At the end of the fourteenth avenue is a stone statue, imbued with the style of the Second Age of the End of the Dharma. Erected in the middle of the Stone Square, it commemorates a hero who died during the Second Age of the End of France, who is said to have saved the city of Dumille. As survivors, people live on this land with gratitude.

But the calm world is like the eve of a thunderstorm, surprisingly quiet.

It's been a quiet and indulgent afternoon, and Ivas fell asleep on his large fir desk, the pale red melodious scent of fir and the brisk chirping of toot birds to make him fall asleep. He dreamed that the wafting fragrance of the glutinous rice balls of the Dragon Kingdom spread into his mind, as if he had returned to a few years ago—the same enticing fragrance from the butterfly-shaped strand of his mother's waist-length hair knotted with cloves.

He dreamed of his home, on the easternmost island of Du City, Ava Island, a forgotten corner of the world. The sea of blue-purple hyacinths bloomed all over the hill in front of the hut, my sister's swing hung under the fiery pine, a few seabirds flew under the fiery pine on the hill, and the messenger of the wind rustled through the leaves. The seashells of the beach quietly enjoy the lazy sun, and the fine sand fills the gaps with the waves.

As the easternmost island of the Dragon Kingdom, Ava Island is often forgotten.

Four hundred and seventy-eight years ago, when the Wyndas Empire (renamed the "Dragon Kingdom" after the establishment of the Second Holy Alliance) was deep in the western battlefield and could not extricate itself, this was the front line of the eastern battlefield, always on guard against the attack of the thunder demon on the east side of Aiva Island.

More than 500 years have passed, and this is no longer a military fortress in the unquiet years of the past, nor is it a place where monsters and beasts haunted in the past. Now Ava Island is just a small island, a small island that is rarely frequented.

Awa Island is so small that it takes less than a day to walk around the island. If you are lucky enough to have a bicycle, you can go around the island in three or four hours.

The island has a small port, a small hill, a small forest, a small stream. There are less than 100 inhabitants on the island, more than 20 households, and they mainly make a living from fishing. The days can be regarded as nourishing, less of the hustle and bustle of the big city, and more of the tranquility from nature.

The climate on Awa Island is always pleasant, with the morning sun shining on the grass, dew dropping on the grass and butterflies dancing among the wildflowers. The mist of water emanates from the water droplets, staying between the inches of grass, giving people an obscure beauty. Chasing lost butterflies among the grasses, lying on the wet grass and looking up at the blue sky. Compare a large box with your hand, thumb to index finger, as if you can fit the sun. When Ivas was a child, he and his sister Clad used to go to the creek to catch crabs, and her sister was always caught in the crabs, which hurt her so much that she couldn't sleep well for two or three days, and the brother and sister often went hunting in the small forest with their longbows on their backs, and when they were lucky, they would hunt an adult Ava Island hare, and when they were unlucky, they would only pick some edible wild mushrooms. These are good memories of Evas, and even more than 50 years later, he still remembers these childhood memories.

"Brother, you wait for me!" this is what Clad used to say in his ear when he was a child, "I'm a girl, can't I slow down?"

"Keep up with yourself!"

"But I can't walk, I'm so tired, can you carry me, like Daddy?" Clad's gentle voice was as soft as a marshmallow.

"Don't carry it, go by yourself. ”

"Then I'll go back and tell Dad about this, and I'll see what he says about you then!"

"Okay, okay!" Ivas relented every time he was threatened by his sister, "Come on!" he crouched down.

"Brother is the best!" Clad smiled brightly.

Walk along the cobblestone paths, where the fresh scent of wildflowers emanates, up the creek on the hill where Evas's home is. As the sky fell, and as the smoke rose, Ivas gently opened the door with Clad, who was already asleep, on his back, and saw the thick steam of heat in the kitchen and dining room. Suddenly, my sister, who was still asleep, woke up immediately, changed into a black short skirt and short-sleeved top, jumped around, revealing a slender waist, and her innocent smile was full of happiness. The busy mother is wearing a white dress blowing in the breeze, like fairy snow dancing in the wind, ethereal and dexterous. The fragrance of her waist-length hair at the ends of her hair permeated her surroundings like a calamus blossom. She stood at the table and set the tableware, and the table was filled with delicious delicacies, all of which were Evas's favorite meals.

"Coming back?"

"Yes. ”

"Where did you go with your sister today?"

"Go to the creek and catch crabs. But I didn't catch it. ”

"Let's wash our hands first, and when your dad gets back, we'll have dinner!"

"Daddy?"

"Your dad went out fishing today, and he should be coming back. ”

Evas turned his head to look out the window, and a pleasant whistle came from down the hill. Soon my father came from the hill, dressed in a simple light blue fisherman's suit, carrying two large sea fish, with a happy smile on his face. The blue-purple hyacinths on the hill bloomed brilliantly, like a blue-purple ocean blending into another endless sea.

"Two little ones, there are fish again. ”

"Daddy!" Clad ran out of the door excitedly, "It's amazing! It's tuna again, and Daddy is the best guy." ”

"Of course, my little princess. Rivas lifted Clad alof, "Your dad is the best man in the world. ”

Hearing the curtain of white shells under the eaves lifted, Ivas knew his father's return, followed by the sound of his father's steady footsteps, the dull sound of his casual and powerful steps crashing against the cobblestone path.

One, two, three, each step is clearly audible.

"Coming back?"

"It's back!" Rivas looked at Norod quietly.

Nonord turned his head sideways to kiss Revas' blade-like lips, closing his eyes as if everything around him had become still.

"Ahh

Rivas reached out and touched the back of Nonord's head, and gently pressed her forehead with his forehead, "I really miss you after so long no see." ”

"Who isn't?" said Nonord, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Mom, I'm still here!" Clad said, tugging at Nonord's dress.

"Alright, alright, my little angel is here!" Nonord crouched down and picked up Clad at his feet, "Let's go to dinner with Daddy, okay?"

"Absolutely!"

Rivas looked at the mother and daughter quietly, smiling.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back. Nonord kissed Revas' handsome face and whispered in his ear, "Ready to eat! ”

"Okay. Rivas patted Nonould on the shoulder, "I'll go see my good son first." ”

Eivas tried hard to remember what his father looked like, whether he had a beard, a mustache or a beard, whether he had wrinkles on his forehead, three or five, whether he had big earlobes, what shape of his eyebrows were, whether his hair was curly, what color was his hair, how tall was he, one meter seven or one meter seventy-five, were his arms strong, was he fat or fat?

Gradually, a feeling of loss began to grow in Ivas's mind, and a voice whispered to him, "It's just a dream, your father won't be coming back." ”

Broken dreams.

Itwas as if Ivas had fallen into the pitch-black abyss in an instant, and countless black hands stretched out from the abyss pulled him out. He shouted desperately, "Don't leave me, don't go!" But he saw the beautiful scenery in front of him shatter into countless pieces like glass, and a sense of powerlessness swept through his body, and the light in front of him disappeared without a trace. A thorn bird landed in a mass grave and lost its way.

The empty ravine did not respond, only the echoes of Ivas himself and the sighs of the undead in countless dreams.

"Don't go, don't go. Evas's voice grew weaker and weaker, so small that he could not even hear himself, where he was, in the air or on the ground? The sky was free, not so viscous, and the earth was earthy, not so illusory. Ivas felt like he was sinking underwater, but he couldn't feel the cold temperature of the bottom of the water.

Ivas gave up, he allowed himself to accelerate his fall under the pull of the black hand, he didn't know when he would be headed. Then he let out a long sigh, and he thought it would be fine if it did. He closed his eyes and felt that the world was quiet, without any sound.

Fall, fall.

In the moment of losing consciousness, a large, powerful hand pulled Ivas out of the abyss.

Ivas began to regain consciousness, like a spring of clear water welling up in his heart, cold and fast, he asked his confused self:

Where is this?

On Ava Island?

Is my father still there?

Didn't he come back?

Just when Ivas was confused, he seemed to see the grand roof, the windows more than four meters high were embedded in the gray stone brick wall, and the image of the starry sky in the dome was particularly blurred. The light outside the window was so dazzling that Ivas couldn't open his eyes for a while. After a few words of sleep, he turned back to sleep.

A stern voice came from beside him, "Evas!"

It's as if a phantom song at the intersection of yin and yang pulls Ivas out of the good. Ivas thought it wasn't a dream, thinking that he was really back to his home ten years ago. It was still a complete home, and the hyacinths were still blue-purple at that time. My father would walk to the end of the cobblestone path on the side of the hill, carrying two fish enough for a family of four to eat for three days. Under the eaves, the curtain made of white shells is lifted, and there is a steady sound of footsteps.

But as soon as he opened his eyes and saw the angry Mr. Kramer, Evas's heart sank, and he quickly struggled to find that the red fir desk was crawling with his own saliva, and the corners of his mouth were still dripping on the table. Ivas hurriedly took out a yellow handkerchief embroidered with blue flowers from his drawer and wiped the saliva from the table and the corners of his mouth, looking very embarrassed.

He found out that he was still in school, and he felt a pang of regret in his heart. Evas really wanted to have a cup of afternoon tea, preferably black tea, with a few pieces of ice and a little sugar in it under the eaves of Aiva Island. A few more crispy and delicious cookies made by Mom would also be a good idea. I want to see my sister Clad swing the little swing high under the fire pine, and sometimes it seems to block the sun in the sky.

But in an instant, he understood that he was still in class, the last class of Lilos Academy, and it was Mr. Kramer's class.