After leaving the world of stars, lorenthal's figure reappeared in the night sky.
The sky far away from the earth is very clear. The white moon can clearly see the huge crater above at the moment. Under the moonlight, there is a vast sea of clouds. The clouds are stacked and flowing slowly, just like the real ocean.
There is nothing else between heaven and earth.
In this boundless landscape, individuals are so tiny that they can't find their own existence in the sea of moonlight clouds.
Lorraine Hill let himself fall from the sky like a light leaf.
The wind comes from my ears. The air flows across my body, bringing a gentle touch, just like the softest mattress in the world.
She fell into the sea of clouds from high altitude, covering her skin with a light layer of water mist, and then stood out from the sea of clouds and continued to fall.
The water mist is swept by the wind, bringing bursts of cool, and below is the city with lights and sparks.
The night scene on the earth turned upside down in the field of vision, just like in the sky, and the lights became brighter and brighter.
The distant bell rang from the harbor, the lighthouse stood still, and the pedestrians, carriages and hawkers were still noisy on the main road.
Under the cover of the night, Lorraine Hill avoided people's sight, slowly fell into the quiet courtyard, and came back again.
Although it is autumn, the insects can still be heard in the grass. The pear trees in the courtyard are yellowing and scattered.
Lorraine Hill walked into the lawn of 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 the courtyard seemed strange.
"I really don't know how those witches spent such a long life. Will they be tired?"
She put her hand on the tree trunk and whispered to herself. The bark was very rough, bumpy, and there was a lot of flaking on the surface. 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 caressed the trunk that I found that it was already scarred.
Maybe that's the truth.
She returned to the house as the breeze swept away the crumbs from her palm.
Hoo——
The weak flame ignited in the straw, and then spread. The dead branches in the straw also gave off bursts of smoke, and a smoky smell began to diffuse in the room.
Shake——
With a slight sound, the dead branch was ignited by the fire, and the smoke disappeared. The warm and orange flame reflected the girl's eyes.
She sat by the fire, her white hands picked up a few sticks of wood, and the damp wood made a slight whistle, and tiny bubbles of foam continued to emerge from the cracks of the wood and turned white.
The first few withered branches turned into red charcoal, which was bright and dark in the night wind, just like breathing. Then the edge turned into gray "fluff", and finally slipped in the breeze and fell into the fine grass ash.
Look at a few big wood slowly lit up, occasionally burst out a few small sparks, make a crackling sound, the girl's mood also seems to warm a lot, life still has to continue, right.
She stood up, her skirt slipped over the chair, approached the small cabinet beside her, squatted down, opened the cabinet door, and revealed the ingredients inside, including potatoes, corn, peanuts, and a big wax gourd.
"Well
Looking at these stout guys squatting in the corner, Lorraine hill is thinking about what to eat tonight. In fact, she wants to eat meat.
I didn't prepare any meat. With a sigh from the bottom of my heart, I took out two corn and put them on the side. Then I took out three potatoes.
Looking at the pile of raw peanuts, she didn't start. Then she put her slender hand on the wax gourd, stroked it a little, and knocked it again. She still felt great.
Forget it. I can't eat it.
She closed the cupboard door, picked up the potatoes, went to the fire, dug a small hole in the ashes under the fire with wood sticks, put the potatoes in, and then covered them with ashes.
Then turn around and peel the corn. Tearing open the green leaves wrapped in the surface and pulling out the long brown beard made her hands itch.
Finally, only the innermost two layers of leaves are left, and then, like the previous potatoes, they are buried under the burning fire, and then they just need to wait slowly.
The warm flame is constantly sticking out of the wood fiber. The bottom is colorless and transparent, a little bit white, then light yellow, orange and red. The tip of the flame is gradually straight, and it is wisps of green smoke.
The girl sat quietly by the fire. The light of the orange fire swayed slightly and plated her with a light layer of gold. The shadow behind her was very long on the ground and kept shaking. The moonlight outside the window brought chills.
The girl looked at the bright yellow flame and started to stay. She had a special memory or thought about something, and let the scattered memory slowly rise and fall in her mind. A feeling of comfort and peace of mind filled her heart.
It seems like a long time ago, as long as you sit by the fire of your hometown, a light happiness will slowly rise in your heart. Maybe I have to hold a big cat in my arms, put a hot kettle on the fire, and the sound of adults playing cards came from the nearby room.
In this way, the girl leaned on the back of her chair, looking at the gradually blurred light of the fire, her eyes slowly closed, her body slightly undulating, and entered a peaceful rest.
In my dream, I seem to have returned to my innocent and happy childhood. I ran in the mountains, chasing dragonflies, one, two, three... Then I twisted the dragonflies with my fingers and observed them carefully.
Hold the cat high and imitate the lion king.
Fearing that it would scratch itself, he quickly put it down, took out the dragonfly prepared in advance, handed it to him, and attracted him to come here to calm the nervous heart of Huamao.
While it's eating, touch its smooth fur, keep comforting, then pick it up and do it again~
The fire was burning quietly. Before she knew it, she dreamed of many, many
Pop——
With the explosion of a small Mars, Loran Hill opened his eyes, and his brain was much more awake and comfortable.
In front of me, the fire was gradually dim, surrounded by a circle of burnt wood, and the section near the center was black carbon marks. Several scattered flames attached to the section, as if they would go out at any time.
The girl plucked the wood branch and gathered the burned wood to the center to make it burn again. Then she remembered the corn and potatoes buried before.
When the grass ash is removed, the side of the potato is carbonized and gives off a burning smell, while the corn is a little better. It's not as close as the potato. The damaged leaves reveal the full grains of rice inside, which gives off an attractive fragrance.
It's a little hot, thought the girl.
Pick up the blackened potato with two wooden branches and throw it into the air. A mass of air will wrap it. Then several small wind blades will cut off the blackened part, leaving half of the hot potato. It slowly falls into the girl's palm, but it is separated by a thin layer of air to prevent hot hands.
The skin of baked potatoes is very easy to tear, revealing the soft and glutinous part, but still can't eat, very hot.
Lolan Hill kept circulating with the breeze to cool down before biting off, and the light sweet taste of starch began to spread in his mouth.
After a few potatoes, it's corn.
Roasted corn is a girl's favorite in her previous life. Whether it's roasted corn or eating roasted corn, it makes people happy.
There are some burnt black marks on the surface of the corn kernels, but they are very sweet inside. When the hot particles are mixed into the mouth, they seem to feel the smell of fire.
In this way, in a quiet night, silver haired girl happily eating corn, regardless of the carbon black stained cheek, like a cat in general.