The sky is blue, the ground is green, and the breeze blows. The sound of music is heard in the woods. Flowers can be seen swaying and birds fly by, flying in groups towards the distance.
The boy raised his head and stared at all this in a daze. Watson held his hand, and the two of them walked one in front and the other behind. The golden sunlight turned them into dark and hazy silhouettes. They walked on the gravel path, stepped over the weeds and turned soil, and walked towards the golden hut amid the crisp chirping of insects.
His eyes fell down. The hut was not big, built of wood and bricks. It was hidden in the dense forest, like a forgotten hunter's hut.
Puffs of smoke rose from the chimney and the windows reflected golden light, making it difficult to see what was inside the room, but the boy vaguely felt that someone was moving around inside. He was hurriedly preparing dinner to greet the tired guests.
"I... I seem to remember this."
The boy muttered, and memory after memory emerged in his mind. He was not sure whether the memory was true or false, but it did explain everything in front of him.
Watson smiled slightly and didn't say much. He just continued to hold the boy's hand and led him towards the cabin.
As he got closer, the boy remembered more. A psychedelic trance enveloped him, making it difficult for him to distinguish reality from the past. A feeling of fatigue in his mind made it difficult for him to continue thinking.
"What about those people now?"
Watson loosened his grip, put his hands behind his back, stepped on the pebbles, and jumped up and down like a lively little deer.
"Ah?" The boy was a little panicked. He didn't know what Watson was asking, but the next second his memories came flooding back. He said hesitantly, "Probably... he's doing well."
"The church provides them with food and accommodation. I heard that they will become pastors and be respected by others."
At this point, the boy felt a little yearning. In Florence, the clergy were always the most respected people. Before, they were the most despicable beggars on the street, but in a blink of an eye, they became priests illuminated by the light. It was hard not to envy such a huge transformation.
"That sounds good," Watson smiled, and then asked, "Do you regret running away with us?"
The boy confirmed it without hesitation.
“No regrets.”
"Why? You are quite used to your current life, aren't you?"
Watson laughed as he said, "Every day is very busy, I need to go out hunting and pack up, it's not like before, I can just go with the flow... Follow the priests, you will live a better life."
In her eyes, the boy was not suitable for such a life. He was too fragile and too naive. Watson was very curious about why he would abandon such a beautiful life and choose to face this unknown future with them.
Hearing this, the boy fell silent.
Indeed, his life could have changed dramatically, but before that decision, he chose another path.
It was an ordinary day, no different from any other day, and they ran along the river that ran through the city as usual, but this day, a priest in a white robe was waiting there, extending his hand to them.