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|s2_title = The Farmer and the Seed | |s2_title = The Farmer and the Seed | ||
|s2_reward = | |s2_reward = 200 | ||
|s2_text = It was the tail end of yet another winter break. Down in the southern chill, Yunguo was hoping for snow. If the mountain got snowed in, she wouldn't have to go back to kindergarten. | |s2_text = It was the tail end of yet another winter break. Down in the southern chill, Yunguo was hoping for snow. If the mountain got snowed in, she wouldn't have to go back to kindergarten. | ||
"Schoolbag's mended. Hm? The water bottle's cracked? Better pick a sturdier one this time..." | "Schoolbag's mended. Hm? The water bottle's cracked? Better pick a sturdier one this time..."<br> | ||
Yunguo crouched beside Gran'mama in the little vegetable patch by their front door, digging at the soil with her tiny spade and gazing up at the sky, listening to Gran'mama chatter on about the things to prepare for school. Suddenly she interrupted.<br> | |||
"Gran'mama, do I look strange? Do I smell strange?"<br> | |||
Gran'mama's hands paused from loosening the soil. She leaned close to Yunguo's little head and carefully sniffed all around before giving a serious answer.<br> | |||
"Yes, you do."<br> | |||
Hearing Gran'mama's answer, Yunguo thought, '''I really am no good'''.<br> | |||
"Could my Blushberry be from that seed?"<br>. | |||
The two stared at each other in puzzled silence.<br> | |||
Grandma cleared her throat and began to tell story. | |||
There once was seed, round as a rice dumpling. Anyone who saw it fell in love with it right away. It was said to grow into the most beautiful and one-of-a-kind flower in the world, though no one had ever seen it bloom. | |||
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Nobles who obtained the seed sought to prove their power and prestige. Artists who found it wished to display their refinement and taste. Wealthy merchants who got their hands on it longed to flaunt their riches before the world. | |||
Each planted it with care, treating it like gold, yet none waited long enough to see it sprout. Tired of waiting, they called it filthy and foul, ugly and useless, and cast it aside. | |||
Then a farmer found the seed. To him, it was simply a seed, planted alongside his other crops. Before long, it sprouted and bloomed, bright red like the sun. | |||
The farmer went about his daily work in the fields, pausing now and then to admire its petals and leaves, offering a smile as he carried away its scent. That fragrance, once it brushed against anyone who came near, would linger with them forever. | |||
" | The grandmother and granddaughter kept staring at each other in puzzlement. Yunguo tilted her head and blinked.<br> | ||
"Gran'mama, I'm a lickle confused." | |||
Gran'mama stood up, brushed the dirt from her clothes, then helped the bewildered Yunguo to her feet and patted the soil from her skirt.<bR> | |||
"My little Blushberry," she said, "you're that seed — growing slowly, soaking up the scent of earth and grass, waiting for your day to bloom." | |||
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Yunguo's fuzzy ears twitched, and a glimmer of hope lit up in her eyes.<br> | |||
Gran'mama let out a quiet sigh of relief, thinking the child had finally come around— | |||
"Whose old tale did you pick up this time?"<br> | |||
Yunguo asked, tilting her head with a squinty smile. | |||
Caught red-handed, Gran'mama's cheeks flushed. She gave Yunguo's head a firm little tap and muttered under her breath as she took the girl's hand and started leading her home. | |||
Yunguo squeezed her hand in return, tilted her face upward, and stuck out her tongue to taste the air. Then she suddenly reached toward the sky, as if trying to catch something.<br> | |||
"Gran'mama, the snow's comin'. Can I be that farmer?" | |||
|s3_title = My Summer with Them | |s3_title = My Summer with Them | ||
|s3_reward = | |s3_reward = 300 | ||
|s3_text = [Seedling Class] Summer Vacation Study Group - Planting Journal | |s3_text = [Seedling Class] Summer Vacation Study Group - Planting Journal | ||
Members: [Redacted], Yunguo, [Redacted] | Members: [Redacted], Yunguo, [Redacted] | ||
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The tomato's leaves turned yellow because its roots were soaked and starting to rot. it was out of oxygen and couldn't breathe, so we helped change the soil. Transplanting might break some of the roots, and it will hurt a little, but it can still survive. | The tomato's leaves turned yellow because its roots were soaked and starting to rot. it was out of oxygen and couldn't breathe, so we helped change the soil. Transplanting might break some of the roots, and it will hurt a little, but it can still survive. | ||
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August 20th, Sunny Recorded by: Yunguo | August 20th, Sunny Recorded by: Yunguo | ||
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Yunguo's face flushed deep red. She couldn't say a word. She just closed her eyes and braced for the storm... | Yunguo's face flushed deep red. She couldn't say a word. She just closed her eyes and braced for the storm... | ||
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But Gran'mama only gave her head a gentle pat and sighed. "Not every seedling will grow strong just because you tend it with care. There are storms, draughts, pests... all kinds of hardship. You never know what they'll come up against. You have to face that. So do they." | But Gran'mama only gave her head a gentle pat and sighed. "Not every seedling will grow strong just because you tend it with care. There are storms, draughts, pests... all kinds of hardship. You never know what they'll come up against. You have to face that. So do they." | ||
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No one replied, but that was okay. | No one replied, but that was okay. | ||
|s4_title = | |s4_title =The End of the Seed’s Journey | ||
|s4_reward = | |s4_reward =400 | ||
|s4_text = {{tx}} | |s4_text = Day 193 since leaving Gran’mama’s place. | ||
Yunguo sat by the riverbank, chin resting in both hands, thinking about the last packet of seeds she had planted. They must be blooming by now, and soon there’d be fruit… | |||
Such a shame she couldn’t see them anymore. People always leave. She vaguely understood that. | |||
Yunguo let out a long sigh and counted the Dough and produce in her bag, trying to stay hopeful – if she didn’t eat or drink. Maybe she could last five more days. Still, it felt so cold. | |||
Hugging her knees, she buried her face in her arms and rubbed at her eyes. | |||
Suddenly, everything around her went dark. But Yunguo felt warm, as if she was buried in soil, and it would be nice to just fall asleep like that. | |||
Then she heard the wind. | |||
She heard water flowing. | |||
She heard insects chirping. | |||
She saw an earthworm wriggling beside her, loosening the soil… | |||
Wait, where did that earthworm come from?! | |||
“What’s it like outside? Is it this dark too?” | |||
Yunguo heard her own voice, as if asking someone. | |||
“No, it’s bright out there. Let me loosen the soil a bit so you can get through.” | |||
The earthworm spoke as it wriggled upward, working so hard that Yunguo was moved. | |||
But earthworms can’t talk, can they? They shouldn’t be able to! | |||
“What if it’s too cold outside?” | |||
She heard herself ask again, glancing around the warm, dark soil that surrounded her. | |||
“There’s sunlight! Once you find the sun, it won’t be cold anymore. | |||
As the earthworm happily burrowed its way out, a beam of light broke through the soil into Yunguo’s eyes, dazzling but warm. | |||
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Yunguo woke up, still a little dazed from the nap. The river before her shimmered with the hues of the setting sun. Beside her, the phone lit up with a message from | |||
Gran’mama: “What did you eat today?” | |||
Almost without thinking, Yunguo typed “Nothing yet,” but her finger hovered over the send button. After a moment, she deleted it and started over: “Gonna make some congee with apples tonight. Should be yummy.” | |||
Yunguo pulled up a number from her contacts. Gran’mama had once said it belonged to a proper grown-up who’d traveled the universe all alone. “If you ever get stuck, you go ask him.” | |||
“H-Hello… I’m Yunguo, from Zhuxi Mountain. We met when I was little… I’ve… um… I’ve been living by myself for half a year now, and I’ve kinda run out of money…” | |||
She practiced saying it aloud, but the more she thought about it, the more it felt wrong, like she was calling just to be a trouble. “... This is my first time leavin’ Gran’mama… I came out of my own to learn how to grow things… She asked me to visit you first, and maybe get some lickle advice about livin’ on my own.” | |||
After practicing over and over until she was sure she could say it smoothly, Yunguo took a deep breath and dialed the number. To her surprise, it was answered after just one ring. | |||
“H-Hello! Mr. Mobai…” | |||
“Huh? I’m not Mobai. This is Esa…” | |||
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“S-Sorry!!!” | |||
Yunguo hung up in a panic, her face turning bright red despite being alone on the unfamiliar Islet. | |||
A moment later, her phone rang again. The caller ID showed “Mr. Mobai” | |||
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