The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

What appeared in front of Si Lingling at this moment was a 100-meter wide river that was as clear as a jade belt.

In the river, there are countless fish swimming freely.

There are many types of fish...

Common fish such as carp, crucian carp, grass carp, yellow croaker, bighead carp, silver carp, catfish... and so on.

Rare ones such as herring, yellow spot, turtle, carapace, ... and so on.

There are even fish species that Si Lingling doesn't know.

These fish live in the same river, and they don't seem to be out of harmony at all.

On the river, an ancient stone arch bridge spans the bridge. The bridge is carved with ancient and sacred cloud patterns, as well as various lifelike birds and animals.

Si Lingling took a deep breath, but inhaled the fragrance of flowers and plants.

I saw wild flowers of all kinds blooming on both sides of the river, and when the mountain breeze blew, the fragrance of flowers came to the nostrils.

The refreshing fragrance is intoxicating and pleasant, not to mention how beautiful and peaceful it is.

Pushing the baby's stroller, the three mother and son walked slowly towards the bridge.

The mountain on the opposite side of the bridge is somewhat similar to the hometown in memory, but it seems that there are many scenery that I have never seen before.

Si Lingling was very curious in her heart, whether there was still the mountain temple in memory on the mountain a kilometer away from the river bank.

It was the childhood paradise of her and her brother.

As long as they return to their hometown to accompany their grandparents during the winter and summer vacations, the brothers and sisters will always go up the mountain to play with their peers in the village.

Since the beginning of the end of the world, she has never returned.

According to her soul time, more than twenty years have passed.

If it is still in a peaceful age, and my hometown has experienced more than 20 years of changes, I don't know what it will be like?

Liuliu and Jiujiu saw such clear river water for the first time.

It was the first time I saw so many interesting fish swimming in the water.

The siblings screamed excitedly, even though they were pushed onto the bridge by their mother, the two children still stretched their necks to look down.

It's a pity that the bridge deck is a bit wide, and they are too short to see it at all.

So I started calling my mother in protest.

Si Lingling: "Hey, mommy will take you to the mountain over there to have a look, and catch fish when you come back later, okay?"

In fact, the space at this moment is the noon when the sun is in the sky.

The weather is warm.

If she was not full of curiosity about the situation on the other side of the river, Si Lingling would really like to stop and catch some fish for the children to play with.

Anyway, in the old house, there are quite a lot of fishing things, such as fishing nets, fishing baskets, and fish bags.

Of course, fishing rods are also indispensable.

Si Lingling remembers that her grandfather likes to go fishing by the river with a few old friends.

And every time their old friends would compete with each other to see who caught more and who caught less.

But this time the siblings were unwilling to listen to their mother's comfort.

He was crying restlessly, wanting to climb out of the stroller and play with the fish in the water.

Especially Jiujiu, seeing the water is like seeing his own clone, not to mention how excited and yearning he is.

How could Si Lingling let them mess around?

The two children were still so young, and the river was so deep that she felt a little uneasy seeing it.

In order to stop the children from fussing, she stopped and diverted their attention.

Si Lingling picked up the child from the stroller, pointed to the carvings on the bridge railing and asked them, "Liu Liu, what do you see painted on it?"

"Jiujiu, do you know what this is?"

Two children: "..."

"Mom told you, this is the shape of a cloud, also called moiré."

Si Lingling saw that the children still had crystal teardrops on their eyelashes, but they had stopped crying, and curiously followed her fingers to look at the paintings on the railing.

It's so cute it hurts.

She couldn't help but kiss each of the children's cheeks, and continued: "There's also this one, it's a cat."

"Come on, tell mom: cat."