Rain can't extinguish the lamp, but the wind makes its color even brighter.

If I were to fly up to the heavens, I would surely become a star beside the moon.

This is "Ode to Fireflies" by the poet Li Bai; Guangyou didn't have the talent to write such a poem.

The poem doesn't explicitly mention fireflies in any line, but every line is related to them.

Throughout history, there have been countless poems describing fireflies or using fireflies to express emotions.

Guangyou looked around at the sky filled with fluorescent lights and marveled at the wonders of the Creator.

The sky was studded with stars, and countless fireflies twinkled as they flew through the forest. Ayumi could hardly distinguish between reality and a dream.

The fireflies flitted about, sometimes high, sometimes low, like invisible spirits carrying tiny lanterns as they drifted through the forest.

"So beautiful."

This was the sentiment shared by everyone present.

"If humanity continues to expand and develop in this endless way, fireflies will probably become extinct."

Guangyou thought to himself that fireflies have very demanding living conditions. Although they are artificially bred, the best state is to let them grow on their own in the wild.

The extinctions of birds such as the dodo and the Antarctic wolf are still fresh in our minds.

According to his understanding, in the 300 years from the 17th century to the present, about 300 species of animals have completely disappeared from the earth.

On average, one species goes extinct every year; this number is already quite staggering.

Looking at the swarms of fireflies attracting mates and continuing their lives, Guangyou sighed at the pitiful state of these creatures.

They are born only to grow up and mate, and they will leave this world soon.

Fireflies typically only glow for two to three hours, and after seeing such beautiful sights so often, they become commonplace.

If you feel like it, appreciating it for five to ten minutes is enough.

"What are you guys planning to do tonight?" Kōyū looked at Conan and pointed to the twinkling stars in the sky. "There are no more trains at the station. Are you just going to sleep here tonight?"

Conan nodded and said seriously, "It seems that's the only way. Luckily, I had Professor Agasa give me a heads-up before I came out."

"But where will you sleep?" Guangyou shrugged, pointed to the tent, and said, "My tent can't fit so many people."

At this moment, Professor Agasa emerged from the forest and said to everyone, "Officer Yamamura said he can help us get back to Gunma Prefecture. We can take a bus to Gunma Prefecture and then return to Beika Town tomorrow."

"Okay." Conan nodded in agreement, then turned to Kouyu and asked, "What about you guys?"

"Us? We've already set up our tents, what do you say?"

Kōyū rolled his eyes at Conan, but he was too far away to see it.

"Alright, we'll be going now."

Conan waved his hand, looking like Mitsuyu wasn't appreciative.

Kōyū pouted, waved goodbye to Ayumi and the others, and then sat down on the grass again.

"Let's watch for a little longer and then go to sleep. It's getting late," Kōyū said to Ai as he lay down on the grass.

"Okay." Ai picked up the guitar from the ground and handed it to Kousuke. "Play one more song, then go and rest."

Guangyou didn't refuse, took the guitar, and thought about what to play.

...

It was 11 p.m. in a tent beside a stream in the forest.

Kōyū and Ai lay in two sleeping bags, half a meter apart. This distance was not far, but to Kōyū, it felt like an insurmountable chasm.

"The road ahead is long and arduous." Guangyou huddled in his sleeping bag, staring at the top of the tent, and sighed deeply. "The revolution is not yet complete, comrades must continue to strive."

On the other side, Ai had her eyes closed, but her delicate earlobes and slightly flushed cheeks proved that her heart was not as calm as the forest.

The tent wasn't soundproof, and the wild owls in the forest were also active, their calls occasionally reaching Guangyou's ears.

As night deepened, Guangyou also fell into a deep sleep accompanied by the forest symphony.

He got up very early the next day. His lunchbox was only enough for one meal yesterday. If he didn't cook something this morning, he would definitely go hungry.

Skipping breakfast is not a good habit and can easily cause stomach problems.

Guangyou went into the forest and found some dry firewood and stones. He built a simple stove and lit a fire with a lighter, then put the fire into the homemade stove.

After sitting by the stove to ward off the morning chill, Guangyou rolled up his trouser legs, preparing to go down into the stream to catch a few fish.

He saw some relatively large fish in this stream yesterday, which must be of adult age for fish.

Let's forget about the little fish; after all, it's not easy for them to be born.

It's obviously difficult to grab it empty-handed, so Guangyou specially found a sharp and sturdy one to use as a harpoon.

As soon as he entered the water, a chill ran straight to his head. Guangyou frowned slightly, but he did not go ashore. He stood motionless in the stream, holding a very simple "wooden harpoon".

Even when small fish swam around his feet, Guangyou didn't move an inch.

After waiting for a long time, a relatively large fish came into his view.

But he still didn't make any rash moves; the saying "old people become shrewd" can also be applied to other animals.

However, it has never seen a human before and only knows to act cautiously, but it does not have the intelligence to distinguish the source of danger.

It slowly approached, and then, Guangyou suddenly thrust out his harpoon and stabbed the fish hard.

Unfortunately, the attempt failed, and the fish escaped.

When I picked up the harpoon, I saw that it was broken in half.

Gonna give up and simply break the branch in half to continue using it.

Five minutes passed, and not a single fish arrived.

Fortunately, perseverance pays off. After spending more than half an hour, Guangyou caught two fish, which were not big, only slightly larger than Guangyou's palm.

Use a knife to scrape open the fish's belly, remove the internal organs, scrape off the scales, and finally wash it in the flowing stream. That completes the processing.

If I were at home, I would definitely marinate the ingredients, but in the wild, I'll just have to make do.

Insert the fish head to tail into a tree branch, place it on the stove, and now just wait for it to cook.

Busy processing the fish, he almost forgot about his feet, which were already numb from the cold.

After sitting near the fire for a while, the feeling gradually disappeared.

"You got up so early?"

Ai rubbed her eyes and came out of the tent. After stretching, she squatted down next to Kousuke, warmed her hands by the stove, and said in surprise, "You even caught fish?"

"Yeah, otherwise what are we going to have for breakfast?"

With a hint of pride on his face, Guangyou pinched Ai's fair cheek and said, "Sweetie, go wash your face. The fish is almost done grilling."

"oh."

While she was washing her face, Guangyou flipped the fish over, checked its color, and nodded in satisfaction.

The fish was grilled to a golden brown on both sides, and the surface of the fish's own oils glistened enticingly.

There weren't many seasonings, just an extremely natural and refreshing aroma. Guangyou took a sniff and was quite satisfied.

There's not much skill involved; it's just about controlling the heat. Too much firewood and it'll be undercooked.

"It looks pretty good."

Guangyou flipped the fish over, performing the final steps, all the while muttering extremely narcissistic words.