[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Meebu Meebo Juice, Sunshine Orchid, Jumping Toadstool Powder, Dried Nettle and Crossroot of Mandrake.

—and hellebore syrup.

Everything is ready to work, exactly.

Abby set the cauldron on.The grinding and boiling steps are carried out methodically.The Hellebore syrup is added in the penultimate step, stirring counterclockwise for 3 minutes.

The last step is to mix and stir three times.This time she behaved well and didn't add anything.Not to mention half a stick, not even half a peppermint.

Abby held her breath, watching the potion in the pot slowly precipitate a lilac purple.

Finally, it was a real and complete success.Having worked so hard to reach this point, Abby was not excited, but solemn and calm instead.She looked at the small purple bottle that came out, and drank it without hesitation.

The taste is completely different from the soul exchange potion I made when I failed. It is dreamy and sweet, like eating a mouthful of fruit candy, and it explodes suddenly as soon as it enters the mouth, and the eyes are full of light and colorful colors.There was a kind of joy rushing from her mouth to her brain, which made her feel so happy that she almost wanted to take off.

Abby closed her eyes.

The bright yellow, blue, and purple in front of my eyes are all slowly fading.She looked for the face of the red-haired boy from her memory, with a few small freckles on the bridge of the nose.

"Fred..."

She murmured, like a little girl wishing on a match.

The match was struck lightly, and Merlin heard her wish.The pages rattled, as if someone was flipping through them quickly.There was a change in the air.

If Abby opened her eyes at this moment, she would see a very interesting and surprising sight: a cloud of milky white mist rose from the ground and drifted to the floor.The fog settled down, it was slowly taking shape, as if something was pulling it out, a big boy stepped out of the cocoon-shaped fog, looking at his hands and feet over and over in surprise.

The fog cleared, leaving only the red-haired boy standing there.

"Oh... hey."

His voice is very soft, and his vocal cords seem to be sticking out of a cloud of fog.When the wind blows, it will disperse.

As soon as she heard the familiar voice, Abby opened her eyes almost instantly.

Then tears also flowed down at this moment.

She looked at the boy with long arms and legs and dressed in casual clothes. His tears were like a broken faucet, which could not be turned off, and splashed small splashes on the floor.

"F, Fred—"

She was out of breath.

"Hey, it's my bunny!" Fred was still smiling, but when he saw her crying out of breath, he was in a hurry, he habitually touched his pocket, but quickly pulled his hand out again, "Oh... I forgot No more candy canes in my pocket."

He shrugged helplessly.After hearing this, Abby cried even louder, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"Okay, you teary bag! Is it true that you plan to spend the rest of the time like this?" Fred whispered affectionately, "You made my nose sore from crying, like I have a cold."

Abby wiped her tears with her sleeve desperately, trying to hold back the hiccups and sobs.

She gradually stopped crying.Fred wanted to make her smile again: "Honestly, this is amazing! I see myself as an ugly pearly white every day, but when I stand in front of you, I feel like I have been repainted."

He squeezed his eyes.Is it a delusion by the bright and great Freddie?He felt she was going to cry again.

Abby pursed her lips and held back her tears.She began to explain to him what the potion did, and Fred listened patiently.

"It must be hard to do, your Potions grade is so bad, you must have suffered a lot to do it." Fred sighed, "I have been through so many jungles and secret passages, but I have never been in the library. You have learned such a strange potion, you little cunning."

"Little Slick" kept silent about the hard work of getting the formula together, and she still spoke with a strong nasal voice, slurring her words: "As long as I can see you, of course it's worth it."

She seldom said such obvious things, and this shy English girl always had a habit of hiding half of what she said.Fred froze in a rare way, with a soft smile.

He seemed to want to step forward and give her a hug, but he held back when he moved his fuzzy fingers.

"You are a big girl." Fred stretched out his hand to compare, "You were not as tall as my waist back then, three inches."

Fred used to exaggerate!Abby retorted a little resentfully: "Of course I'm your waist height, I'll be able to touch your shoulders in no time—"

There was a pause in her voice, and Fred was still grinning at her.Back then, Abby's stature was less than half of his arm, but now he can reach his shoulder with his shoes on.

He is like an immovable benchmark, time froze at the moment of his death, from then on only the people around him grow old and ugly, and he is still a young man who laughs like the wind.

Fred took the initiative to change the subject and asked about his family.When he heard that their joke shop had finally become objectively scaled and even made a lot of money every day, his mouth grew into a round "o" shape.

"ooooohyes! This is really, really good, it doesn't get any better than this."

But when he heard the news that "Ginny and Harry are about to get married", the corners of his mouth collapsed again: "Well, well, that kid... is actually pretty good, the savior Harry..."

Abby can fully understand the awkwardness in being a younger sister who is getting married, even if it is their favorite Harry Potter.Thinking of this, she felt sad again because she couldn't bring Fred to the Weasleys.

But Fred quickly recovered his mood: "World peace, everyone is living a good life, what more can I ask for?" He seemed very mature, "It's you, little rabbit..."

He stared at her for a long time with the eyes of a big brother.Those gazes were warm and deep, as if there were thousands of words to say, but they didn't know where to start.

Suddenly his body seemed to be hooked by something, and the chain grabbed his throat, causing him to fly forward unconsciously and out of the window.

"Oh no...it's time."

"No no no! Wait, wait—" Abby tried to catch him in a panic, but he flew away so fast, like a dandelion, that his trousers and ankles were gradually congealing to a pearly white.

Gritting her teeth, Abby ran out of the room, opened the door, and the door slammed back with an earth-shattering bang.

She didn't have time to worry about it anymore, she took two steps at a time, almost jumping down the stairs.

Running from the corridor to the street, Abby saw Fred, who had turned completely white, with his face and hair.

He flew very fast, as if he was being pulled by something somewhere.

It started snowing again today.Abby staggered and ran through the swirling snow.

"Stop! Stop—"

She yelled and hissed vigorously, while running, inhaling a lot of snow in her mouth.They melted unkindly in her throat, setting off a flurry of coughing; but the lungs were hot, like a broken bellows overwhelmed, and made her breathe heavily like a dying patient.

He ran so fast that his entire chest almost burst.But still unable to catch up with him, Abby could only yell "wait a minute" in vain, her voice completely swept away by the howling cold wind.All that was left was a racing heartbeat and whimpering.

Abby didn't realize that she had already burst into tears until the teardrops ran across her dry cheeks and aroused a painful stimulation in the cold.

There had been fresh snow on the ground, mixed with rain, and the snow trails were wet, thick and dirty.Abby slipped and fell to the ground with weak legs and feet, and her knees collided with muffled sounds.

Almost straight forward.She wanted to get up quickly, but her body was frozen, only her knees were painful.Abby worked hard for a while, then suddenly lost her breath, and knelt down on the spot in a daze.

It was so cold that every word she yelled was like swallowing a knife: "Don't go—Fred! I don't blame you for giving me fat tongue taffy. As long as you come back, I, I can Eat! Come back, please——!”

In the overwhelming snow scene, Fred turned his head with difficulty.

Listen to what this silly girl is saying.Such a glamorous and pretty girl, if she has a long, fat tongue, she is not afraid of being laughed at by others.

He originally wanted to persuade her to find a reliable partner, have a good relationship, and then get married, otherwise she would be a fool all day long, happily helping count the money when she was sold.

It's a pity that time is running out, and even his handsome face, together with his handsome red hair, has turned milky white again.

This color is too boring, as boring as snow.Fred squinted his eyes, looked through the wind and snow, and saw the girl kneeling on the ground.She looked really embarrassed, and his knee fell with such a loud sound that his long-dead heart began to ache for her.

She was still crying loudly without any scruples. Almost all passers-by on the street were looking at this inexplicable girl. No one knew why she was crying, and no one knew why she was talking to herself in the air.

However, amid the falling snow particles, Fred vaguely saw, at some point, there was a person standing behind Abby.It seems to have stood there for a long time, like a weathered statue.

He has blond hair, blue eyes, and is tall and handsome.

He is also holding a red umbrella.That color is really eye-catching, and it makes people feel warm in their hearts.He squatted down and tilted the umbrella, and the girl was tightly wrapped, so that she would no longer be attacked by the wind and snow.

His gaze, too, pierced through the snow and fell sharply and straight on to Fred.As if he could actually see him.

Brilliant, a cool guardian knight.Looks like she's going to fall in love right away, doesn't she?

Fred shook his head and suddenly laughed.

"Have a nice day, bunny. Wait, wait, correction: have a nice day."

He muttered to himself, pulled the corners of his mouth apart with his fingers, and grinned in an exaggerated, laughing arc, but he didn't have time to speculate whether she saw clearly.

A winter wind swept through, and he disappeared.

……

When Abby was carried home by Steve, she was still crying.His teeth bit his pale lips, sobbing.

When he pulled her up, she was like a repeater soaked in water, repeatedly saying "it's okay, I'll go by myself"; but after a while, she burst into tears again, as if her soul returned to her body again Indistinctly said "knee hurts".

In the end it was on his back.

This time he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​being charming, but just kept his steps as steady and light as possible.There was a "creak" sound when the feet stepped on the snow, and the person on the back was as quiet as a ball of weightless cotton except for the intermittent and rapid breathing.

……

When he got home, he put her down, let her sit on the head of the bed, and went to the next door to get the medical kit.

Her knee was bruised from the fall.

When Steve brought the medicine box over, he saw that she had stopped crying and was just sitting with her head bowed, motionless.

She will follow him whatever he does, very obedient.He pressed her thigh, carefully rolled up the wet trousers, and his eyes fell on her knees.Her skin was pale, and the scratches on her face were shocking.

He pursed his lips and unscrewed the saline bottle to clean her wound; Abby said nothing.Then apply iodophor, and finally wrap it properly with gauze.

Abby let him fiddle with her, her head kept down, unable to see her expression clearly.Steve was almost kneeling between her legs. After he packed up the medicine bottle and gauze again, he pushed aside the cover of the long blond hair, leaned his face up from below, and got closer to hers.

The bridge of his nose was too high and straight, and it easily touched her chin, feeling a bit cool, like a golden retriever arching a fistful of freshly melted snow.

He said almost breathlessly, "Look at me."

This angle made it impossible to avoid, Abby covered her eyes that suddenly burst out of water, she turned her head away instinctively, whimpering:

"I don't want to look at you, and you, don't look at me either..."

Now she is like a snail that has lost its shell, looking for nests and cracks everywhere, just wanting to hide herself tightly.It was so embarrassing and uncomfortable, his throat was burning badly, and I was afraid that if he didn't tilt his head, tears would fall on his face.

But he touched her cheek with his fingers, and repeated forcefully: "Look at me."

Abby's vision was blurred and she trembled at everything.Her palm was taken off, and she couldn't hold back the constant warmth; however, his fingertips patiently wiped the corners of her eyes, repeatedly, until the moisture was completely wiped off.

She saw him at last.His expression was more serious than usual, and there was a thin shadow between his brows.

Abby's pupils trembled slightly, and she instinctively wanted to raise her palm again, but she restrained herself, curling her fingers into a ball.

Seeing her move, Steve's expression slowly softened.His hand slid down from the corners of her reddened eyes, and pinched her soft cheeks.It took a second before she let out a slow "ah".

Although his expression softened, the man's words were still firm.Not only unreasonable, but even shocking:

"You look at me—I like you."

"..."

Straightforward, bitter.His confession was like a knife, cutting off all her tears.

Abby's whole body was numb, and she hadn't realized what he said.

He knelt between her legs, held her cheeks with both hands, and said softly:

"I'm very happy that you put the flowers I gave you in a glass bottle."

As soon as he entered the room, he saw that the iris was placed in the bottle with great care, blooming delicately and beautifully.

But this is far from enough.

"I don't know why you are sad, but I want to hear you, I want to hear you tell me. I want to know everything about you."

"I don't like that you call me mom, I don't like that you only treat me as a friend who can share snacks, and I don't like that you ruin your body at will."

"It doesn't matter if you think I'm just taking advantage of the situation, or if I'm just burdening you. I want to exercise my right as a boyfriend as soon as possible."

He didn't want her to fall alone, and he didn't want to watch helplessly.Every time I saw her cry, my heart ached like a huge wave, almost dragging him into the bottom of the sea.

His hands slid down and rested on the mattress, sinking deeply.Pushing her body away from her knees forcefully, she raised her head and looked up; her tone was soft and solemn:

"I hope...to hear your reply as soon as possible."

Abby hiccupped in a daze, seeing his pale golden head drooping down again, almost reverently at the wound on her knee——

kissed.