[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

It was ten o'clock in the morning when Steve received Abby's text message.But when he got home, it was already brightly lit night.

"When is it convenient for me to give you the clothes?" :D

That's what the text message said.A grinning emoji was added at the back.

Steve replies "Pick it up when I get home from get off work" and sets out for the day.

Now, as he walked up the stairs, he sniffed the smoke from his collar and cuffs.

——It should not be very obvious to the senses of normal people.

But even so, he carefully dusted the hem and sleeves of his clothes.The closer he got to the door, the slower his steps became, and he even had the urge to comb his hair with the help of a mirror somewhere.

If Bucky was here, he'd have to laugh at him as "Brooklyn Coward."

What are you talking about?thought Captain America, smoothing a lock of slipped forehead hair back neatly.

Abby is just a fragile girl, her thighs are not as thick as his arms, and sometimes she is a little weird.But she is not aggressive at all, she is gentler than a grass or a flower by the roadside.

Captain America has not been in contact with such a girl for a long time.Perhaps it was because of this that he was like an adolescent boy, standing at the door of a girl, and his heart was numb from the little dimple in his imagination.

With inexplicable anxiety, he knocked on the door of Abby's house.

"Tuk Tuk."

No one should.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Still no one answered, the door was silent.

Not at home?Steve hesitated for a moment.He hesitated whether to go home first or send Abby a text message.

Just as he was wandering, there was a sudden ping-pong-pong sound coming from the door, from far to near.It sounded like someone had rolled from the room to the door, and Steve was screaming for her.

"Abby?"

"Wait, wait, it's coming—"

With her panicked voice, the door was opened; a messy golden head popped out.

Steve's brows suddenly sparkled.

She looks a bit bad: Although she still looks like a pretty girl, her energy is not comparable to that of the morning.The hair is disheveled like a lion cub, and both ears are covered by a pair of pink fluffy earplugs. Steve's sharp eyes found a small hole hidden in the fluff of the left ear.

She tried to stand upright, but she was crooked like a dehydrated cabbage; she smelled so strong and choking of herbs.

As soon as Abby saw him, she remembered the coat.

She reflexively said "Sorry, wait a minute!", then ran to the sofa and brought the jacket to him.

Steve felt the difference as soon as he took the clothes.

It looks like it's been washed, and Steve vaguely remembers a tiny oatmeal stain on the cuff, which is gone too.But it is not humid, but exudes a warm, warm fragrance.

How did she manage to wash and dry it when it was so cold?

As far as he knew, he hadn't seen a dryer when he was here as a guest.

Steve took the coat calmly.

"Thanks, Abby." He threw the clothes over his arms in concern. "Are you okay?—I think you need sleep now."

Her spirit head is really bad.

"I'm fine..." Abby yawned again, listlessly, "I'm not done yet, I'm just a little bit close."

"Are you making medicine—are you a pharmacist?"

Abby's yawn was abruptly swallowed by her, and a little tear welled up from the corners of her reddish eyes.

She tried to evade it, but when she saw Steve's blue eyes, her whole brain stopped: the path to heaven appeared again, and she saw stars and clouds at the end of the path.

She explained somewhat vaguely: "Forget it, for sure, our family's medicines are all ancestral formulas."

But she was actually repotting the mandrake just now and concocting a potion from the pruned cross roots.

A potion that she had read and thought about for a long time.

Steve glanced sideways at the sky.The setting sun had burned out long ago, the stars and the moon were on the scene, and the deep cold night silently enveloped the whole city.

It was long past dinner time.

"Did you have meal?"

he asked abruptly.

Abby immediately rescued herself from the dazed state, and she lied tremblingly: "Eat, eat..."

Steve watched her silently.Under the light, his shadow was a long and thin black silhouette; his face seemed to be melted into the light source, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Abby was suddenly a little scared.

But when she timidly looked up again, Steve's unspeakable aura suddenly disappeared.

He asked gently again: "What did you eat?"

Abby shrunk her head, she couldn't think of anything now that her head was empty.

She murmured sleepwalking: "...egg sandwich."

Steve almost laughed at her.

……

Steve took Abby home again.

For the second time, Abby did not seem to be familiar with the road.Even in a trance, she almost ran into the door frame of Steve's house——

But no.Her forehead touched a ball of warm palm flesh.

Steve was agile, and at the moment Abby was about to hit the door frame, he precisely placed his hand on the hard spot, preventing her from being injured.

Abby was fully awake this time, covering her head.She first said "sorry" to the door, then looked up to say "thank you" to Steve.

Steve couldn't count how many "sorry" and "thank you" he received from her, he bowed his head helplessly and warned:

"Walk carefully."

He really wanted to tie her with a small chain and lead her wherever she went.

But it was too inappropriate to say it, Steve's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed it anyway.

They faced each other again and settled for a dinner.Abby is so guilty that she has disturbed the neighbor's night's rest.

Steve smiled softly: "Maybe next time you can bring your baked works and we can exchange them."

He smiled and showed some white teeth, very shiny.

Abby nodded dazedly.I was cheated out of another "next time".

She actually kind of wants to bring her new friend some magical treats, like chocolate frogs.She has a box of anniversary limited editions, and there are various colors of chocolate frogs in it, in addition to the most common brown, there are also pink, yellow, blue...

Abby wanted to share it with her friends, but she was afraid that the overly lively chocolate frog would scare people, so she felt regretful.

The two separated after dinner, and Abby returned home and resumed her unfinished work.

The mandrake has been repotted, and now it is sleeping peacefully, stretching its wrinkled little face.Abby looked out from its dense roots, and the night leaked in through the window.

She was in a trance.A familiar sadness overwhelmed her, causing tears to swell in her eyes.

She sniffed, didn't cry after all, and looked down; the light illuminated the letter beside the cauldron, and the writing was round and clear.

"...The Mibu Mibao Juice has arrived, and you still need the sunflower orchid, the jumping toadstool powder and the cross-root of the mandrake...Of course, dried nettles are also necessary..."

『And: My friend, are you really ready to make that potion?The possibility of its success is extremely low, and the effect time is only a moment. 』

Abby pushed the letter back a bit, trying to create more space for the cauldron at work.Then grind the mandrake root with a mortar and mortar.

The handwriting of the letter fell into darkness, only a small group of inscriptions were lit up:

"Neville Longbottom."

The author has something to say:

Bucky (and Lizzie) opened their mouths: B-R-C-L-Ling!

cap every day.In fact, he is not staying, he is really quite dark...

By the way, everyone knows Neville, he is a good friend of Little Vase.

This potion has a story, I hope you will not be too surprised when the time comes...