Aunt Hill let Alan and the others into the house, and wiped the chairs in the room twice with a cloth towel before the four of them sat down.

"Why is there no one in my house, my father?"

Alan asked as soon as he sat down.

"Your father left with him shortly after you left. ”

Aunt Hill sighed, as if sorry for the loss of such a good neighbor.

"It turned out that my father had long since left. ”

Alan wasn't too surprised, he had already guessed that his father was leaving, but he didn't expect his father to be gone for so long.

"Did my father say anything when he left?"

Alan was silent for a few moments before continuing to ask.

"Yes, he said he was going to find your mother. ”

"My mother? ”

Alan finally looked incredulous, his mother had died when he was very young, this was confirmed in many ways, was it fake?

"Is it ......?"

Alan's face turned pale, and he thought of the worst.

"Alan, your father knows that one day you will be back, so before I leave, let me tell you: don't think about him, and don't worry about him. Do what you want to do, you should have a good future, he can't help you, let alone bother you, he just wants to spend time with your mother. ”

"Did he say where he was going?"

Alan asked in a difficult tone.

"He only said that he was going to the south, but he didn't say anything specifically. ”

Aunt Hill told Alan everything she knew, and it was clear that Ellen's father didn't want Alan to come to her, so he left very little information.

"Alan, are we going south to find your father?"

Leaving Aunt Hill's house, Fresnel saw that Eren was in a low mood, so he asked, as long as she could be by Alan's side and see Eren happy, it didn't matter what she did. Hearing her words, Kotoya turned her head to look at Allen, revealing an expectant look.

"Forget it, I'm not going. ”

Alan sighed and said indifferently. At this moment, no one can understand his father's state of mind better than Alan himself, because he himself has made a similar decision, no matter whether it is a barren mountain or a lonely lamp or a cold moon, he must accompany his lover for a lifetime, even if that lover is no longer alive in the world but lives in his heart.

The group was silent and went back to the small courtyard where Allen had lived, and after Allen's father left, the house was given to the Hills, who had been using it to store miscellaneous items. Aunt Hill unlocked the door, and Alan walked inside.

The furnishings in the living room are still as I remember them, a simple square table with candlesticks on top of it, and four solid wood chairs. The reason why Alan remembers it is deep is that one day eleven years ago, he came home from a dinner with the neighbor's aunt, and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw a strange old man sitting on the seat in the back, the old man was wearing a pointed hat, holding a long cigarette pouch in his hand, the sparks in the cigarette pouch pot flickered and dimmed, making the old man full of mystery, the old man had a pair of triangular eyes, and the light in the eyes was brighter than the sparks in the cigarette pouch pot.

"Duran, this is your son?"

Seeing Alan come in, the old man stopped smoking, pointed at Alan with his cigarette pouch and asked Duran Kanter, who was sitting on the side.

"Yes. Duran called Alan to his side, pointed to the old man and introduced:

"Alan, this is the good friend of my father whom I mentioned to you, Fama Ax. ”

"I've heard your name, and Dad told me you're a great magician, and you're very powerful. ”

Looking at the old man, Alan did not have any timidity, but was full of curiosity.

"I don't believe your father didn't speak ill of me behind my back. ”

The old man's eyes were full of wisdom and a smile was shining.

"Of course not. My dad said you can call the wind and rain, and even the monsters will pee their pants in fear when they see you. ”

Thirteen-year-old Allen is already gifted at flickering.

"Haha! It's the first time I've heard that Warcraft pee their pants. “

The old magician laughed at Allen, then turned to Duran Kanter and said:

"Your son's ability to talk is not like you, if you don't discipline it well, I don't know how many people will be deceived in the future. ”

"Then Master Lao will discipline him for me. ”

Duran Kanter shook his head and laughed along.

"Are you really relieved to hand him over to me?"

The old magician put down the cigarette pouch in his hand, and his expression became serious.

"I can't think of a second person who would put me more at ease. ”

Duran casually picked up the wine bottle on the table, took a sip, and said.

"Okay. Come here, lad. The old magician beckoned to Alan and said with a smile, "Let me see if you have the talent to learn magic." ”

Alan sat on the chair that his father sat on, and the events of eleven years ago were still vivid, at that time he was excited because he had the opportunity to follow the old magician to see the outside world, and he didn't consider his father's feelings at all, but now that he recalled, maybe all this was planned by his father, and it was inconvenient for him to leave with him, so he handed himself over to his most trusted friend.

That night, Alan and several people cleaned up the house, and spent the night in the broken house, and at dinner, Aunt Hill invited Alan to dine at home, but Alan politely refused, Alan just borrowed some food from the aunt, and then the girl Qin took the initiative to ask to make a pot of porridge for a few people.

"I'm going to leave tomorrow, what's next for you?"

That night, in her own dilapidated house, drinking a slightly burnt fresh bamboo shoot porridge made by the piano, Alan asked her.

"What do you think of my porridge?"

Jean didn't answer Alan's question, put some porridge in a spoon and blew the hot air on his mouth, then tasted it and asked happily.

"It's okay, at least you can't eat the dead. ”

Alan's answer was very untactful.

"When I was a child, I liked to eat my mother Ao's fresh bamboo shoot porridge the most. ”

"Your mother must have been a beautiful woman"

Looking at Jean's appearance and temperament, Alan could imagine that her mother must also be a graceful beauty, but Jean's answer was quite unexpected.

"My mother was just an ordinary-looking fisherwoman. ”

Speaking of her mother, Jean's face showed a look of nostalgia.

"So how did you become a saint?"

Alan asked.

"They all said that when I was born, I was born with a vision from heaven and a fragrance from the earth, and when I was nine years old, the Holy See found me, and then I said goodbye to my parents and went with them to Winston, and it was similar to your experience, except that you became a magician and I became a saint. ”

"They all say that the Holy Maiden has the ability to communicate with the God of Light, is it true?"

"If I say it's true, will you believe it or not?"

Jean glanced at Alan and asked rhetorically.

"I don't believe it. ”

Alan shook his head.

"So what I said was useless. ”

The girl said with a smile, but the smile was bitter.