there are more than a hundred fat snowballs quietly in the grass, with pink three-lobed mouths and occasionally shaking long ears that reveal pink. The little apple squeezed between them with its head held high and found its own place.,just then, both men heard the faint sound of boots stepping on the grass. Wei Wuyue looked back and sure enough, the blue forgetfulness machine was coming this way.,Wei Wuyue threw the carrot back, held out a hand lazily, and said, "you pull me."。