable egg corpse at the bottom of the pot with her chopsticks, thinking it should be fine.
Twenty minutes later.
An Ming sat at the dining table, his back straight, staring at the charred, unidentified object on the plate in silence for a full minute.
"So, why do you want me to eat the fried eggs you made?"
037's eyes shifted guiltily towards the ceiling, "You usually cook, let me reward you this time." The slightly red tips of the ears could be vaguely seen between the long silver hair.
Looking at the burnt fried eggs on the plate, An Ming plucked up the courage to pick up a piece of egg with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, with a crunchy sound in his mouth.
Well, it's eggshells.
"You've prepared well, and you've taken into account calcium intake in addition to food for the first time cooking," An Ming chewed with a stiff expression, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and gave a reliable evaluation.
The girl wondered with some suspicion, is it really that bad? Unconvinced, she also took a bite, and the next second she turned around and ran to the toilet.
Well, it’s definitely not something that humans can eat.
After returning, 037 hung her head and whispered, "The steps are obviously the same..." She didn't understand why it turned out like this.
"Practice makes perfect, it's okay."
An Ming poured the remaining charred objects on the plate into the trash can, and subconsciously rubbed the top of her head when he turned around.
Soon the familiar sounds of cooking could be heard from the kitchen again. When the two finally finished their lunch, the blue moon outside the window was about to set. According to Blue Star time, it was probably almost dusk.
"The previous story has not yet been finished."
037 He held the teacup in both hands and handed it to An Ming, his eyes shining as if filled with stars.
"Where were we talking about... Oh yeah, the boy kept repeating 'Don't die' to her as she continued to sink to the bottom of the sea, and the severely injured girl actually recovered from her injuries."
"But the boy did not tell anyone that he was the one who did it. Instead, he faced the terrifying dragon alone, at the cost of burning a quarter of his life..."
An Ming's voice was very gentle as he told the story from his memory.
037 held his chin with both hands, his clear blue eyes unblinking, obviously listening attentively.
An Ming always knows a lot of interesting stories, stories that never appear in his "memory".
While listening to the story, she can temporarily forget the shackles of the saint, forget that she is just a container, and the memories that she must carry.
"The power to make it come true once you say it..."
037 turned over on the sofa, his long silver hair spreading out like flowing water, "What is that ability in the story?"
When An Ming first told her the story, he never thought that Miss Saint would be so fascinated by it.
"That is to condense the purest emotions into power," An Ming picked up the teacup and explained softly, "When strong emotions are transformed into words, even the laws of the world will change."
"And this kind of power is usually called the Word Spirit in stories."
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Perfect Sunny is just like this. I admit that this is just Aqing’s daily routine. She can easily finish a 4,000-word update in an instant (hands on hips).