The August wind is like a lover, hot and lingering, the strong sun bakes the pine forest, and the pine fragrance wafts slowly.

Rose is lying on a bench on the estate, her face covered with a book, soaking up the sun.

"Auntie!"

Doka ran over excitedly.

Rose took the book, looked at Doka, got up and walked over, and hugged him: "Doka, you have grown taller and heavier, and you haven't seen him for a long time!" ”

"Auntie, why are you always so busy, do you think of Doka when he can't see you?"

Doka said, leaning on Rose's shoulder and refusing to come down.

"Of course I will think of you, my little prince."

Speaking of northern dialect, roses are really poor in words.

"Auntie, do you have any good stories to tell me lately?"

Doka put her arms around Rose's neck, her eyes blazing at Rose, her long eyelashes blinking.

"Well, have you heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood?"

"I guess I've heard it, I don't remember."

"Then my aunt will tell you again."

Rose said, putting down Doka and retelling him the story of Little Red Riding Hood.

"What kind of inspiration did you receive after hearing this story, clever Doka?"

"Be careful when you're out and about, don't believe what the bad guys say, and don't tell the bad guys about yourself."

Doka tilted her little head earnestly as she spoke, like a cute bird.

"But Doka, do you know who's the good and who's the bad out there?"

Rose looked at Doka earnestly.

Doka pursed his lips and shook his head.

"My aunt told you that if you meet someone you don't know outside, and you are not sure whether he is a good person or a bad person, then you should treat him as a bad person and stay away from him.

Of course, we should not hurt others when they are not hurting us.

And don't just tell someone that you think this person is a bad person.

Remember, when you go out, guard against everyone but your own family, and don't trust others.

You can be polite to others, but when you want to help others, be sure to do so while keeping yourself safe. ”

Rose suddenly said so much, Doka couldn't hear it, and he asked slowly, "Then how do I know that I am safe to help others?" ”

"If you're with us, with mom and dad and aunt, or someone like Lisa, and someone asks you for help, you can ask us to help someone else with you.

If someone sees you, a little kid, playing there and comes to ask for help, then you have to go back to the adult and stay away from the person.

When you come to an adult, you can tell us that this person needs help, and we know if he is a good person or a bad person. ”

"Oh, I see. Just don't be alone to help people you don't know. ”

"Doka is so smart." Rose said, touching Doka's head.

Doka and Buck play a game of passing in the yard.

Looking at Doka's happy figure, Rose reminisced about the past.

At the age of thirteen, Rose, who had just returned to the North, was forced to attend a drinking party with her family.

On top of the reception, Rose was at a loss with a small pastry.

Leah was taken away by the other children because of her popularity, leaving Rose alone to wander around the meal.

She remembered that on the other side of the food area was a row of colorful flower walls, and she was curious to see if the flowers on the flower wall were real or fake.

As she walked through the crowd towards the flower wall, she accidentally rubbed the cake in her hand against a gentleman.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry."

Rose looked down for a tissue, trying to wipe off a piece of her body that had been soiled by herself.

"Little girl, I don't know whose child you are, but you only say sorry, isn't it too insincere." 17

Rose looked up and saw a smiling face, which was not a friendly one.

"I'm from Ivan's family, and if my clothes get dirty, I can apply with my family for compensation."

The young rose, though not short, still needs to look up to this person when she speaks.

"House Ivan, idiot! Your father's fool married your mother. Your whole family is stupid, and I don't need any compensation from fools. ”

The man said, smiling sarcastically, looking at the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and Rose longed to smooth it with an iron.

"Keep your mouth clean! Mr! ”

Rose glared at the person in front of him, and when he heard Rose's words, he punched Rose on the shoulder, and Rose dodged to the side, and he stumbled forward.

"Restrain yourself child, you have to be a gentleman in front of a lady, do you understand?"

It was an old man who spoke, well-dressed and with silver hair.

The man looked at the old man and stopped, glanced at the rose angrily, and left.

"Don't be afraid, child! That's how he is. ”

"Thank you, uncle." Rose saluted the old man.

"Whose family are you? The girl of the Ivans? ”

"Yes, my name is Elena. Ivanova. Rose awkwardly said her northern name.

"What a nice name!"

"Thank you!"

"What about your relatives, didn't they accompany you?"

After listening to the old man's words, Rose looked around and couldn't find her family.

"It's okay, you're safe here, don't worry."

The old man's words gave Rose some comfort, and she smiled and nodded.

Later, the old man and Rose told many strange stories about the families of the northern kingdom.

Rose listened with relish, sometimes sad and sometimes laughing with the content of the story.

After dinner, Rose still didn't find her family, maybe they were busy and forgot about themselves.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the rose, sitting alone on the swing, is a little lost.

"Haven't you seen your family yet?"

It was the old man again, and Rose looked at him and remembered her grandfather.

Rose smiled and shook her head.

"I haven't seen you before, did you just come here?"

Rose nodded.

"This castle is also your first time here?" The old man said and looked at the rose.

Rose nodded.

"Let's go, I'll show you around, you know that there are a lot of beautiful scenery, and you haven't seen it yet."

Rose thought that there was a lot of security in the castle and that there would be no security problems, so she followed behind the old man.

The castle sits on the edge of a cliff with deep woods on one side and the sea on the other.

"In front of you is Hill Garden, standing on the platform of the garden to face the sea breeze and the fragrance of the woods behind you."

As he spoke, the old man took roses and stepped on a cobblestone path that ended in a wooden gate to the garden.

There were two people at the door of the wooden door, and the old man waved to them, and the two of them nodded and left.

The golden sunset shone on the sea, and the old man looked at the sea and chanted.

"Your youthful clothes, admired by everyone, will become ragged, empty and lonely.

Then if people ask about your beauty,

Where is the treasure of your Fantasia,

Say, 'In my sunken eyes is the shame of greed, the praise of nothing.' ’”