After breaking away from the stars, Lorain Hill's figure reappeared in the night sky.

The sky far from the world is very clear, the white moon can clearly see the huge crater above, and under the moonlight, there is a vast sea of clouds, the clouds are cascading, flowing slowly, like a real ocean.

And between heaven and earth, there is nothing else.

The individual appears extremely small in this boundless landscape, too small to find its presence in this sea of moonlit clouds.

Lorain Hill allowed himself to fall from the sky like a light leaf.

The slightest sound of wind is heard in my ears, and the air currents sweep across my body, bringing a gentle touch, like the softest mattress in the world.

She fell from a high altitude into the sea of clouds, and the surface of her skin was covered with a faint mist, and then she stood out from the sea of clouds and continued to fall.

The mist is blown by the wind, bringing coolness, while below is a city full of lights.

The night scene on the earth is upside down in view, as if it were in the sky, and the lights are getting brighter and brighter.

Distant bells rang from the harbour, lighthouses stood silently, and pedestrians, horse-drawn carriages, and hawkers were still noisy on the main road.

Under the cover of night, Lorain Hill avoided everyone's gaze, slowly drifted down the quiet courtyard, and returned again.

Although it was autumn, the grass could still hear the low chirping of insects, and the pear trees in the courtyard had yellowed leaves and began to fall scattered.

Lorain Hill walked into the lawn of the courtyard, the soil was a little soft, and occasionally he could smell a hint of weeds.

Although it was only a short afternoon and evening, it was as if she had experienced years of time, so that this small courtyard seemed a little strange.

"I really don't know, how did those witches spend such a long life, and they would be tired?"

She pressed her hand to the trunk of the tree and muttered to herself. The bark was rough, undulating, with a lot of peeling on the surface, and some sawdust had fallen on her hands.

From a distance, the pear tree was also very healthy and leafy, and it was not until you walked in and stroked the trunk that you realized that it was already scarred.

Maybe that's the truth.

The breeze blew and rolled off the crumbs in her palms, and she returned to the house.

Whew-

A faint flame ignited among the straws, then spread, and puffs of smoke rose from the dead branches placed among the straws, 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, and the warm, orange flames reflected the girl's eyes.

She sat by the fire, and her white hands picked up a few thick sticks of wood and put them in, and the damp wood made a slight whistle sound, and fine foam kept coming out of the broken parts of the wood, turning into a wisp of white steam.

The first few dead branches turned into red charcoal, which shone and darkened in the night breeze, like breathing, and then the edges turned into gray 'fluff', and finally slipped in the breeze and fell into the fine grass ash.

Look at a few big logs slowly burning, occasionally bursting out a few small sparks, making a crackling sound, the girl's mood seems to warm up a lot, life still has to go on, isn't it.

She stood up, her skirt slid across the chair, approached the small cabinet next to her, crouched down on her calves, and opened the cabinet door, revealing the ingredients inside, including potatoes, corn, peanuts, and a large winter melon.

"Uh-huh......."

Looking at these short and fat guys squatting in the corner, Loren Hill was thinking about what to eat tonight, in fact, she kind of wanted to eat meat.

I didn't prepare meat, I sighed in my heart, took out two corns and put them aside, and then took out three potatoes.

Looking at the pile of raw peanuts, she didn't move, then put her slender hand on the winter melon, stroked it slightly, and knocked it again, and it still felt very big.

Forget it, you can't eat.

She closed the door of the cupboard, picked up the potatoes and walked to the stove, cut a small pit in the ashes under the fire with a stick, put the potatoes in, and then buried them with the ashes.

Then turn around and peel the corn. Tearing open the green leaves wrapped in the outer layer, she pulled out her long brown whiskers, which made her hands itch a little.

Finally, only the innermost 2 layers of leaves are left, and then they are buried under the burning fire, just like the previous potatoes, and then just wait slowly.

Warm flames continue to poke out of the fibers of the wood, colorless and transparent at the bottom, white at the top, then pale yellow, orange, red, and the tip of the flame is a wisp of green smoke.

The girl sat quietly by the fire, the orange and yellow fire swayed slightly, gilding her body with a faint layer of gold, the shadow behind her was long on the ground, and kept shaking, and the moonlight outside the window brought a chill.

The girl looked at the bright yellow flame, and was stunned, she had a deliberate memory or thought about something, letting the scattered memories slowly rise and fall in her mind, and a feeling of comfort and peace of mind permeated the bottom of her heart.

It seems that it was like this a long time ago, as long as you sit by the fire in your hometown, a faint happiness will slowly rise in your heart. Maybe you have a big cat in your arms, a kettle on the fire, and the sound of adults playing cards in the room next to you.

In this way, the girl leaned back in the chair, looked at the fading firelight, her eyes slowly closed, her body rose and fell slightly, and she entered a peaceful nap.

In the dream, it seems to return to the innocent and happy childhood, running in the mountains with his feet scattered, chasing dragonflies, one, two, three...... Then twist the caught dragonfly with your fingers and look closely.

Hold the flower cat high in the air, imitating 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 prepared in advance, handed it to it, and lured it over to calm the nervous heart of the cat.

While it's eating, stroke the smooth fur, keep soothing, and then pick it up and do it again~

The fire burned quietly, and before she knew it, she dreamed many, many more ......

Smack-

With the explosion of a small spark, Loren Hill opened his eyes, and his brain was much clearer and more comfortable.

The fire in front of him had gradually dimmed, surrounded by a circle of burnt wood, and the section near the center was a pitch-black carbon mark, and a few scattered flames attached to the section, as if they would be extinguished at any time.

The girl plucked the twig and gathered the burned wood in the center to make it burn again, and then remembered the corn and potatoes that had been buried before.

Peeling off the grass ash, one side of the potato has already been carbonized, exuding a burst of burnt smell, while the corn is slightly better, buried not as close as the potato, and the damaged leaf surface is removed, revealing the full rice grains inside, exuding an attractive fragrance.

It's a little hot, the girl thought.

Pick up the charred potatoes with two wooden branches, throw them into the air, wrap them in a cloud of air, and then cut off the blackened parts with a few small wind blades, leaving half of the potatoes steaming, which slowly fell into the girl's palm, but separated by a thin layer of air currents to prevent hot hands.

The skin of the baked potatoes is very easy to tear open, revealing the soft and glutinous parts of it, but it is still inedible and very hot.

After Loren Hill used the breeze to continuously circulate to cool down, he took a bite, and the faint sweetness of starch began to spread in his mouth.

After eating a few potatoes, it's corn.

Roasted corn is a girl's favorite in her previous life, whether it is roasted corn or eating roasted corn, it makes people happy.

The corn kernels have some burnt marks on the surface, but the inside is very sweet, and the hot grains are mixed in the mouth, and you can feel the smell of flames.

In this way, on a quiet night, the silver-haired girl happily ate corn, ignoring the carbon black staining her cheeks, like a flower cat.