The red light of the setting sun still shines among the branches of the pines and cypresses, many black-haired crows are jumping up and down the treetops, screaming in a hoarse voice, flapping their wings, a few gray hares are weaving through the forest gaps, rustling wild fruit shrubs and new young leaves, occasionally a nimble pulsatilla flashes by, and the birds of rejuvenation are still chirping in the dense forest, but with the last rays of sunlight disappearing, the forest gradually returns to tranquility. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mulberry house was lit up with orange candles, filled with unspoken joy, and the smell of fragrance came out of the house as the chimneys of the old roof subsided.

"Hey, kids, it's time for dinner!" said Flynn Sr., laying a plate of chestnut pies smeared with wild jam on the table, his tone relaxed and his face flushed.

"You've finally learned to do tricks!" the white dove dragged his chin with one hand and tapped the table with the other, "I thought it was another messy stew of sweet potatoes and mushrooms tonight!"

"Humans eat for the same purpose as animals, just to fill their stomachs. Old Flynn rubbed his hand over his apron and sat down at the table.

"But we have thoughts, and our taste buds are more sensitive!" said the white pigeon, frowning. Then he picked up a piece of pie and stuffed it into his mouth, and his brow gradually stretched with the soft and fragrant pie.

"You can't get enough of it. Flynn Sr. frowned, picked up a piece of pie and handed it to Kenny, "Knight, try this pie, though it can't compare to the chef in the city restaurant." ”

"Thank you!" Kenny smiled as he took the pie.

"I say, Unknown Knight, are you going to stay here forever?" the white dove munched on the fragrant pie and turned to look at Kenny, who was chewing slowly.

"I'm ....." Kenny was silent for a moment. "When..... Of course not. He swallowed the pie in his mouth, "It's just..... To be honest, I don't know where I can go....."

"You can stay here forever," Flynn Sr. smiled kindly, "until you remember who you are, or where you should go, and then it's not too late to leave." She picked up another piece of pie and stuffed it into Kenny's hand, "It's not a luxurious palace, and there's no food, but at least you don't have to sleep in the wilderness and worry about food." ”

"Thank you..... Thank you!" Kenny's words were full of apologies.

"But there is a premise!" said the white dove with his head raised, "you must sell that beautiful silver armor, or that beautiful sword, and exchange them for some gold coins for your room and board!"

"Shut up, white pigeon!" said old Flynn with a spoon and tapped the side of the plate, "you are so rude!"

"The city of Nipur is flooded, and the powers and armies are all destroyed. The white dove's voice lowered, "You don't need to please anyone anymore, our lives are already tight enough." ”

"I'm not doing all this to please people. Flynn Sr. sighed.

"I know what you're thinking. The white dove turned his face and his gaze fell on the old table, and his voice became quieter.

Kenny sat on the sidelines, feeling a little fidgeting. The quarrel between mother and daughter started because of him, but he didn't know how to dissuade him, and in embarrassment, he could only chew the pie silently, allowing those arguments about going to stay to heat up.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his face, and he reached out to wipe the drop away, but another drop fell and hit the tip of his nose.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're sitting here. Flynn Sr. shifted his chair to the side, making room for Kenny.

A burst of white light flashed in the house, and the white pigeon hurriedly covered its ears, and after the thunder roared, the spring rain that woke up everything as thin as a cow's hair came unexpectedly.

Kenny turned his face to look out the window, and through the bursts of lightning that illuminated the night sky, the drizzle fell obliquely, the raindrops half-connected along the eaves, and a gust of wind blew the door open, and he quickly stood up and walked to the door.

The dinner that had just started ended early due to the arrival of the spring rain.

Old Flynn brought a basin out of nowhere and put it on the table, and picked up the leak in the roof, and the white pigeon seemed to be accustomed to all this, and she brought it out of the window, behind the cupboard, and in the other corner of the dining table, and in a few moments the water began to drip in those places.

"Is this what it always is?" Kenny pressed a water-filled pot against the window, trying to keep it from making a noise.

"If you don't have any plans to leave for a while, you'll have to learn to adapt, it's our after-dinner entertainment every spring!" said White Dove with a laugh.

"Why don't you get someone to fix it?" Kenny looked up at the leaky roof, "If the rain doesn't stop, sooner or later the basin will fill up, and then leak out, make the floor wet, or even flood it all, just like you said about Nippur." ”

"We don't have any money to spare," said the white dove, sitting down in his chair, "and besides, the nearest town is an hour's ride away, and no one will want to come here to help us fix the roof." ”

"Sit down, knight, and I'll go and heat up the pie. Flynn Sr. said, picking up the cold pie on the table.

Kenny sits in his chair, looking at the rain that fills the house, and wonders if he should do something about it.

By the time the sky was clear, Kenny had rolled up his trousers and sleeves, and had gathered a large pile of thatch and pine branches at the edge of the forest, which he had tied up with coarse twine he had found behind the house.

After the preparations, he climbed up to the roof along the hollow of the wooden wall and tried to repair the old mulberry house.

There is always a chasm between ideals and reality, and things are far from being as easy as he thinks.

After climbing onto the roof, he realized that there was no place to stay, and he tried to put one foot on the edge of the roof, only to realize that it was a big mistake.

After a 'click' sound, Kenny froze. The sound seemed to be the breaking of some load-bearing beam, and after a brief pause, he noticed that he had stepped on the edge of the roof with a hole the size of a foot.

"Hey, nameless, what are you doing?!" the white dove stood under the house at some point.

"I ..... Roof repairs, of course. Kenny turned his head and gestured to the thatched bales stacked not far away, "I'll spread those things to the leak so I don't have to—"

"But I only saw a big hole, and it was worse than before!" the white dove interrupted him with a growl, his round eyes.

"Come down, kid, you're just recovering!" said Flynn Sr.

"Oh, don't worry, ma'am, I'm fine!" Kenny tried to digress.

"Get out of here!" cried the white dove angrily, "if you continue to repair it, this house will definitely collapse!"

"Don't scream, I'm a little nervous about that....." Kenny shuddered as he pulled out his sunken foot, "Don't worry, I'll fix it and fix all the leaks, like this....."

Before he could finish speaking, Kenny's feet suddenly slipped, and he subconsciously grabbed the eaves, but the old beams didn't seem to be able to support his weight, and after another strange noise, the bundle of pine branches and thatch raft fell down with Kenny.