The thirty-second day of the eternal world.

Wendy has a lot of appliances in their base.

After a brief chat last night, Wilson was able to take a closer look at this oasis today. Wormwood was reluctant to talk to anyone, and Winona, the female worker, had a lot to do, so Wendy took Wilson around. Having lived in the Oasis for so long, Wormwood has built it very well.

"This is Little Wurm's farm, and he transplanted a lot of crops. However, we picked it before the winter and now we don't have anything. ”

"Is that a beehive," Wilson said, noticing the bees' sweet home, "what a field of flowers!" ”

"Yes, Worm is a great farmer and we get delicious honey. Would you like to eat a little? Wendy ran over and took out a piece of honey from the fridge, "Maybe you should warm it up before eating it." ”

"It's okay." Wilson devoured, "Honey is a rare delicacy. ”

Wendy giggled at him, Abigail's ghost swirled in circles in the air, and her head was adorned with flowers.

"I see that you have a lot of fishing rods thrown at home, and you still fish?"

"Winona and little Worm know how to fish, didn't you notice our Oasis Lake?"

"But it's dry."

"In the summer, there will be water, and there will be fish." Wendy stroked, "But lately they've been fishing from the sea, and the fish is delicious. ”

"Your food is so rich!" Wilson lamented, "There's honey, there's meat, there's fish, there's eggplant, tomatoes, potatoes, so much well-kept food in the fridge." To be honest, I don't have such a wide variety of cooking in my base. There are so many of us that we can only eat meatballs and vegetable chowder. ”

"How many of you are there?" Wendy asked.

"Me, Willow, Granny, Wegford, Wolfgang, Woody, Webber, Chef Wally, Robot, and Vess. There were ten of us. Wilson counted on his fingers, "We also have a base, but we lack a lot of useful buildings, refrigerators, lightning rods, thermometers, spotlights, we don't have any." ”

"It's all the work of Worm and Winona. Abigail and I couldn't help much. ”

"How long have you been here? I mean, to come into this world. Wilson had been some distance away from his house, and he saw cacti and bare, jagged rocks in the desert.

"How long, do you remember, Abigail?" But the ghost couldn't answer, "Twenty days, or thirty days, the concept of time here should be different from our original world." ”

"Then I can take the liberty of asking, how is your sister-"

"Car accident, she had a car accident." Wendy lowered her head, her hat blocking her view and keeping Wilson from noticing her emotions, "My twin sister left me like this, and we should have been inseparable. Life was a dull one when I lost her, until that day when nightmares came to me, I was terrified, I would never have been afraid of anything, because Abigail would always be with me. So I came into the world, but is it good or bad? Abigail was resurrected. Wendy took off her hat and she also had a pink flower in her hair, "in the form of a ghost." But I don't care if she's a ghost or anything, as long as she's with me. Little Wurm said we came from 'outside', everyone who came here has some kind of reason, Abigail is the reason why I'm here, if I leave here, if I leave this world, Abigail has to stay, she can't run away with me. So a lot of times, I thought, it's actually pretty good here. What do you think? ”

"But we don't belong here, after all." Wilson replied.

"Perhaps." Wendy sometimes speaks like an unweathered child, and sometimes like an adult who has been through the vicissitudes of life.

So the two were silent, strolling around the oasis in the winter day. Winona waved her headscarf in the distance, and she was greeting them.