Sindra was lying by the window, silently watching Evard and the other children leave. She became a little depressed, but thinking that she would be able to go out after her mother left later, she felt a little better.
"Sindra, you should stay at home today. You are not allowed to go out to play. Reflect on your own mistakes. Do you understand?"
Maggie wiped the hot sweat from her forehead and prepared to go to the farmland to help.
"knew."
When her mother left the yard with the basket on her back, Sindra left the house that made her unhappy without hesitation and ran all the way up the mountain.
I don't know when, but scary shadows appeared all around again. Syndra didn't dare to look back and could only move forward.
Going up through the deep spruce forest, Sindra climbed up the cliff along the path, took a look at the divine gate (similar to a neon torii gate) that the villagers had spent a lot of effort to build, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Every time he passes through this divine door, those lingering shadows will stay away from him, and Saint Lyupasvo will always help him drive away those ghosts.
In this village, Paswal is the only friend who will not bully her, but will also help her and share her sorrow.
Generally speaking, she would not share her depressed things with Paswal, because she knew that sharing her depression meant making others unhappy with herself.
The Holy Willow Pasvo grows on the edge of the cliff. It is a giant willow tree fifteen meters high. Every night, the green wicker branches of the Holy Willow will emit beautiful golden fluorescence. Many birds and small animals live on the tree.
Animals, sometimes Syndra will talk to the small animals in the trees.
"Paswal, I'm here to find you again."
Arriving at the 'secret base' where she could relax, Sindra also had a bit of a smile on her face.
She didn't want to talk about the reproach she had received yesterday, even though Paswal had never spoken to her.
"I saw a very bright star by the window last night, Paswal, and I thought of a legend told by the villagers,
It was in another land far, far away, and there was a very, very high mountain. That mountain was higher than Longchi Mountain, and it was the place closest to the stars.
From the top of that mountain, you can walk directly to the stars, to the world of the stars,
Although I have never been to the world of stars, I know that it must be a place where you can live happily every day without any worries...
Just like the Magic Garden in Presidence, there must be many magic flower gardens there, endless dragon peaches to eat, endless sweet milk to drink... maybe... maybe I can make a real good friend...
Paswal, tell me, can I climb that mountain and go to the world of stars?"
A breeze blew by, and the branches of the sacred willow swayed gently.
She didn't expect a willow tree to speak. Although she was somewhat deceiving herself, Sindra thought the swaying branches were nodding to herself.
"If I really grow up, will you go to the world of stars with me?"
There was no wind this time, and the quiet willows did not swing. Syndra was a little disappointed, she felt that she had been rejected.
The little girl clasped her hands together, knelt on the ground with a pleading look on her face and made another request.
"How about you think about it again? You also know that I only have you as my friend. I don't want to take anyone with me. I don't want to take my father, my mother, or my brother Ewad with me. I just want to take you away."
The willow tree still remained silent, and this time Syndra had no choice but to give up her little wish.
She just didn't want to disappoint Paswal, so she could only choose to change an interesting topic. Fortunately, she had accumulated a lot of topics for today's meeting.
"I heard that there is a traveling circus in Presidence. There is a very powerful clown in this circus. I really want to go and see it. Not only the performance of the circus, but also the birth of the circus.
The place,
It seems to be called... Piltova? It seems to be called this name,
I heard adults say that it is completely different from our village. There are tall, white houses everywhere.
You can also see a very big bridge in Piltovav. From the bridge, you can see a very wide river. There are all kinds of big boats walking up and down this river every day. It’s so exciting.
Take a look."
Saint Lyupasvo naturally would not make any response, but Sindra was not discouraged. But before she spoke again, a breeze blew by, and her eyes widened, because she had heard something from the wind that she had never heard before.
The sound of nature.
It wasn't a shakuhachi, a willow leaf, a gourd, a harp or a leather drum, but a musical instrument tone that she had never heard before. She didn't understand how beautiful this unfamiliar piece of music was, but she could hear melancholy in it.
And longing, and the long pain suppressed in the deepest part of the soul.
In just a moment, she was immersed in this extraordinary note.
[Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky,
The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sun sets outside the mountains,
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends,
A pot of turbid wine will extinguish all the joy, don’t sleep in the cold tonight...]
The melodious notes are getting closer and closer, and the harmonica music from another world spreads across the cliffs, rolling towards the distant clouds,
On St. Lyupasvo, many small animals and birds poked their heads out, shaking their heads, and looked in the direction of the person with the dumbfounded Syndra.
It was a traveler and musician riding a white horse. A young man in exquisite and elegant clothes was carrying a small bundle. His white robe was as clear and clean as white snow.
The young man is only twenty years old, his facial features are as three-dimensional and delicate as sculptures, his face is like a hyacinth, and there is a bit of nameless melancholy hidden in his gentleness.
A head of short, thick black hair swayed slightly with the breeze. The young traveler held a strange musical instrument he had never seen before and played melodiously. He was as handsome as an elf coming out of a painting.
Unable to think of the word "fairy air fluttering" from another world, the little girl could only think of the most simple words to describe the beautiful scenery she saw.
This is a man from beyond the stars.
After the song was played, the cliff was still as quiet as before. Only then did Sindra come back to his senses and carefully hid behind Saint Lyupasvo. Only his little head came out and stared at the boy warily.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The young man obviously also noticed the little girl hiding behind the tree. In the few seconds of eye contact, the young man just smiled softly, like a human and an animal.
The harming lamb.
Without saying a word, the young man jumped off the horse's back, stroked it a few times, and allowed the horse to walk around without a bridle or reins.
Staring at the unfettered free horse, Syndra felt a little envious.
After taking a few steps to the side of the cliff, the young man sat down close to the willow tree. Under Sindra's nervous gaze, the young man picked up the harmonica again.
This time the boy chose Castle in the Sky.
Not noticing any hostility, Sindra lowered her guard a little, sat down five meters away from the boy, hugged her knees, and looked at the rolling clouds under the cliff with the boy.
When the second song ended, the boy put down the harmonica, leaving Sindra, whose soul had been cleansed and all worries forgotten, still lingering on the last notes, unable to extricate himself.
"This song is called City in the Sky, and it comes from a place far, far away, a place I can never reach again."
Caressing the harmonica in his hand, Lester did not look at Syndra, but just sighed softly at the blue sky and white clouds.
"There's not much left for me in that place now, a piano, a few pieces of music, countless nights, that's all."
Not sure if the musician's words were meant for her, Syndra looked at Lester carefully, appearing a little hesitant.
Far, far away, is this man from the stars unable to return to his hometown?
"For a player, the happiest thing is to have an audience who understands you. Little sister, thank you for being willing to listen to me complete this piece of music..."
After opening the bag and rummaging through it, Lester took out the Bandel fruit candies that he had prepared and smiled at Syndra.
"I have nothing good to give you. I only have a few pieces of fruit candies. Do you want to eat them?"
Sindra had never experienced such a warm feeling. She was neither willing to disappoint the kind people in front of her nor eat the food given by strangers, so she picked two pieces in her hand and left one piece for Lester.
"You can eat this piece."
"good."
Without hesitation, Lester peeled off the candy left by Syndra and popped it into his mouth. Lester gained Syndra's trust with a simple and effective move.
She put the candy into her mouth like a cat, and the grape-flavored fruit candy made Sindra's eyes widen. She had never eaten anything so delicious in her life.
"You...brother, what's your name?"
"My name is Lester, little sister, where are you?"
After hesitating for a moment, Syndra finally said her name.
"I...my name is Syndra...brother Lester, where are you from?"
Pointing to the west, Lester whispered.
"Walking to the end of this land, crossing the vast ocean, and dozens of suns and moons later, I will arrive at the place where I set out."
"That's really far, far away. I, I've never been out of the village, and I've never seen the sea. Is the sea blue water? Are there many fish in it?"
"Yes, the sea is endless water. It is a difficulty that every navigator is eager to conquer. A small boat, a sail, and a brave soul will always create a word-of-mouth miracle despite countless failures.
.”
"Then, why does Brother Lester come so far away?"
"Of course it's to meet someone..."
It seemed that they had known each other since a long time ago, and they were like the strangest acquaintances. Syndra gradually opened her heart and recognized the young man named Lester.
The little girl gave Lester the topic she had left for St. Lyupasvo, and Lester also shared his endless stories with the little girl. Although it was only an insignificant part, it also gave Syndra a great development.
An eye-opening shock.
After all, there is no truer story than those told by those who have experienced it.
For Sindra, for the first time in Laister, she felt like she had made good friends. This feeling was more real than that of Shengliu, who could not speak. Every positive feedback that Laister gave her could
Make her happy for a long time.
She finally understood that the previous whispers with Saint Lyupasvo were all deceiving herself.
Looking up at the sun, Lester had to interrupt Syndra's enthusiastic topic.
"Sindra, it's getting late. If you don't go home now, will your parents be worried about you?"
Knowing that no one except her brother would go home at noon, Sindra simply shook her head.
"My mother went to work in the farmland, and my father went to the mountains to cut trees. There is no one at home, so there is no point in going back."
Nodding, Lester took out two more apples from the bag.
"Would you like some fruit?"
"Um!"
Standing up from the ground, Sindra sat directly next to Lester this time, next to Lester, and also leaned against the willow tree.
After taking the apple, little Sindra, who was completely unsuspecting, took a bite.
“So sweet~”
"The apples were picked in Bandle City. Bandle City is not in this world, but in a world composed of magical elements. In that world, there are many furry elves living. Maybe you have heard of their names. Continent
Everyone in the world calls them yordles."
Nodding in sudden realization, Syndra was instantly interested in Bandle City as Lester said that the sea, adventure, and sails were the same as the other world.
"I've heard about yordles. I heard that they always bring disaster to others."
"In the eyes of adults, it is a disaster, but to them, it is just a small adventure.
Yodels are like children who never grow up. They have no worries or intrigues. They work hard for their small goals every day and are happy.
By working hard and picking an apple from a tall tree, you can make them happy for a long time...
Sindra, in this world only children who have not grown up are the happiest. When children realize that they have grown up one day, they often lose the most important things...
Every time you grow, you pay a heavy price."
Listening to Lester's words, Syndra suddenly gave up her previous desire to grow up.
After mustering up the courage to look at Lester, Sindra said softly.
"Lester, me, are we friends?"
"Of course, we can sit under the tree and chat together, look into the distance together, and share happiness together. This is a friend. If a friend shares his depression every day and makes you feel unhappy, then he must not be a qualified friend.
Leave your best to others, this is the true meaning of friends."
Turning her head to look at Saint Lyupasvo, Sindra apologized secretly.
After pouring so much bitterness on Paswal, she is really an unqualified friend.
No wonder Paswal has been reluctant to pay attention to her.
Glancing at the horse that was wandering nearby but not running away, Sindra thought of Lester's identity as a traveler and suddenly felt worried about gain and loss.
She also wants to hear more stories, listen to more songs, and eat more delicious food.
She didn't want to come and leave.
"Lester, will you leave here?"
Naturally, one cannot fail to see Syndra's expectations, Lester said softly.
"Yes, this is my habitat during my journey. Maybe tomorrow, or one day in the future, when there is nothing worth remembering in this place, I will embark on the journey again, to other places."
