After leaving the star world, Roland Hill's figure appeared in the night sky again.
The sky far away from the world is very clear, the white moon can clearly see the huge crater above it, and under the moonlight, it is a vast sea of clouds, the clouds are layered and flow slowly, just like a real ocean.
And there is nothing else between heaven and earth.
Individuals appear extremely tiny in this boundless landscape, so tiny that they cannot find their own existence in this sea of moonlight and clouds.
Loren Hill let himself fall from the sky with the wind, like a light leaf.
There was a slight wind in the ear, and the air flowed across the body, bringing a gentle touch, like the softest mattress in the world.
She fell into the sea of clouds from a high altitude, and the surface of her skin was covered with a layer of water mist, and then she emerged from the sea of clouds and continued to fall.
The water mist was blown by the wind, bringing bursts of coolness, and below is the city with lights scattered around.
The night scene on the ground is upside down in the field of vision, as if it were in the sky, and the lights are getting brighter and brighter.
The distant sound of bells came from the harbor, the lighthouse stood quietly, and on the main road, pedestrians, carriages, and hawkers were still noisy.
Under the cover of the night, Roland Hill avoided everyone's sight, slowly fell into the quiet courtyard, and returned again.
Although it was autumn, the low-pitched chirping of insects could still be heard in the grass around, and the leaves of the pear trees in the courtyard had turned yellow, and scattered pieces began to fall.
Roland Hill walked into the lawn in the courtyard, the soil was a little soft, and occasionally he could smell the fragrance of weeds.
Although it was only a short afternoon and evening, she seemed to have experienced several years, so that this small courtyard looked a little strange.
"I really don't know, how did those witches spend such a long life, are they also tired?"
She put her hand on the tree trunk and muttered to herself. The bark was very rough, bumpy, and there were many peelings on the surface, and some sawdust fell on her hands.
From a distance, this pear tree is also very healthy, with luxuriant branches and leaves. It was not until I walked in and stroked the trunk that I found that it was already scarred.
Maybe this is true.
The breeze blew away the debris from her palms, and she returned to the house.
call-
The weak flames ignited among the straws, and then spread, and the dead branches placed among the straws also emitted bursts of green smoke, and a smoky smell began to permeate the house.
shake-
With the slight sound, the dead branches were ignited by the flames, and the blue smoke disappeared, and the warm and orange flames illuminated the girl's eyes.
She sat by the fire, her white hands picked up a few thick woods and put them into it. The damp wood made a slight whistle sound, and tiny foam continued to emerge from the fracture of the wood, turning into white steam.
The first few dead branches turned into red charcoal, bright and dark in the night wind, like breathing, and then the edges became gray 'fluff', and finally slipped in the breeze and fell into the delicate grass ash among.
Looking at a few big woods slowly igniting, occasionally bursting out a few small sparks, making a crackling sound, the girl's mood also seems to be a lot warmer, life still has to continue, right
She stood up, the skirt slid across the chair, approached the small cabinet next to her, 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 chunky guys squatting in the corner, Roland Hill was thinking about what to eat tonight, but she actually wanted to eat meat.
I didn't prepare the meat, I sighed in my heart, took out two corns and put them aside, and then took out three potatoes.
Looking at the pile of raw peanuts, she didn't do anything, then put her slender hand on the winter melon, stroked it a little, and tapped again, it still felt very big.
Forget it, can't eat.
She closed the cabinet door, picked up the potatoes, walked to the stove, used a wooden stick to make a small hole in the grass ash under the fire, put the potatoes in, and then covered the potatoes with grass ashes.
Then turn around and peel the corn. She tore open the green leaves wrapped on the surface and pulled out the long brown whiskers, which made her hands a little itchy.
In the end, only the inner 2 layers of leaves are left, and like the previous potatoes, buried under the burning fire, and then just wait slowly.
The warm flames kept sticking out from the fibers of the wood. The bottom was colorless and transparent, and the upper part was white, then light yellow, orange, and red, gradually reaching the tip of the flame, with strands of blue smoke.
The girl sat quietly beside the stove, the orange fire swayed slightly, coating her body with a layer of light gold, the shadow behind her was drawn long on the ground, and kept shaking, and the moonlight outside the window brought bursts of chills.
The girl stared at the bright yellow flame and became stunned. She didn't have any special memories or thoughts. Letting the scattered memories slowly rise and fall in her mind, a feeling of comfort and peace filled her heart.
It seems like a long time ago, as long as you sit by the fire in your hometown, a faint happiness will slowly rise in your heart. Maybe even hold a tabby cat in his arms, put a hot water bottle on the fire, and the sound of adults playing cards can be heard from the next room.
Just like that, the girl leaned on the back of the chair, watching the gradually blurred firelight, her eyes slowly closed, her body undulating slightly, and she entered a peaceful nap.
In the dream, it seems to have returned to a pure and happy childhood, running in the mountains with his feet scattered, chasing dragonflies, one, two, three... Then he picked up the dragonflies he caught with his fingers and carefully Observed.
Hold the cat high, imitating the action of the Lion King.
Afraid that it would struggle and scratch itself, she quickly put it down, took out the dragonfly prepared in advance, handed it to it, and attracted it to calm down the cat's nervous mind.
While it eats, stroke the smooth fur, keep soothing, then pick it up and do it again~
The fire was burning quietly, and before she knew it, she dreamed of many, many...
Snapped-
With the explosion of a small spark, Roland Hill opened his eyes, and his brain became much more awake and comfortable.
The fire in front of him has gradually dimmed, surrounded by a circle of burnt wood, the section near the center is a black carbon mark, and a few scattered flames are attached to the section, as if it will go out at any time.
The girl moved the wooden branches and gathered the burnt wood towards the center to make it burn again. Only then did she remember the corn and potatoes that were buried before.
Peeling off the grass ash, one side of the potato has already been carbonized, exuding bursts of burnt smell, while the corn is slightly better, not buried as close as the potato, and the damaged leaf surface is removed to reveal the plump rice grains inside, exuding an attractive fragrance.
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It's a bit hot, the girl thought.
Use two wooden sticks to pick up the charred potato, throw it into the air, and wrap it in a mass of air, and then cut off the blackened part with a few small wind blades, leaving the steaming half of the potato, which slowly falls into the air. The girl's palm, but separated by a thin layer of airflow to prevent hot hands.
The skin of the baked potato is very easy to tear apart, revealing the soft and glutinous part, but it is still inedible and very hot.
After Roland Hill kept circulating the breeze to cool down, he took a bite, and the faint sweetness of starch began to spread in his mouth.
After a few potatoes, it's corn.
Grilled corn is the girl's favorite in her previous life. Whether it's grilled corn or eating grilled corn, it makes people happy.
There are some black marks on the surface of the corn kernels, but the inside is very sweet, and the hot particles are mixed into the mouth, and it seems that you can feel the smell of flames.
In this way, on a quiet night, the silver-haired girl happily ate corn, ignoring the carbon black on her cheeks, like a cat.