Kenny wakes up in the open sky, the wind blows the young grass of the ocean, mixed with the blue flowers of cornflowers, and the bright red poppies swaying in the wind, and his sleep makes him forget what happened yesterday for a moment, and when he wakes up, he reaches for the bed and the wall before sleeping, but he touches something soft. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He opened his eyes and saw that it was the face of a white dove. Immediately, he realized if he had moved too much, and would disturb the white dove and old Flynn, but immediately realized that such a concern was unnecessary.

He turned his head to look at the low grave not far away, where old Flynn was dead.

He sighed and turned to look at the white dove, which was still asleep. She was covered with a few pieces of animal fur and lay on moss as soft as duck down, her silver hair scattered over her shoulders. It suddenly occurred to him that the white dove seemed to look a little different from when he first saw it, as if it was a little older, perhaps due to the rush of these days, or perhaps due to his mother's accident.

Apologetically, he got up and went to Old Flynn's grave, swore to take care of her, and then took his homemade bow and arrows, and ran east.

The wind blew the scent of damp earth and donkey's hoofed grass from the high slopes, and he climbed up the ridge to look down at the chasm of yesterday, and found that the mud that had blocked his way had not been dissipated, and then he turned south, where the sunny day had completely replaced the mud after the storm.

Where the sun is kissing, the oak saffron blooms on the ground covered with dragon's tooth grass, the gray-haired warbler chirps happily among the branches, a herd of elk gallops through the forest, and the deep pit stepped on by wild yaks, the air is filled with the strong pine fragrance of the pine forest, and the dry smoke blows in the wind, which makes people feel refreshed, and the eyes full of green onions and purple in front of them make the whole forest full of life.

Instead of coveting the scenery and a piece of turf that would let in the sun, Kenny hunted a wild donkey cub with a bow and arrow, picked some barely sweet wild fruits, and then turned around and returned to camp.

But as he approached the camp, he found the white dove kneeling in front of old Flynn's grave, beside which lay a bunch of white chrysanthemums tied up with thin vines, and her shoulders trembled with each sob, and her back looked particularly pitiful in the sunlight between the branches and leaves.

After some hesitation, he did not choose to be disturbed, but took his steps lightly, gently resting his prey and wild fruits on the side of the extinguished campfire, and then took out the velvet and prepared to raise the campfire again, but there was a light footstep behind him.

In the next second, a pair of slender arms wrapped around his neck from behind, accompanied by familiar sobs. "I thought you were gone and wouldn't come back....."

Kenny turned his head to look into her teary eyes. "In your heart, am I such a fellow?" he said, feigning displeasure.

"No, no....." The white pigeon let go of his hand and took two steps back, "I'm worried, your non-farewell is out of fear of affecting me, although ....." She lowered her head, reached out to try the tears and lifted it again, "Anyway, it's good for you to come back..... Better than anything else. ”

He turned his head to look at her for a moment, then got up and took a few steps forward, caressing her cheek. "I swear to the soul of Namu and Old Flynn that I will take care of you..... Certain. He smiled warmly, then kissed her lightly on the forehead.

After this, he turned and walked to the campfire. "Come, look, see what I've got!" he said, turning his head and cheerfully, "a wild donkey, and at noon we will have delicious donkey meat for lunch, and fresh wild fruits, which I have tasted, and it is very sweet!"

The white dove froze in place, and she seemed to be still stunned by the brief kiss she had just had.

"What's wrong?" Kenny asked, turning around and smiling.

The white pigeon came back to his senses, smiled, and shook his head gently at him.

Half an hour later, the hapless donkey cub had a fragrant lunch, and the two of them munched on the tender delicacy, as if they were going to make up for all the lunches they had missed these days.

After the meal, Kenny wraps the rest of the donkey meat in tender ballet leaves, extinguishes the campfire that might expose them, and sits down on the soft mossy floor.

"I thought you were really gone and wouldn't come back. The white dove said suddenly.

"I don't know why you think that, after all, .....," he turned to look at old Flynn's lonely grave, and then looked back at her, "Your mother died because of me, and you left your country because of me, for what reason can I leave a girl in this damned forest?"

"Because those people are chasing you," she frowned, "if you leave, I'll be able to go back." She craned her eyebrows and looked into his honey-colored eyes, "I guess you'd think so, but you didn't ....."

"To be honest, if leaving can change your safe return, I will leave immediately, without hesitation. Kenny said calmly, then shifting gear, "But the odds are almost zero, I don't know what those people are for, but it's definitely not a good thing to look at." If I leave, they will definitely catch you and force you to confess my whereabouts by all means....." He paused, hanging his head, "I can't imagine what will happen next....."

"Thank you....." the white dove whispered. She leaned lightly on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Perhaps, we should talk about where to go next, if we stay here, those people may catch up at some point....." Kenny whispered, only to notice a faint, even snort coming from his ears. Then he straightened up and remained motionless, for fear of waking up the white dove.

An hour later. The breeze brushed the white dove's cheeks, and she woke up in a state of exhaustion, only to find herself asleep on Kenny's shoulder, who was also awake, and twisted his sore neck.

"I'm sorry....." she opened her mouth first.

Kenny rubbed his eyes and smiled softly at her, as if to remind her that there was no need to apologize for such a trivial matter.

"Where are we going next?" she asked softly, "I went to see you yesterday and saw a mudslide blocking the way south, and it would take about a week to get around. ”

"Do you know the way to Eridu?" Kenny asked, clearing his throat.

"Perhaps," she thought for a moment, "in the past, I used to go with my mother to the border town of Eridu to sell alchemical herbs, but we had to go all the way....." she paused, "but we should be able to get all the way east, but we have to get out of this forest first." ”

"Why don't we take a detour!" Kenny suggested, after thinking about it, "it's already raining in the spring, and if there is another rainstorm before those mudslides are gone, we'll probably have to stay here for a long time." What's more, it's not too hidden, and we'll have to find a better campsite. ”

"Listen to you. The white dove said with a smile.

"Alright, let's go!" Kenny said, strapping the black steel sword back to his waist and looking at the grave of old Flynn not far away.