The little blacksmith returned home with a large paper bag and found that the tower had cleaned up the house. There was a fire in the stove, and a few pretty little wildflowers stuck in old cups on the windowsill.

"This was picked by Snowball and I in the woods." Although the house was clean, Tsuta's beautiful little dress had become dirty, and there was still a smear of dust on her nose. But even so, Tsuta's smile and red little face still looked very cute.

The little blacksmith's cheeks turned red unconsciously, and he was a little embarrassed to put the paper bag on the table.

Little Snowball seemed to have smelled what was in the paper bag, and ran to the little blacksmith excitedly, wagging her little tail constantly.

The little blacksmith took out the freshly baked bread and sausages from the bag, and now they did not have to smell the smell to "pretend" to eat the bread.

At supper, Tara told the little blacksmith his story, telling him that he was about to set out to find a great owl and fly to the other side of the mountain.

When the little blacksmith heard the owl's story, he burst out laughing, and could not believe that there could be an owl bigger than a house.

"If there really is, it opens its mouth, you don't have to chew, you will be eaten directly into her stomach!" Part of the reason the little blacksmith would say this was because he didn't want Tara to leave town like that, and he was even more afraid that she would be in danger. Although the two friends have not met for a long time, he has begun to like this red-haired and very interesting little girl.

"Humph! Even if it's not true, I'm going to go there and have a look. Or, I'll just climb up the hill on my own, I'm not afraid of anything! Being ridiculed by the little blacksmith, Tsunta felt a little sad in her heart, and she even put down the bread in her hand and sat with her back to the little blacksmith.

"Don't be angry, Tarta, I didn't mean to laugh at you. I just think it's too dangerous for a little girl like you to climb over a high mountain alone! ”

"For my sake, the little prince left his planet and came to this strange place. No matter how dangerous it is, I must find him! Tartta's eyes turned red.

The little blacksmith regretted that he had said something that had saddened Thorn Tower, "I'm sorry, T Tower. Maybe I've been alone for so long that I've forgotten what it's like to be brave for another person. ”

Only then did Thorn Ta realize that because of himself, the little blacksmith was also sad, "I'm sorry, little blacksmith, you have always been good to me, I shouldn't be angry with you." ”

The little blacksmith shook his head, turned and wiped his nose. "I love the story of you and the little prince, and I hope you can find him in the end!"

In the night, the little blacksmith came alone into the woods, holding an old-looking violin in his hand, and rubbing it slowly.

Around the neck of the little blacksmith hangs a beautiful photo box with Roman numerals engraved on the outer ring and a hollowed-out disc with a small beetle on the inner circle. The trap can only be opened by rotating the beetle to different numbers in three times in order.

The box, which used to be worn around the neck of the little blacksmith's mother, contained a picture of her as a young man, with thick jet-black curls and beautiful green eyes. When they parted, the mother hung it around the little blacksmith's neck.

A sad melody flowed from under the trembling strings, the first and only piece his mother had taught him.

In order to live, my mother's hand used to play music was often soaked in cold water, and slowly, the delicate and slender fingers became rough, and the still young and beautiful face also hung a sad face.

Only at night, in the deserted woods, the time spent playing the violin could temporarily soothe her soul. For countless nights, she played this heartbreaking tune in the moonlight. Music is her soul, her life...

After she left, he had received a letter from her. The letter told him that she had come to a metropolis completely different from her hometown, a place where her musical dreams could be realized. Her letters were full of joy close to her dreams, but there was never any mention of the little blacksmith.

The appearance of the tower made the little blacksmith finally realize that he really cared about a person, and he would never be left sad and sad.

He knows that no matter how long he waits, how long he persists. The people he waited for will not come back.

The next day, when Thorta woke up, the little blacksmith was no longer at home. Horta was sad because she didn't want to leave the place without saying goodbye to the little blacksmith.

Just as the tower was about to leave, the little blacksmith actually returned, and he had something more in his hand.

He made a small backpack for the tower, just the right size for a small snowball. That way, whether you're flying high or going somewhere else, you won't drop a little snowball. There was also a thick cloak that kept the tower out of the cold.

He himself wore a strange helmet with a pair of large glasses that allowed him to see far away. He also packed his violin and food in his backpack.

"I'm tired of staying in this place and want to go out and check it out. I'm going to see if the owl you're talking about is really that big! The little blacksmith turned to keep the tower from seeing his blushing face.

It turns out that the little blacksmith has made up his mind to leave the town with Shota.

Although the tower is happy, there is a little blacksmith along the way. But the old man's words made her know that the next journey was dangerous, and she tried to persuade the little blacksmith to stay, but the little blacksmith seemed to have made up his mind.

"If a little girl like you is not afraid of danger, then I am not afraid either!" The little blacksmith left the beautiful town without hesitation.

After walking a little further, the houses in the town became smaller and smaller, and gradually they were no longer visible.

Tarta looked at the little blacksmith worriedly, but the little blacksmith grinned, whistling as he strode forward.

Under the blue sky, the camel-like mountain was getting closer and closer. The old man was right, the closer he walked, the more he felt that the mountain was unattainable. Walking to the foot of the mountain, I looked up and saw that the top of the mountain was hidden in the clouds, as if there was no end in sight.

The little blacksmith put on a special helmet and used his binoculars to look for the huge pine tree that the old man had spoken of.

Sure enough, on a small hillside in front of the foot of the mountain, a huge pine tree was erecting there, and on the largest branch there was a bird's nest the size of a house.

The little blacksmith took off his glasses and excitedly pointed out the location of the bird's nest to the tower. It turned out that what the old man said turned out to be true!

The little blacksmith couldn't wait to run forward, and the tower stuffed the little snowball into his bag, and followed the little blacksmith after him, and chased after him.

They were so happy that they didn't even notice that the grass on the ground had suddenly become tall and dense.

The dirt beneath his feet suddenly became soft and sticky, and he was lucky enough to jump onto a large rock. She just wanted to remind the little blacksmith, but found that the little blacksmith who ran to the front stopped in place and did not move.

"It's a little weird here!" The tower said loudly to the little blacksmith.

The little blacksmith turned back, his face pale. If you look closely, it turns out that his leg has sunk into the mud and is slowly sinking.

"We're stepping into the swamp!" Fine sweat oozed from the little blacksmith's forehead, and he tried to grab at the weeds around him and pull himself out of the mud, but he sank deeper.

"I'll help you!" As soon as he tried to jump off the stone, he was stopped by the little blacksmith.

"Nope! No! Don't come down! Otherwise, you'll get caught up in it. ”

Jing Ta was sweating profusely, and as he spoke, half of the little blacksmith's body had sunk into the mud.

The tower searched everywhere and finally found a slender branch. So he took one end by himself and threw the other end into the hands of the little blacksmith.

The rough branches scraped against Tarta's little hands, but Tarta gritted her teeth and tried to pull the little blacksmith back. Snowball also bites into Tharta's clothes and tries to help.

Seeing that the little blacksmith was about to leave the mud, the branch suddenly broke. Fortunately, Jing Ta cleverly threw out his bag strap and let the little blacksmith pull him, which finally saved him from the mud.

The little blacksmith who came out of the mud almost turned into a small clay figure, and the tower was covered in mud. The two friends experienced a thrilling scene, looking at each other's embarrassed appearance, but laughed instead.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, the little blacksmith quickly peeled off two large pieces of bark from the dry tree, and stepped on them in turn, until he finally reached the small hill safely.

Looking at this bird's nest from a close distance, it is even more terrifying. The tower and the little blacksmith couldn't help but wonder how big the owl must be that lives here.

It had almost been exhausted in the swamp, and by the time the little blacksmith and the tower had climbed the nest, the sun was almost completely set. As soon as they climbed into the nest, they found that there were several young birds much larger than themselves, with snow-white fluffy feathers. When they saw them, the little birds had little wings that had not yet grown all their feathers, and their mouths were open, and they were about to come and peck at them.

Ignoring her grandfather's words, she took out a few sausages from the little blacksmith's backpack and threw them into the open beaks of the fluffy young birds, who ate the fragrant sausages and immediately fell silent.

In the distance, a black shadow with huge wings flew towards the nest, and Tartar pulled the little blacksmith and immediately hid among the fluffy birds.

The big bird flew into the nest, and the moment it fell, the whole nest shook. When the birds saw their mothers, they chirped and opened their yellow beaks, waiting for their mothers to feed.

The tower hid under the bird's wings and peeked. The mother owl has round eyes as big as a mill's windmill and a huge beak with barbs. Tarta suddenly remembered what the little blacksmith had said that if the owl swallowed itself in one gulp, it didn't need to chew at all, and she was so frightened that she immediately retracted her head.

At this time, Jing Ta suddenly realized that his palm had been scratched by a branch. The smell of blood seemed to catch the attention of the mother owl, who lowered her head and confirmed one by one among the birds.

Holding the little snowball, the tower clenched her hands, too frightened to breathe. The little blacksmith also frowned, trembling with fear.

At this time, two little birds crowded in front of their mother, and their beaks kept begging for food. The mother owl was able to concentrate on feeding the birds again.

Safe for the time being, Thorn Tower and the little blacksmith finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The underneath the owl's fluff is warm, like a comfortable little quilt. After a tired day, the tower leaned against the bird, fell asleep in a daze, and I don't know how long it took, the little blacksmith gently shook her awake.

It turned out that it was almost dawn, and the mother owl squinted as if she was asleep. The little blacksmith and the tower quickly and quietly climbed onto the back of the mother owl.

When the sun rises, the mother owl flapps her wings and flies towards the top of the mountain. The little blacksmith and the tower were on its back, clutching its feathers...