When the first rays of dawn reflect on the earth, the wind returns to its former softness, the wheat fields are still flooded with gold, the ice and snow melt, and the final is gone......

Little Butos opened his eyes, and there was indescribable warmth and comfort in his body.

"Grandfather?" called out to old Butos as usual. But at the moment, there was no mellow smell of bread in the room as usual.

Little Butos's eyes were instantly filled with horror.

The bear goblin's palm had just been raised, and it fell towards Old Butoth......

And after that, little Butos could not remember.

Little Butos' eyes were filled with tears. The birds outside the window are equally full of lost affection.

The lark's eyes were sparkling, it saw old Butos's fingers gradually cold, it saw old Butos smiling to welcome the morning light, it saw old Butos turn into a pile of broken ice in front of the table......

Little Butos picked up a small piece of broken ice from the Witch of the Ages, and the chill instantly hit Little Butos's soul along his fingertips.

Little Butos hurriedly retracted his hand.

The sun was scorching, and what was left of old Butos was melting in the sun.

Little Butos didn't know why, he just wanted to watch the ice melt at the moment......

When warmth replaces cold, the cold turns into clarity.

In the middle of a pool of icy water, a blue crystal shimmered quietly.

Little Butos slowly stretched out his hand towards the blue crystal.

It was the tears left behind by the merman, and it was also the gift and blessing of the Naga tribe to the bloodline of Butos.

The "Tears of the Shark" rolled in the hands of little Butos, and the sunlight penetrated, and the infinite crystal and blue bloomed in the air.

Pathos permeated the depths of little Butos's soul.

Little Butos didn't know where old Butos was now, and Little Butos wanted to wait.

Old Butos had promised little Butos.

However, just as little Butos was waiting for old Butos to return with the "Tears of the Shark" in his hand, the lark in the window lattice suddenly flew into Butos's house, picked up the parchment scroll on the table, and flew out the window.

Little Butos called out to the lark.

The lark flew in a southeasterly direction.

Little Butos quickly chased after the life that had witnessed the sorrow.

The village path was full of old ruts, the air was covered with dust, and the lark with the scroll had lost its song.

When the lark finally stopped, little Butos was outside the village.

Little Butos gasped as he watched the lark hover in mid-air, whirling around the branches.

The parchment scroll was gently dropped.

When little Butos took the parchment scroll, the lark began its final song.

The lark's song is like a torn cloth. Little Butos had never seen such a beautiful being make such a mournful sound......

Little Butos felt like he was about to suffocate.

The lark dances in the air and sings on the edge of life......

Its singing voice grew hoarse. At the end of the voice, the lark offered its throat to the branch closest to it.

Little Butos stared wide-eyed.

The bright color drenched the branches, and the blood dripped gently in front of little Butos......

"Its life is as beautiful as poetry, but it is also bleak as poetry. An elegant but old voice came from behind little Butos.

Little Butos turned around in a sad mood.

Little Butos could not see anything except the cloak and hood.

Her face lurks in the shadows.

"Tell me, son, why are you crying?"

Little Butos shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's because of this lark...... It always sings in front of our window, but ......"

"You didn't think it would be like this, did you?" The old voice was not clear enough, but it sounded very pleasant to little Butos.

Little Butos frowned slightly.

"Eternity is not the meaning of life...... Good things always fade away......"

"My grandfather once said the same thing to me......"

"Oh, who's your grandfather?"

"Bitrice Butos. ”

"I've heard of him, he was a well-known wanderer in the north. The old man's voice was slightly traumatic: "That...... Where is he now?"

Little Butos' tears flowed again.

"I'm looking for him......"

"Such clear tears...... Did he leave anything behind?"

Little Butos wiped away his tears and took out the sheepskin scroll in confusion.

"Maybe it's what he left behind, oh, and this ......" Little Butos took out the "Shark Tears", and the light of the "Shark Tears" dimmed a lot at the moment.

"It's a rare item, you have to put it away. The old man under the cloak stuffed the "Tears of the Shark" into the pocket of little Butos.

"Is it valuable?"

"It was a gift from the Naga people, and money cannot measure its value. ”

Little Butos wiped his face with his sleeve again, and he remembered the story of the blue fish that old Butos told him.

"When the moon falls, you set it before your eyes, and the moon will guide you to what your heart desires most. ”

Little Butos was stunned, what he longed for most in his heart was to see old Butos. From the moment he woke up, everything seemed to be weird, he needed old Butos, and he had never left old Butos.

"You know as much as my grandfather......"

The old man under the cloak smiled.

The wind blew through her hood, but it didn't show her face.

Little Butos raised his head and looked at the kind old man with the clearest gaze: "Can you help me find my grandfather?"

The old man smiled: "Witchcraft has appeared around here, and there are some places where I need to do something......"

"Witchcraft?"

The old man did not answer little Butos again, but stretched out his hand.

It was a pair of extremely beautiful hands, like mutton fat.

The old man's fingers danced slightly, and the glow of green light faintly wrapped around his fingertips.

The old man handed a green leaf into the hands of little Butos: "I can't take you to old Butos, but if you need help, it will take you to me." ”

Little Butos took the green leaf, still with a faint sadness in his heart.

The old man left, and little Butos returned home.

Little Butos unfolded the parchment scroll, a beautiful hand-drawn map. It depicts places that little Butos never visited, and notes what little Butos didn't know...... Little Butos was thus immersed in a world unknown to him.

Gradually, night crept in, and the moonlight climbed the window edge of little Butos.

Little Butos looked up and saw the brighter light than all else, and the fear in his heart faded considerably.

Little Butos carefully placed the "Tears of the Shark" on the table, then folded his hands and prayed reverently: "Old Butos is back...... Old Butos came back ......."

The moonlight poured on the "Tears of the Shark". Little Butos visioned through the blue and quiet light, but what little Butos saw was a claustrophobic place, a very bad, very bad place.