The thirty-second day of the eternal world.

"It's cold! What do you think? Winona rubbed her hands, Wendy was arranging the line for her, and Wilson couldn't fish, so he watched carefully and refueled the campfire.

"It's already warmer than the previous two days, and spring should be coming soon."

"Yes, little Vorm said that spring will be in three days, and the seasons change too quickly here." Winona pulled the float out of her pocket, "Don't be that careful, haha, the fish don't care if the line is knotted." ”

Wendy checks that everything is correct, loads the rod with bait and float, and they accompany Winona to the beach.

"Is fishing hard?" Wilson cleared up a clearing without snow and spread straw rolls for everyone to sit on.

"It's very simple, configure the fishing gear, throw the rod, wait for the fish to take the bait, reel in the rod, and that's it." Winona laughed, "That's what my dad taught me, and Charlie. ”

Wilson and Wendy laughed heartily, "That sounds too simple. ”

"Yes, I did as he was told, and either the fish didn't bite my hook, or they ran away after eating the bait, and never succeeded." Winona flung the line out, "But that's a good step, and now we'll just wait for some of the hapless guys to bite our bait." ”

"Well, who was Charlie you were talking about?"

"It's Winona's sister." Wendy replied for Winona.

"She's been missing for a long time."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Wilson hurriedly apologized for how he kept asking such questions.

"It's okay," Winona waved her hand, "no matter where Charlie goes, I'll definitely take her home, my parents and me, we miss her so much." But first, we have to think about how to get out of this world, haha. ”

"I wish you all a speedy reunion." Wilson noticed that Wendy didn't talk, and he thought, if everyone left this world, what about Abigail? Abigail can only manifest as a ghost here, she can't go out with everyone, Winona wants to leave here, she has to find her sister Charlie, what about Wendy and her sister, they should also be reunited.

Abigail's ghost hovers behind Wendy, she is a white mist, no sound, no body, the only color is the flower on the top of her head, except for the first side will be frightened, the rest of the time Wilson will basically not notice her, can she spy on Wilson's inner thoughts? Do ghosts have this ability?

"School of fish!" Wilson noticed the shadows beneath the surface of the sea.

"Shhhh Be quiet, and you'll scare them away. Wendy gestured with a boo.

"It's okay, they're attracted to the bait." But Winona kept her voice down. Fish are timid creatures, and the footsteps or conversations on the shore can scare them away. "Haha, hooked!" Winona rose from the straw roll, quickly retracted the rod, turned the rod wheel, and dragged a palm-sized fish out of the water.

"It's so small." Wilson dispelled the excitement.

"The fish on the shore are so big, if you want to catch big fish, you have to go to the deep sea area." Winona put the fish she caught in her backpack and handed the rod to Wilson, "Here you go, do you want to give it a try?" ”

"Okay!" Wilson sat up straight, and Wendy rearranged the line with him, "I haven't fished yet." ”

Wilson sat down and Wendy giggled at the look he looked. Soon a fish bite the bait, and Wilson shouts, "Bait!" But the next second he was almost dragged into the water by the biting fish, but Wendy grabbed him, and the fish fled with the bait. It's really a disadvantage!

"This must be a big fish!" Wilson defended his embarrassment.

Winona laughed, "It's as big as Wendy's palm!" ”

Wilson didn't believe it, and tried four or five times in a row, until it was almost dark and he didn't catch a single fish, so he returned the rod to Winona: "Next time, I'll help you sort out your fishing gear." Everyone laughed.

Wormwood came looking for them, and he held up his torch, "It's time to eat!" Time to eat! ”

Winona tied the fish she caught together with a rope and held it in her hand, "Hey, little Walm! How about we eat fish soup tomorrow? ”

"Fish soup, fish soup." Wurmwood looked unhappy, but Wilson understood, and he had always been like this, happy or not.

Winona happily put her arms around Wormwood's shoulders, not caring that he was a "vegetative person". Someone like Winona, he's a lot like Wolfgang.