"Don't you want something else, such as porridge with shiitake mushrooms, Ehime jelly oranges, steamed vegetables and eggs with yellow sauce, carrot omelets, oh, I remember, today there are passion fruit jam, toast, sea ......."

These are all delicacies of the Dragon Kingdom, and Uncle specially prepared a lot this morning, hoping that Ivas can have a good meal.

"Uncle, all I need is a bowl of oatmeal yam paste. Ivas pointed to the pot with the oatmeal yam paste.

"Okay, oatmeal yam paste. The uncle was a little frustrated, after all, he had prepared so much, and he still hoped that Ivas could choose some others, "Do you really want anything else?

"Yes, uncle, all I need is a bowl of oatmeal yam paste. Ivas nodded, definitively.

"Listen to me first. The uncle put his hands in front of him and made a gesture to stop, "There are also egg scones, winter melon porridge, cranberry soft cow Europe, two-color waffles, and ......."

The uncle gushed endlessly, and the mother-in-law, who was sitting on the row of leather sofas by the window, rolled her eyes and looked out the window, watching the morning light on the horizon gradually illuminate the night of Ducheng.

"Anything else? other than what I just said. When the uncle finished speaking, Ivas asked. All he wanted was a bowl of oatmeal yam paste.

"I'm sorry, that's all. The uncle said embarrassedly, "This is indeed all the dishes, is there anything you want to eat? ”

Ivas smiled helplessly, very grateful in his heart, and said calmly: "Uncle, thank you." Thank you for preparing me so much. ”

"Have you figured out what you're going to eat?"

The uncle's expectant look made it difficult for Ivas to refuse. But Evas only wanted a bowl of oatmeal and yam paste. Because since he was a child, Ivas has been accustomed to eating oatmeal yam paste in the morning, which is a habit that thunder can't move.

"I'm sorry, uncle. I just want to eat a bowl of oatmeal yam paste. ”

The uncle wanted to say something again, but was interrupted by his mother-in-law, who was sitting on a row of leather sofas.

"Let the child choose for himself, he will take what he wants to eat, why do you have to worry about it?" The mother-in-law didn't look back, still looking out the window, her voice was not old, but it couldn't be compared to the delicate voices of those young Dragon Country girls.

"How can you say that, the child has his last meal today, of course he has to eat better. The uncle walked out of the window and said to his mother-in-law, who was sitting by the window.

"But what does it matter to him what he wants to eat?" The mother-in-law turned her head, looked at the two people by the window, and said, "You don't know, this kid has only eaten oatmeal and yam paste for breakfast for five years, and he told you all yesterday, and you did it for nothing." ”

"I ......" the uncle tried to defend himself, but was interrupted by Ivas.

"Uncle, I really just want to be the same, a bowl of oatmeal yam paste. Ivas understood his uncle's intentions, so he said patiently.

The uncle shook his head and let out a long sigh, his face full of grievances like a sad six-year-old boy.

"Well, since that's the case. The uncle raised his voice slightly, as if announcing something important, "Then as usual, a bowl of oatmeal yam paste." ”

With that, he turned his burly body and uncovered a cauldron, and suddenly the heat rose, making the air cloudy. The chill of the morning was instantly washed away by the heat that burst from the shop window. He carefully served a large bowl of warm oat yam paste, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of oats and yams as they were mixed. The uncle carefully wiped away the soup stains that dripped on the edge of the bowl with a handkerchief, carefully placed the bowl flat on the marble stone table in front of the window, and then handed it to Ivas who was standing outside the window with both hands.

"Hold it steady, be careful, it's a little hot. The uncle reminded Ivas and looked intently at the bowl in his hand for fear of breaking it.

"Thank you. Ivas took the top edge of the bowl with both hands, it wasn't too hot, and it was easy for him to hold it steady.

Watching Ivas smoothly take the oat yam paste, the uncle said to Ivas regretfully, "It's a pity that you won't be able to eat other delicacies in the future." ”

Ivas smiled, didn't say anything, took a large bowl of hot paste, walked step by step to the seat by the window, and sat opposite the mother-in-law. The mother-in-law gave Ivas a shallow smile, and Ivas nodded back to her mother-in-law.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very well, Granny Eton, how are you sleeping?" asked Evas.

"I slept a little late last night and am a little tired now. ”

"Why don't you go to bed early?" asked Evas.

"You know, I've been working on a new book recently. ”

"Oh, I know that. Ivas touched his head and said, "Inspiration?"

"Guess how many words I wrote yesterday?" asked Granny Eton, looking over her head, a smile written on her face.

"Three thousand?"

"Guess again. ”

"Five thousand?"

"Evas, you're a smart kid, can't you guess?"

"Eight thousand, it certainly won't exceed that! it's already an astronomical number!" Ivas said, his tone firm.

Granny Eton smiled, "I wrote 11,000 words. ”

"Eleven thousand?" cried out Eivas in surprise, "my God, I can guarantee that there is no second writer in the world who can write so much in one day." ”

"It's nothing, it's just nothing to write. "Actually, you can try to be a writer, and I have a gut feeling that you're going to be the greatest writer in the world." ”

"Forget it, I'm not interested in writing at all. ”

Again, one day you will discover the charm of writing. ”

"Maybe!" Ivas said casually.

"How many days will it take to get back to Ava Island?"

"Two days. "On the first day, you'll go to the ancient city of Ipsen, and then you'll be on Ava Island in one day from the port of Ipsen. ”

"The weather has been good lately, so you shouldn't be in danger when you go to sea. Grandma Eaton said.

"I'm going to be lucky for more than a week. ”

"It's good to be home. The mother-in-law's voice was full of envy, and the crow's feet on the shallow bags under her eyes spread out to the sides of her eyes with the smile.

"That's right, go home. I haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know if it's changed. Evas lowered his head and stirred the oatmeal yam paste back and forth in the bowl with a spoon, hoping it would cool faster.

"It's good to go back. The mother-in-law looked at Ivas and was still a little reluctant in her heart, "You must miss your mother!"

Ivas raised his head and looked at his mother-in-law's turquoise pupils, "yes, I've been thinking about my mother all these days, and I really don't know how she's doing." ”

"It's time to go back, how many years have you been in Dumille?" asked the mother-in-law, dragging her chin with her right hand.

Ivas stared at the oat yam paste in his bowl and replied, "Five years, it's been five years since I came to Dumille City!"

"Awa Island is a great place, it's a nice environment. "Mother-in-law is not good at small talk, so she can only talk casually to relieve the embarrassment caused by the silence.

"yes, Ava Island is beautiful. Where is your hometown, mother-in-law?" asked Ivas looking up with interest.

"My hometown...... It's a small city......" The mother-in-law said meaningfully, looking up at the tall ceiling, feeling as if she was infinitely shrinking, her memories were touched by something, she closed her eyes and was silent for a moment, and asked softly: "Sefante, have you heard of it?"

"Sevant?" Ivas shook his head as he put down the spoon in his hand that was stirring the oatmeal yam paste. Presumably, Sefan is a small city in the Dragon Kingdom like Zhuwen.

"I've only heard of Sevanism. ”

"The Sevantes have nothing to do with the Sevans, it's just that the names are more similar. The mother-in-law said.

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of that. Evas shrugged.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, after all, I don't have any memory of Sevante either. The mother-in-law propped herself up on the table and clasped her hands into fists.

Ivas shook his eyebrows and began to turn the spoon again, this time changing the direction of the spoon's stirring, from clockwise to counterclockwise.

The two fell into an awkward silence again, but they were unexpectedly broken by a voice. "How's it going?" the uncle suddenly appeared behind Ivas and patted Ivas on the back. Ivas was so startled that he almost spread his whole body on the oatmeal yam paste.

"What are you discussing?"

"Uncle, you almost slapped me on this paste. Evas turned his head in a reproachful tone.

The silent mother-in-law spoke: "You too, if you want to speak, just talk about it, why scare the child." The mother-in-law's tone was reproachful, and then she rolled her eyes again.

"Okay, okay, my mistake. The uncle spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "But were you talking about Sevant just now?" I overheard the word. ”

The mother-in-law was about to speak but was snatched away by Evas, "Yes, the mother-in-law said that this is her hometown. Ivas tested the temperature of the oat yam paste, and flattened his mouth, still a little hot. Stir again in a clockwise direction.

"Why have I never heard you talk about it?" the uncle was surprised and asked very exaggeratedly, "Didn't you say that you grew up in Ducheng?"

The mother-in-law moved the corners of her mouth, revealing a disapproving expression, "You asked me last time where I grew up, and you didn't ask where my hometown was. The mother-in-law didn't like the uncle's startled appearance, and then she also made a very exaggerated expression from the uncle, "This time I am saying where my hometown is, and my hometown is different from the place where I grew up." ”

Evas, without interjecting, tried the temperature of the oat yam paste again. But it still doesn't work, the temperature is still a bit high. He changed the direction of stirring clockwise to the direction of stirring counterclockwise. He looked up at the clock hanging in the dining hall, and at sixty-thirty-five, twenty minutes before the coachman would park the carriage at the back door of the inn, which was the main entrance of the dining hall. There's still time, he thought.

"Are you saying that you were born in Sefan and grew up in Ducheng?" the uncle was a little suspicious, and his eyes with brown pupils were magnified several times, "right?"

"Yes. The mother-in-law pulled up the hair that had fallen out with her right hand, and the colorful black hair with silver threads exuded a slight fragrance, "I came to Ducheng with my parents when I was a child, and I grew up in Ducheng after that. ”

"Oh. The uncle nodded, and looked very exaggerated, as if he had solved some earth-shattering mystery.

"What?" asked the mother-in-law, who also noticed the uncle's unusual expression, "You seem to understand something." ”

Ivas didn't interject, and he tried the temperature of the oatmeal yam paste again. Well, this time it's about the same. Immediately, with a spoon in his right hand, he patiently scooped the oat yam paste into his mouth spoonful by spoonful. A spoonful of hot food was put into the stomach, and all the chills in the body were forced out in an instant, and the stomach was warm. He stopped stirring and began to eat one bite at a time, not paying attention to the conversation between the uncle and the mother-in-law.

"I had a friend when I was a kid and she had a good time with me. Like you, he was also Sevante, but then left. The uncle put away his exaggerated expression and said seriously, "I've been looking for her for the past few years and want to see her." ”

"Then why don't you leave here?" the mother-in-law looked at the uncle's brown eyes and asked in a low voice, "You can't find the person you are looking for when you stay here, why have you stayed here for so long?"

"yes. The uncle was lying on the chair with his whole body relaxed, like a deflated balloon, "I'm looking for her, maybe she's looking for me too." We don't know how big the world is, and instead of all looking for each other, I might as well stop and let him come to me. Maybe it's quicker. The uncle looked at the high ceiling and felt very small, as if everything in front of him was still.

The mother-in-law didn't speak, and looked down silently as Ivas ate breakfast one bite at a time, "Five years, it's really fast." She sighed.

"yes, that's fast. The uncle sighed, and the uncle patted the back of Ivas, who was concentrating on eating, "Remember that you could only reach my chest then, and now you can hit me on the eyebrows." ”

Evas coughed dryly a few times, and it took a while for him to stop. The mother-in-law handed Evas a few napkins and told him to wipe the food from the corners of his mouth. Ivas took it casually and looked back at the uncle beside him, "Uncle, can you stop filming me? Ivas had said this sentence countless times, because the uncle often patted Ivas on the back during his meals, which made Ivas choke on a mouthful or two. Despite Evas's repeated stresses and warnings, Uncle has not changed his bad habits.

"Don't joke with your child, he said you've been five years and you haven't changed. The corners of the mother-in-law's mouth turned up slightly, and she persuaded the uncle, "Ivas will have to hurry up for a while, let him finish eating quickly, don't delay the formation of the next one, you must know that the sixth route to Aiva Island has very few voyages, maybe the next voyage will be in two weeks." ”

Listening to his mother-in-law's words, Ivas hurriedly raised his head and looked at the wall clock in the dining hall, six forty-five, and ten minutes to go. At this time, the sky was completely bright, the hazy fog had all dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth, waking up the sleeping Du Cheng. Ivas picked up a large bowl of oat yam paste, which was less than a fifth left, held it to his lips, and shaved all the remaining oat yam paste, then he pulled out a tissue on the table and wiped the food from the corners of his mouth.

"How long is it left, Evas?" the uncle asked.

"Ten minutes. Ivas let out a long burp.

"Then don't worry, sit down again, maybe there won't be a chance in the future!" the uncle put his left hand on Evas's shoulder, like a father resting his arm on his son's shoulder.

"Have you heard of Xianxiangxue?" the mother-in-law looked at Evas.

"Haven't heard of it. Ivas shook his head, "Is Xianxiangxue a plant?

"Then I'll tell you more. The mother-in-law took a breath and said without a pause, "Xianxiangxue is also known as fragrant iris, we call it Phrygia, and the people of Ningguo call it Yangwan Yuxiang. It blooms in April and May and bears fruit from June to September. The main flowers are yellow fragrant snow orchid and red lily, and the three-color leaves and palm bamboo leaves have the meaning of yearning for the future. ”

"Mother-in-law, but ......" Ivas was about to speak, but was interrupted by his mother-in-law.

"Listen to me first, this flower has a beautiful story, I want to tell you. The mother-in-law's voice was very calm, not the slightest impetuous, as if she was sitting quietly on the calm side of the sea and letting the sea breeze blow through her ears.

The uncle next to Ivas didn't interject, and looked out the window at the gradually brightening street, quietly listening to his mother-in-law's story.