"About...York, you're not telling the truth. Tell me, it's not true!No, I don't believe it, Jieli she's still alive, still alive....still alive......" Durang grabbed Uncle York's shoulders with both hands and shook him vigorously, shouting at Uncle York, his voice stammering and hoarse with excitement. Large tears slowly dripped from those fiery red eyes, and his head gradually sank. "Little Dulang, I know that Jieli's departure will be a big blow to you, but you have to cheer up, take Jieli's share and work together to run that bakery. Let the whole town, nay, and the whole city of Tanaris, know that your bread is so delicious!" said Uncle York, with his hands on Dulang's shoulders, in an impassioned tone.

At this time, Du Lang's head suddenly rose too much, as if he had made some important decision, "No, uncle, Jieli is never dead, I have a very strong feeling that she is calling me, she needs me, indicating that Jieli is never dead." I'm going to find her!" Du Lang's raised eyes no longer had the sadness that he had lowered at first, and he looked at Uncle York with a resolute and determined gaze, and his expression was so sure and resolute, that Uncle York, who had tried to persuade him not to grieve, was shocked.

In these few seconds of eye contact, York already understood that persuasion was ineffective, so as if relieved, the uncle patted Dulang's shoulder again and said, "Hey... Is it all fate? You were born with red hair, fiery eyes, and beautiful white hair and silver eyes. Although half-sibling, they were born in the same town at the same time. Your mother left you because she was born, and your father gave you to me and bought the bakery for a great price. Maybe this disaster is arranged by the god of the elements, you are destined to be unpeaceful in your life, and it is closely connected to Xiao Jieli's life. Since you're so convinced that Jieli isn't dead, then well, I'll watch the bakery. ”

Dulang hugged Uncle York tightly, "Thank you for believing in me, I have never fulfilled my responsibility as a son, and when I bring Jieli back, I will never leave you again."

The mayor of the town issued a way to deal with this matter, but to wait for the water to recede, and everyone paid for the bridge to be built again, and used a boat to cross the river before, because such a small town could not afford to hire a magician in the city to make a temporary short-range magic teleportation station. When people heard that there was a solution, they dispersed. Dulang and Uncle York also returned to the bakery with the flow of people.

"Uncle, I'll leave tomorrow, during the time I'm leaving, please worry more about the bridge, don't get tired. Take a break when it's time to rest. Durang said. Uncle York smiled and said, "Okay, let's think about yourself, a fifteen-year-old ghost, you have to be more careful when you go out alone, there seems to be an eagle man in the forest on the other side of the river recently, take my crossbow with you when you leave, oh, and this sword for self-defense." Du Lang hurriedly refused, "This is what you usually hunt, I took it, what do you use to hunt? No, no, absolutely not." ”

"Take it, I'll use the beast trap after hunting, now I think the beast trap is far better than the crossbow sword hunting, and it's much easier, you don't have to run the whole forest. Uncle York said. "But—" Du Lang was about to say something, but Uncle York glared back. "Well, I'll buy you a better crossbow when I get back, and so will the sword. Du Lang reluctantly accepted the uncle's gift before leaving.

Durang had never felt that the nights were so long, and he used to sleep until dawn. But this night, he lost sleep, for the first time in fifteen years. Jieli's innocent and lovely smiling face kept flashing in her head, and her snow-white hair made people feel more and more sacred.

When the morning sun shone into Du Lang's small bedroom again, Du Lang opened his fiery red eyes. Although there is a trace of tiredness from a sleepless night, it is more decisive. I have to find Jieli. Du Lang was shouting in his heart. "Little Dulang, come out for breakfast. "Uncle York came very early today to make breakfast for his adopted son. Du Lang put on the robe given by Aunt Celie, combed it neatly, and tied his hair with a hair rope that matched the robe, and the robe was also red, like a flame that was burning.

I savored Uncle York's breakfast. The sword given by Uncle York was wrapped in coarse cloth and hung around his waist, and in his backpack was a dagger he had just bought at the bazaar, and in his waist was the crossbow. One or two pieces of clothing and a quiver are also placed in the backpack to pull apart and retrieve the arrow. In this way, he embarked on the starting point of his legendary life.

Uncle York put him on the ferry to cross the river, and before leaving, Uncle York told Duran in a firm tone, "Bring her back, and I'll be waiting for you in this small town of Frix." "Be careful on the road!" The last sentence echoes under the blue sky at the moment when the ship fades away, and it is a father's eternal wish to his son who will embark on a long journey.