Postscript 1

three years.

Jiang Lan sat at the stone table in the yard, with a bamboo basket on the table, and a light blue egg wrapped in a quilt in the middle of the basket.

baby size.

The streamer appeared on the surface of the eggshell, flickering and flickering.

There is a regular rhythm, like breathing.

The wooden sword was taken out by Jiang Lan and approached the egg shell a little bit.

It flashed quickly as it approached the light, seemed to be frightened, and became short of breath.