The twentieth day into the eternal world.

Wilson was woken up by the rain. I really didn't expect it to rain heavily on the last day of autumn, and the rain doused their campfires, wetting their clothes and backpacks, wet and cold.

"Hurry up, I'm going to freeze to death!" Willow curled up in her arms and hid under a tree with Bernie in her arms.

Wilson was still trying to make a fire out of flint, but the firewood was damp and the rain didn't seem to stop. Wilson was compelled to bring in the straw rope loops to light them, which were supposed to be used to bundle the wood, and it was expected that they should have gathered enough mushrooms and birch fruits this morning to return to the base in the afternoon, but as such, they could not go back in the pouring rain.

It was always overcast, it was hard to tell the time, the temperature was getting colder, Wilson and Willow kept adding fuel to the campfire, the rain was exacerbating the burning of wood, and all the trees that had been cut down yesterday were used for fire. Wilson thought it was noon, and he begged the rain to stop as soon as possible, and according to the old grandmother, the temperature would drop sharply when winter came, and they could not survive in the wild without warm clothing, and he should bring the winter hat that the old woman had knitted for them.

Speaking of Grandma Vickbaton, Wilson has always been puzzled, she always gives the right guidance, and she always says that she is a librarian, which is rightfully due to her level of knowledge. But she knew the world too well, but whenever Wilson asked the grandmother, her answer was noncommittal. Wilson thought that the old lady must have something to hide from everyone, and she definitely knew more than she said.

Luckily, the weather was still gloomy, but the rain stopped. Wilson and Willow hurried up, packed their belongings, and rushed back to the base. Before leaving, Willow did not forget to find her "little meow", and the raccoon cat also hid in the hollowed-out tree trunk to hide from the rain, which must be its nest.

"Come out, little meow~" But no matter how Willow called, the raccoon was just lazily curled up in the nest, and Willow had to reluctantly say goodbye to it, "I'll come back to see you next time!" ”

They eventually returned to base at nightfall. Willow held a torch for lighting, Wilson carried two backpacks, the stone fire pit at the base was burning brightly, Weiss sat on the trunk of a tree, Wilson was used to Weiss's sign language welcome, Willow threw the torch to him, she didn't have time to bake the fire.

"You're back." Granny Vickbarton heard Wilson and walked out of the tent.

"Do you still have insomnia?"

"It's not insomnia, I can't sleep at all." The old woman took out the food from the wooden box, "You must be hungry, this is Wally's cooking, I should warm it up for you." ”

Woody and Wolfgang made a simple awning out of wooden planks a few days ago, and everyone moved the boxes into the shed, which effectively prevented the rain from wetting the materials and food stored by everyone, so the food that Grandma brought to Wilson was basically dry.

"What about the others?" Willow asked as she roasted the fire.

"Haven't come back yet."

"Only we're back?" Wilson skewered meatballs on twigs and grilled them hot.

"That's right." The old woman said worriedly, "I hope they all have enough fuel to make a fire, it's too cold in winter." ”

After a simple bite of food, everyone quickly fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, there was no doubt that winter had arrived. Everywhere the eye looked, the environment seemed to become cold, the air was filled with the peculiar smell of winter, the sun rose, and the sun no longer seemed warm against this background, and the most surprising thing for Wilson was that the birds that fell from the sky were no longer cardinals, but blue and white snowfinch.

"Ah, winter is coming." Willow emerged from the tent.

Wilson replied, "Yes, winter is here." ”