After leaving the star world, Loran Hill's figure appeared again in the night sky.
The sky far away from the mortal world is very clear. The white moon can clearly see the huge crater above. Under the moonlight, there is a vast sea of clouds. The clouds are stacked and flowing slowly, just like a real ocean.
And there is nothing else between heaven and earth.
Individuals appear extremely small in this boundless scenery, so small that they cannot find their own existence in this sea of moonlight and clouds.
Loran Hill let himself fall from the sky with the wind, like a light leaf.
There was a slight sound of wind in my ears, and the air flow passed through my body, bringing a gentle touch, like the softest mattress in the world.
She fell from a high altitude into the sea of clouds, a light mist covering the surface of her skin, and then she emerged from the sea of clouds and continued to fall.
The mist was blown by the wind, bringing coolness, while below was a city dotted with lights.
The night scene on earth was reversed in the field of vision, just like in the sky, and the lights became brighter and brighter.
The distant sound of bells could be heard from the harbor, the lighthouse stood quietly, and the main road was still bustling with pedestrians, carriages, and vendors.
Under the cover of night, Loran Hill avoided everyone's sight, slowly floated down to the quiet courtyard, and returned again.
Although it is autumn, the buzzing of insects can still be heard in the grass all around. The leaves of the pear tree in the courtyard are turning yellow and are beginning to fall off piece by piece.
Loran Hill walked into the lawn in the courtyard. The soil was a little soft, and he could occasionally smell the fragrance of wild grass.
Although it was only a short afternoon and evening, she felt as if she had experienced several years, so that this small courtyard seemed a little unfamiliar.
"I really don't know how those witches survived such a long life. Do they also get tired?"
She placed her hand on the trunk, muttering to herself. The bark was rough, uneven, and flaky, with many peeling pieces falling onto her hand.
From a distance, the pear tree looked very healthy with lush branches and leaves. However, when we approached and gently touched the trunk, we found that it was already covered with scars.
Maybe this is the truth.
A breeze blew by, blowing away the crumbs in her hands, and she returned to the house.
call--
A weak flame started among the straw and then spread. The dead branches placed among the straw also emitted bursts of green smoke, and a smoky smell began to fill the house.
shake--
With a slight sound, the dead branches were ignited by the flames, the green smoke disappeared, and the warm orange flames illuminated the girl's eyes.
She sat by the fire, and with her fair hands she picked up a few thick pieces of wood and put them in. The damp wood made a slight whistling sound, and tiny bubbles kept coming out from the broken ends of the wood, turning into wisps of white steam.
The first few dead branches turned into red charcoal, sometimes bright and sometimes dim in the night wind, just like breathing. Then the edges turned into grayish-white "fluff", and finally slid off in the breeze and fell into the fine grass ash.
Looking at the big logs slowly burning, occasionally with a few small sparks popping out and making crackling sounds, the girl's mood seemed to warm up a lot. Life must go on, right?
She stood up, her skirt sliding over the chair, and walked to the small cabinet next to her. She squatted down on her calves, opened the cabinet door, and revealed the ingredients inside, including potatoes, corn, peanuts, and a large winter melon.
"Um......."
Looking at these short and fat guys squatting in the corner, Loran Hill was wondering what to eat tonight. Actually, she wanted to eat some meat.
There is no meat prepared, he sighed in his heart, took out two corns and put them next to them, then took out three potatoes.
She looked at the pile of raw peanuts but didn't touch them. Then she put her slender hand on the winter melon, stroked it a little, and knocked it again. It still felt very big.
Forget it, I can’t eat it.
She closed the cabinet door, picked up the potatoes and walked to the stove. She used a branch to dig a small hole in the ashes under the fire, put the potatoes in, and then covered the potatoes with ashes.
Then she turned back and peeled the corn, tearing off the green leaves and pulling out the long brown filaments, which made her hands itch.
Finally, leave only the innermost two layers of leaves, and then bury them under the burning fire like the potatoes before. Then all you have to do is wait.
Warm flames kept poking out from the fibers of the wood. The bottom was colorless and transparent, a little above it was white, then light yellow, orange, and red, gradually straightening to the tip of the flame, with wisps of blue smoke.
The girl sat quietly by the fire, the orange-yellow flames swaying slightly, giving her a light golden hue. The shadow behind her stretched long and swayed on the ground, and the moonlight outside the window brought bursts of chill.
The girl stared at the bright yellow flame in a daze. She didn't recall or think about anything in particular, and let the scattered memories slowly rise and fall in her mind. A feeling of comfort and security filled her heart.
It seems like it was just like this long ago. Whenever I sat by the fire back home, a gentle happiness would slowly rise in my heart. Perhaps I'd hold a large tabby cat in my arms, a kettle on the fire, and the sounds of adults playing cards from the next room.
Just like that, the girl leaned back in her chair, watching the gradually blurred firelight, her eyes slowly closed, her body slightly rising and falling, and she fell into a peaceful nap.
In the dream, I seemed to have returned to my innocent and happy childhood, running in the mountains, chasing dragonflies, one, two, three... Then I picked up the caught dragonflies with my fingers and observed them carefully.
Lift the cat high up and imitate the movements of the Lion King.
Afraid that it would struggle and scratch itself, it quickly put it down, took out the dragonfly it had prepared in advance, handed it to it, attracted it over, and calmed the cat's nervous mind.
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