[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

At eight o'clock on Sunday morning, Abby got up on time.

Originally on weekends, she would allow herself to sleep in bed instead of getting up early; but today is different.

She made an appointment with Steve, and the two of them would go to a plant exposition together.

Just two days ago, when Abby was a guest at Steve's house, after two of Steve's friends left, Steve invited her.

Abby still clearly remembers his solemn expression and tone at that time:

"Are you free this weekend? Let's go to the Plant Expo together."

He touched the bridge of his nose as he spoke.Steve was already good-looking, with long and thick eyelashes, and there were two blue shadows printed under the light.

His eyes are also beautiful, blue, like two glass balls.

Abby felt light and light all over, like eating ten Bubblegum bubblegum.

She even forgot how she answered, she must have been very embarrassed, her head almost fell off, and she just remembered a light voice: "Okay!"

Then Steve laughed.Like a relief.

The various plants in the plant exposition are Abby's favorites; the people who invite her to see plants are also Abby's favorites.

It doesn't get any better than this!

So Abby was very excited in the morning, brushing her teeth, washing her face, picking out clothes... she sat down at the dressing table, and even patiently braided herself a beautiful braid.

Finally taking care of herself, Abby looked around in the mirror.

At Hogwarts, in addition to reading textbooks, she also read some interesting extracurricular books.Among them are the recipes for beauty potions and beauty charms.

Abby isn't a particularly dressy girl, but she wanted to give it a go today.

Vaguely, following the instructions in the book, she clumsily cast a beauty spell on herself.Thank goodness it succeeded, and the warm magic power poured all the way from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

It's the same as a Disney princess who was enchanted by a fairy.

Abby looked in the mirror again and found that it seemed to be much brighter than before!

She was in a good mood, packed up her things, and went into the greenhouse before going out.This is already her daily habit, and it is almost unshakable.

Today's greenhouse is as calm and calm as usual-no wonder!

As soon as Abby stepped in, she almost screamed!

"stooo—p!" She strode forward to the cow shaking tree, its huge cow head made a very shy expression at the moment, the branches and vines were entangled with the small mandrake beside it, and Constantly rubbing... rubbing.

Abby immediately covered her eyes!

She felt very bad.The milk cow flower in their family, it may be... in heat.

Abby took the palm covering her eyes off her face—in fact, she didn’t know why she had such an inexplicable move just now—she circled around the cow flower and the mandrake, carefully persuading:

"T-let it go, okay? I thought you were friends."

The mandrake was strangled by it and screamed, its ugly face was full of anger ready to go.

The bull head shook the tree and was still intoxicated.Of course they are friends, otherwise why would he hug him!

But starting today, his best friend will become his dear sweetheart!

Abby swallowed her saliva: "But... it's about to be strangled to death by you."

The bull's head shook, the erected horse was startled, and the vines loosened.Abby rushed over and hugged its hot bull's head to prevent it from continuing to be aggressive.

This time I caught it, but the treatment was not so good.Abby held its big head and shook it up and down: "Be sober, you and the Mandrake will have no future!"

The cow lowered her head and glanced at the mandrake.The little devil-like face of the mandrake was still full of rage, and that expression broke its heart.

Milk Cowflower began to bark its teeth and claws, and twitched.

Although Abby was devastated just now, she felt uncomfortable seeing her aggrieved appearance. She quickly touched her head and helped her wipe away the huge teardrops that came out of nowhere.

She hadn't had a cow shake tree before, so she was inexperienced in this situation.But the bull's head shaking the tree is very precious and rare, where can she go to conjure a suitable object for it now?

Abby stared at her big head worryingly.Hesitantly asked: "Why don't we self-pollinate?"

She remembered that the pollination method of the cow head shaking tree is very special, whether it is self-flowering or cross-pollination is feasible.

Milk Cow Flower instantly shook her head like a rattle.

Merlin's boxer pants, even a cow shaking a tree needs to enjoy the right to love freely!

It's so wronged.

Abby felt distressed seeing it limp.She thought about it, and promised it: if she could see a suitable blind date at the plant fair, she would consider bringing it back to be a companion for the cow flower that was empty due to estrus.

The bull head shook the tree and was happy.

Abby didn't have the heart to tell it: it looks... special, and the possibility of finding a partner is really slim.

Not sure though.Abby's current mood is a bit similar to that of a mother who gave birth to an ugly child. Anyway, anyway, Muggle-raised plants are a bit silly, and it would be good to buy a pot for it to relieve boredom during the auction.

Speaking of the Plant Expo, Abby suddenly remembered the letter she received two days ago.

The "seven-percent sweet dream" formula that Neville mentioned in her letter before, she is still missing it.If it's a simple hellebore, it's fine, as golden hellebores are hard to find.

Although it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, always try when you have the opportunity.Maybe there will be a discovery at today's plant exposition.

Abby made up her mind and touched the probe ball planted in the southwest corner of the greenhouse.

Like their namesake, direction balls are goodies to help her find hellebores.

They were originally planted together with the freezer vines, but now several freezer vines have been cut by Abby to make boxes, leaving a lot of space in the pots.

The probing ball has gained more room for growth, and it can go up quickly.

They had been dark spots the size of small briquettes; now they were ripening and fading to a pale gold.

Abby put on dragonskin gloves and pulled the smallest one up, and it came out with no effort at all.The little ball struggled in the air, and the twisted roots were like a child's fidgeting feet.

After the whisker was cleaned, Abby placed it on top of her head.

The orienteer stretched out its "feet" very spiritually and hooked her hair tightly.The golden ball is buried in the hair, but it is not obvious.

Abby shook her head, but it didn't fall.But he was still worried, so he simply put a woolen beret on top of his head again, and now the probing ball was covered so that he couldn't see it at all.

She patted her cheeks and went out to the plant exposition on the outskirts of the city.

……

Steve was the first one to arrive.

It doesn't mean that Abby is late, but that he is too early.But he has always been a man of etiquette, and he can't do the thing of making girls wait.

He was wearing a baseball cap, the brim pulled down a bit.Before waiting for 2 minutes, I heard a familiar, honey-like voice coming from far and near:

"S-Steve—"

Captain America looked up.Then I froze.

He saw a light.

Don’t get me wrong, an old popsicle like Captain America can’t say nasty love words, and “a ball of light” is not a blurted compliment, but a statement of what he has seen.

He did, and saw a light trotting towards him.

... The [-]-year-old man, who had quadruple senses, couldn't help but close his eyes.

Getting closer, getting closer, it's still a ball of light...but the closer the distance, the lower the intensity of the light, and finally the face is revealed.

It's Abby, her whole body, not only her face, but also her neck, arms and legs, and even every strand of hair is shining, as if covered with a soft light filter, the whole person is shining so unscientific .

It looks like an elf character who jumped out of some comic book.

Resisting the urge to rub his eyes, Steve kept a steady smile, "Hi, Abby."

After ten seconds, I don't know whether it was because of adaptation or what, ignoring the effect of that layer of light, Steve was able to observe Abby more carefully.

She is wearing a white dress today, covered with a lilac knitted coat with balls of bunnies embroidered on it.The pearl brooch matches her gentle temperament, exuding round brilliance.

The same milky white beret suppresses the blond hair, her cheeks are flushed, her lips are more delicate than usual, they are fresh pink, like the strawberry jam that children love to eat.

Steve's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling.

"I'm not late, am I?"

Abby brakes in front of him.He straightened his hat and hair with his hands, and asked a little nervously.

She bit her lip with her teeth, and loosened again.The lower lip was moist; the chest jumped and heaved slightly because of the running just now.

...Damn it, two-thirds of the boys around here are looking at her.

He didn't want to catch people's eyes, but he just felt that these new century kids might have too little homework.He would be more than happy to record educational videos for the confinement rooms of major universities.

Steve's eyes were cold, but warm as spring when he looked at Abby.

He couldn't say what he felt in his heart, it was sweet and sour.Words of education are habitually blurted out:

"It's still winter, you'll catch cold if you dress like this."

He looked at her thin and straight calf with slight disapproval.It was only wrapped in thin white socks, the kind without the heels.

Abby said foolishly, "It's not cold." She excitedly showed Steve, "Look, there are actually two layers!"

Steve took a closer look, then suddenly crouched down.

Abby was scratching her head when she suddenly felt a warmth touch the bottom of her calf: it was his palm that gently encircled her ankle.

Large palms, thin ankles.Just such a close, the whole white part is completely covered.

The action lasted less than two seconds, and he let go quickly.As if confirming something, he stood up and smiled.

"It's really not cold."

"..."

Abby stared stiffly into his blue eyes, which shone brightly like a glass-enclosed sea.

She groaned, and suddenly her cheeks flushed red.

The author has something to say:

Stew, stinky rascal :)

Abby who used too many beauty spells...is blingbling.

There is a small copy of this exposition. PS It’s really not about looking for a partner for the cow head flower