After leaving the star world, Lorraine 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. Under the moonlight, there is a vast sea of clouds. The clouds are stacked and flowing slowly, just like a real ocean.
But between heaven and earth, there is nothing else.
Individuals appear extremely small in this boundless scenery, so small that they cannot find their own existence in this sea of moonlight and clouds.
Lorraine Hill allowed herself to fall from the sky with the wind, like a light leaf.
There was a slight sound of wind in my ears, and the air flow passed through my body, bringing a gentle touch, like the softest mattress in the world.
She fell into the sea of clouds from a high altitude, and her skin was covered with a light layer of mist. Then she stood out from the sea of clouds and continued to fall.
The water mist is blown by the wind, bringing bursts of coolness, while below is a city dotted with lights and sparks.
The night scene on the earth is upside down in the field of vision, as if it is in the sky, and the lights are getting brighter and brighter.
Distant bells ring from the harbor, the lighthouse stands quietly, and pedestrians, horse-drawn carriages, and vendors are still noisy on the main road.
Under the cover of night, Lorraine Hill avoided everyone's sight, slowly drifted down to the quiet courtyard, and returned again.
Although it is already autumn, you can still hear the low chirping of insects in the grass all around, and the leaves of the pear trees in the courtyard are turning yellow and starting to fall sporadically.
Lorraine Hill walked into the lawn in the courtyard. The soil was a bit soft, and occasionally he could smell the fragrance of wild grass.
Although it was just a short afternoon and evening, she seemed to have experienced several years, so that this small courtyard seemed a bit strange.
"I really don't know how those witches spent such a long life. Are they also tired?"
She pressed her hand on the tree trunk and murmured to herself. The bark was very rough, undulating, and there were many peelings on the surface, and some sawdust fell on her hand.
From a distance, this pear tree looks very healthy, with luxuriant branches and leaves. It’s not until you walk in and touch the trunk that you realize that it has long been scarred.
Maybe this is true.
The breeze blew by, picking up the crumbs in her palms, and she returned to the house.
call--
A weak fire ignited among the straw, and then spread. The dead branches placed among the straw also emitted bursts of green smoke, and a smoky smell began to permeate the house.
shake--
With a slight sound, the dead branches were ignited by the flames, and the green smoke disappeared. The warm and orange flames illuminated the girl's eyes.
She sat by the fire, picked up a few thick pieces of firewood with her white hands and put them in. The damp wood made a slight whistle sound, and small bubbles continued to emerge from the fractures of the wood, turning into wisps of white steam.
The first few dead branches turned into red charcoal, which shone brightly and darkly in the night wind, like breathing. Then the edges turned into gray 'fuzz', and finally slipped off in the breeze and fell into the fine grass ash.
among.
Watching several large logs slowly ignite, occasionally bursting out a few small sparks and making crackling sounds, the girl's mood seems to have warmed up a lot, life has to go on, right?
She stood up, her skirt slid across the chair, walked to the small cabinet next to her, squatted down on her legs, opened the cabinet door, and revealed the ingredients inside, including potatoes, corn, peanuts, and a large winter melon.
"Um......."
Seeing these short and fat guys squatting in the corner, Lorraine Hill was thinking about what to eat tonight. In fact, she wanted to eat meat.
There was no meat prepared, so I sighed in my heart, took out two corns and put them next to me, and then took out three potatoes.
She looked at the pile of raw peanuts but didn't do anything. Then she put her slender hands on the winter melon, stroked it a little, and knocked it again. It still felt big.
Forget it, I can’t eat it.
She closed the cupboard door, picked up the potatoes, walked to the stove, dug a small hole in the ashes under the fire with a stick, put the potatoes in, and then buried the potatoes with the ashes.
Then she turned around and peeled the corn. She tore open the green leaves wrapped on the surface and pulled out the long brown whiskers, which made her hands itch a little.
Finally, leave only the innermost two layers of leaves, and then bury them under the burning fire like the potatoes before, and then just wait slowly.
Warm flames kept peeking 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. The tip of the flame gradually became wisps of blue smoke.
The girl sat quietly by the stove. The orange firelight swayed slightly, coating her body with a light golden color. The shadow behind her stretched long on the ground and swayed constantly. The moonlight outside the window brought chills.
The girl looked at the bright yellow flame and was stunned. She did not have any special memories or thoughts. She allowed the scattered memories to slowly rise and fall in her mind, and a feeling of comfort and peace of mind filled her heart.
It seems like this was the case a long time ago. As long as I sit by the fire in my hometown, a faint happiness will slowly rise in my heart. Maybe I will hold a tabby cat in my arms and put a hot water bottle on the fire.
The sound of adults playing cards could be heard in the house.
Just like that, the girl leaned back on the chair, looked at the gradually blurring firelight, her eyes slowly closed, her body rose and fell slightly, and she entered a peaceful nap.
In the dream, it seems that I have returned to my innocent and happy childhood, running in the mountains, chasing dragonflies, one, two, three... Then I twist the caught dragonflies with my fingers and carefully
observe.
Lift the tabby cat high and imitate the movements of the Lion King.
I was afraid that it would struggle and scratch itself, so I quickly put it down, took out the dragonfly I had prepared in advance, and handed it to it to attract it to come over and calm the cat's nervous mind.
While it is eating, stroke its smooth fur and comfort it, then pick it up and do it again
The fire burned quietly, and unconsciously, she dreamed of many, many more...
Snap——
As a small spark exploded, Lorraine Hill opened his eyes, and his brain became clearer and more comfortable.
The fire in front of me has gradually dimmed. It is surrounded by a circle of burnt wood. The cross section near the center is filled with dark carbon marks. A few scattered flames are attached to the cross section, as if it will go out at any time.
The girl moved the branches and gathered the burned wood toward the center to make it burn again. Then she remembered the corn and potatoes she had buried before.
When you peel back the grass ashes, you can see that one side of the potatoes has already been carbonized, exuding bursts of burnt smell, while the corn is slightly better, buried not as close as the potatoes, and the damaged leaves are peeled away, revealing the full rice grains inside, exuding an alluring fragrance.
It's a bit hot, the girl thought.
Use two wooden branches to pick up the blackened potatoes and throw them into the air. A mass of air will wrap them up, and then a few small wind blades will cut off the blackened parts, leaving the steaming half of the potato, which will slowly fall into the air.
The palm of the girl's hand is separated by a thin layer of airflow to prevent it from burning.
The skin of the roasted potatoes is very easy to tear open, revealing the soft and waxy part inside, but it is still inedible as it is very hot.
Lorraine Hill circulated the breeze to cool down, then took a bite, and the faint sweetness of starch began to spread in his mouth.
After eating a few potatoes, it’s time to eat corn.
Roasted corn was a girl's favorite in her previous life. Whether it is roasting corn or eating roasted corn, it makes people happy.
There are some burnt marks on the surface of the corn kernels, but they are very sweet inside. When the hot kernels are mixed into your mouth, you can feel the smell of fire.
Just like that, on a quiet night, the silver-haired girl happily ate corn, regardless of the carbon black staining her cheeks, like a tabby cat.