"In cartoons, monsters all turn into humans." Qin Wanwan got up from the ground, noticed the small bottle in the other person's hand, and immediately exclaimed,
"Fireflies, where did you catch them?"
Seeing the fireflies, she instantly forgot about the monsters.
The person holding the firefly in his hand was a boy about ** years old. He was very tall, with slightly long hair hanging down in pieces, and a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, as bright as stars.
"Just by the river." The boy looked at her big eyes with tears still hanging from them, with a searching look in them, "Where are you from?"
Qin Wanwan just stared at the fireflies in his bottle, "This is my firefly, can you give it to me?"
The boy looked at the fireflies in the bottle, with a bit of ridicule in his tone, "I obviously caught them, why are they your fireflies?"
"I was chasing him just now and lost it, and then you caught me." She said with sobs.
Looking at her face and then at the fireflies in the bottle, the boy raised the corners of his lips and generously handed the bottle to her, "If you don't cry, I'll give it back to you."
Qin Wanwan pursed her lips and immediately stopped crying. The boy kept his word and delivered the bottle to her seriously.
Holding the fire insect, Qin Wanwan laughed with tears in her eyes.
"You haven't told me where you come from." The boy repeated again.
It's really strange that such a little girl would appear here.
"I am..." Qin Wanwan raised her hand and wanted to point in the direction of the camp. As a result, she raised her hand and looked at the grass that was similar, but she didn't know where to point. "I don't know."
The boy burst out laughing, "You still don't know where you come from?"
"I...I forgot." Qin Wanwan curled her lips, "The grass here grows almost the same."
"That's right." The boy looked at the river, "Then who did you come with?"
Qin Wanwan immediately started talking one by one, "I am with my parents and a lot of people, Grandpa Leng, Aunt Xu Xia, Uncle Zirui... Oh, by the way, Uncle Ajiu, Uncle Cheng Xiao...
"
"So." The boy interrupted her to tell her name, "Why are you here alone."
Qin Wanwan pointed to the firefly in the glass bottle, "I came after it."
"You must remember where you came from so that I can send you back." The boy said.
Qin Wanwan looked at the surrounding grasslands again, and suddenly felt aggrieved again, "But... I can't remember..."
She forgot her way back, and would never see her mother and father again, and then she would become an orphan...
The more he thought about it, the scarier it became, and Qin Wanwan started sobbing again.
"I want a mother, I want to go home, I don't want to become an orphan, orphans are very miserable..."
"Don't cry!" The boy was a little annoyed.
But she ignored him and just kept crying louder and louder.
After frowning, the boy stretched out his palm to wipe away the tears on her face, "If you cry again, you will never see your mother again."
This sentence was so effective that Qin Wanwan stopped crying again.
Looking at the little girl in front of him, and then at the river, the boy's eyes suddenly lit up, "You came here along the river, right?"
Qin Wanwan nodded.
"Then do you still remember that when you came here, the water flowed forward with you?"
Qin Wanwan thought about it carefully, "It seems to be flowing forward with me."
"Then I know you must have come from upstream."
"I'm not from upstream, I'm from Beijing." Qin Wanwan corrected seriously.
