[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Abby feels very nervous now.

Very nervous!

Just 3 minutes ago, she swung her little stick and cast a Levitation Charm on a heavy cardboard box that needed to be moved into its new home.

But before she could enjoy the convenience brought by magic to her life, she bumped into a man at the corner of the stairs.

She muttered "sorry" reflexively, but then realized that wasn't the point.She removed the floating spell as soon as she could react, and as soon as the wooden stick was retracted, the heavy objects in the box fell down with a "clank"——

Abby closed her eyes tightly.

Three seconds later, the fluttering eyelashes calmed down, and she slightly raised one eyelid——

The heavy cardboard box didn't hit anyone's instep, instead, it was held in the palm of the man she just bumped into.

He only used one hand, holding the cardboard box with ease.

It's like magic without a wand!

Abby felt she should be ashamed - because the first thing she noticed was the man's tense muscles -

Fortunately, this thought didn't last too long. Her head felt like a big clock hit her head, and the tension couldn't go away.

Bless Merlin, did he see the cardboard boxes and sticks floating up just now?

Abby yelled "It's not good" in her heart, and tucked her robe in panic.

"Hold on."

But the Muggle man didn't seem to notice anything, and when he handed over the cardboard box with both hands, Abby blurted out "sorry" again.

Following the man's tight arm muscles, Abby sneaked up her eyes, and saw the man's face as she wished.

How to put it, it is as perfect as the sound!

It looks like a classical sculpture from the Homeric period.

Finding her looking at him, the man smiled, and his smile was impeccably standard, not far behind those darlings in front of the Hollywood cameras.

Abby blushed and hugged the box a little tighter.

She felt a little uncomfortable, this posture was awkward to say, the cardboard box squeezed her chest——

In order to get out of the embarrassment as soon as possible, she took a deep breath and tried to run upstairs.

But it was obvious that she overestimated her ability. With those thin arms and legs, it was difficult for her to even hug the box, let alone go up to the fifth floor in one breath.

As a result of being brave, her soles slipped, and her whole figure was like being grabbed by the neck by a monster, and she leaned back——

"what!"

She screamed shortly, and her off-balance body was caught by the man.

Now that the pose is more subtle, two people can go to the dance party in no time.Abby popped herself out of the man's firm embrace, not only her face, but her neck turned pink.

"sor—"

"No, don't."

When Abby's third "sorry" was about to burst out of her mouth, the man stopped her.He tapped his forehead with two fingers, feeling a little helpless.

Abby looked at him in bewilderment, and he held out his hand to Abby.

"Give me a chance to help you, ma'am."

……

"You're welcome to move here, neighbor."

Steve let out enthusiasm.Just now, when he was helping the girl carry the box, he made an unexpected discovery:

The girl lives next door to him.

"thank you, sir!"

She has a lovely British accent, and she speaks in a wail, as if she had a piece of candy in her mouth.

Steve couldn't help but say a few more words to her: "Call me Steve, are you from England?"

The girl answered "yes" sweetly, she turned her head a little, and the white scarf was lifted up to cover the tip of her nose.She wrinkled her nose again and pushed the scarf off, like a Samoyed who had fallen into a snow trap and was eager to break free.

"I'm... Abigail Scamander." She rolled her eyes up quickly and added in a low voice, "—you can call me Abby."

It is reasonable to say that it is not appropriate for an Englishman to introduce himself, but Abby feels that she should also do as the Romans do.

This is the first time she has asked a stranger to call her by her own name on her own initiative!

"I remember, Abby."

The man who had helped her laughed again, and Abby thought it was so shiny, and her heart suddenly felt hot.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

She tugged at the plush pom on her scarf and nervously extended the invitation.

……

Steve sits on the couch in Abby's new home.

It's a weird turn of events - but if you could go back in time, Captain America would still choose to agree.

Who would refuse such a pair of eyes?

Compared to a British lady, the new neighbor looks more like an American sweet girl, with pure blonde hair and blue eyes, and the street gangsters are sure to be full of dirty thoughts when they see her.

Of course, the upright Captain America wouldn't have dirty thoughts, otherwise he wouldn't stick one-third of his butt on the sofa, listening to the ping-pong-pong in the kitchen a little stiffly.

It's just a cup of tea, does it need such a big movement...?

He forced his quadruple senses to be used in other places, such as the living room.Abby is a new resident, and the place has not been tidied up, so the house looks messy; but the strange thing is that there are plants everywhere, swaying in the wind, as if they are breathing.

Steve suspected that he might be too busy with work—otherwise, why would he vaguely feel that the plants in the room were too active?

The windows were half opened for ventilation.The winter wind poured in fiercely, and the plants facing the window sill shivered from the cold.

The branches trembled, and a group of leaves fell.

Steve: "..."

He stood up.With a step on the two long legs, the window was closed tightly.

The shriveled leaves stretch out, and the room slowly returns to warmth.

Just as Abby came out of the kitchen, Steve turned his head and was startled by the tray she was holding.

He originally thought he was just coming in for a glass of water, but it took less than 5 minutes; who knew that the British hospitality tea was so exquisite!

A layer of lace cushions was spread on the tray, a teapot and two small teacups were placed. The cups were covered with strange flower designs, and the tea soup was bright in color.

"It just so happens to be tea time."

Abby put the tray on the small table, looked around, and blushed belatedly.

"I'm sorry to let you see such a mess..." Her words got stuck in the middle, and her eyes suddenly widened, "Please drink first! I seem to have something to deal with—"

She smiled guiltily at Steve and pushed the teacup towards him while she hurried to the bedroom.

Steve picked up the cup of afternoon tea and couldn't help but prick up his ears.

There was a lot of movement in the bedroom, and "stop..." and "quiet..." could be vaguely heard.

Maybe her pets didn't adjust well to their new surroundings.

But obviously Abby's persuasion didn't have the desired effect, and the movement in the bedroom became louder and louder, as big as an earthquake.

Even the house was shaking faintly!

Jesus, did she keep a prehistoric dinosaur in her room?

Steve realized he couldn't stand by and watch as the dust from the ceiling fell into the teacup.

He put the teacups on the tray and carefully covered them with paper towels.

But the body stood up, and the footsteps approached the bedroom door step by step.

"Abby? Are you okay?"

There was an even worse movement behind the door, which sounded like Abby was trying to pin a cow to the ground.She responded calmly:

"I'm okay--"

Her footsteps were pounding, going around from one end to the other, and Steve was fussing over her.

He thought about it left and right and couldn't feel at ease, so he put his hand on the doorknob involuntarily.

"If you need my help, I can..."

"No, no, no, no—" Her original tender voice was distorted, with a look of panic in her mouth, "I'm fine, I'm fine, you don't need to come in—"

Steve felt the door panel shake slightly.She leaned her whole body against the door without leaving any gaps.

However, the creature in the room, no matter whether it is a cow or a dinosaur, has not been subdued. Steve can hear it still scurrying around in the small space, and the noise is up and down, and Abby's voice is also up and down.

At first she yelled, "Stop! Don't move any more!", but when she saw the ground shake and the mountains shake, she almost cried out of fright, and her voice leaked choking.

"Don't, don't—"

The righteous Captain America can't listen anymore.

He took a long breath, controlled his strength and slammed sideways, Abby screamed, and the door was easily knocked open by him.

He was used to the scene inside the door, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

A cow indeed, a cow—

No, it's not a pet, it's clearly a plant!

The huge square flowerpot could not contain it for a long time, it is too big, the root system is straight into the soil, and the buds in the shape of a cow's head are showing their teeth and claws.

Abby fell to the floor and sobbed loudly.

Out of an instinctive reaction, Steve rushed forward, he hugged Abby, and rolled her flexibly to the side——

At the moment when he was about to let go of the girl, Milk Cowflower seemed to be waiting for this opportunity, its head suddenly lowered, its mouth opened wide, the mouth was more than ten times wider than before!

It changed so fast that Captain America's head went blank for a moment.

Then he watched helplessly as the cow's sparse teeth magnified in front of him, and then magnified again, revealing the glowing red mouth.

The line of sight is suddenly dark.

He was swallowed by this wild cow flower.

Abby's knees softened, and she stood there stupidly.

After a while, she burst into tears, tears crackling like peas.She wailed earth-shatteringly, beating the giant flower's head desperately:

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai

Milk Cowflower shook her head and burped.

The author has something to say:

Taken from sim4 (The Sims 4), the bull head shakes the tree, cancels the cake setting, and only borrows some features.

Steve Rogers, Abby's new friend, died at the age of 95 after being shaken by a bull's head on the first day of his visit.

If there is a big baby who wants to read it, it will be released in advance. At the end of the term, there are a lot of papers flying, and it may not be possible to keep the daily update...

This article is probably the story of a Samoyed and a golden retriever. There is no plot, and the length is not very long. Everything serves the target audience.I hope you all enjoyed your meal.