Chino looked at Solandelle with a lost expression and shook his head slightly: "If it's just to cater to you, of course I can say that we are friends." I don't have a language barrier, and I can still say the word friend. ”

"But like now, you really treat me as a friend, but I can't understand this relationship, and if you continue to perfunctory, it's a very rude thing and it's not fair to you."

Lorna tilted her head in confusion: "Why can't you understand 'friend'?" There's nothing hard to understand about that, is it..."

"Look at that." Chino pointed to the night sky, "What's on the other side of the star?" ”

Lorna shook her head, "I don't know." ”

Chino: "Why don't you know?" ”

"Because I haven't been there, I can't understand its existence." At this point, Lorna seemed to realize something, and fell into deep thought.

"I see," Solandale said abruptly, "you mean, you can't understand your friends—like you just gave you, we live on the ground, we can't cross the stars, and we can't understand what's on the other side of the stars." ”

"To be incomprehensible means to be unreachable, and to be unable to accept or reject."

"That's what it means." Chino gently brushed Solandelle's windswept hair behind her ear, "You are special to me, because you have answered a puzzle for me, a puzzle that can change the rest of my life. ”

"So, you have a higher status in my heart than anyone else in this world. Because of this, I can perfunctory other people about my friends, but I can't perfunctory with you. ”

Solandelle looked at Chino, her amber pupils reflected the clear glow of the starry sky, but they flickered in the shadows of the trees, making her seem to be far and near, as if it was difficult to reach...

The moonlight in the foggy and rainy season is indifferent, clear and cold, and the beautiful moonlight quietly passes through the dappled forest leaves, sprinkled with the slightly cool evening breeze.

The atmosphere was silent, and all three of them were thoughtful.

Chino got up and touched Randell's little head: "Okay, it's not too early, let's go back and rest." In any case, the way we get along with each other will not change, and you don't have to be too restrained in front of me in the future, just be the same as before. ”

Lorna hurriedly asked, "What then... Will they still come to you for meat in the future? ”

Chino couldn't help but wonder: "Of course you can." ”

"That's good~" Lorna smiled again.

Chino was about to leave when Solandel suddenly called, "No." ”

Solandale's azure eyes were like a lake washed away from dust, and she bent slightly into a crescent moon with a smile: "If one day, you understand the meaning of friends, can we be friends?" ”

The night sky is quiet tonight, and the moonlight is beautiful.

This question made Chino ponder for a long time, and he did not answer it directly, but only gave an ambiguous answer: "Maybe." ”

The shadows of the trees in the garden are hazy, and the wind is gentle.

As soon as Chino took two steps, he slowly stopped, turned his face sideways, and smiled and changed his answer: "Hopefully." ”

...

The moonlight was as clear as water, quietly shining on the twilight city at night, safe and silent.

Chino is a short sleeper, sleeping only 3 hours a day, so he usually sleeps in the second half of the night.

It's 10 o'clock in the evening, which is the time for ordinary people to go to bed, but the people in the government residence don't rest so early, they often like to go to the tavern in groups to drink until midnight, to vent the stress of working during the day, and then sleep well.

It just so happened that at this time, the Big Three of Shilin Town came back from drinking.

After the conversation with Solandelle just now, Chino was curious about friends.

Now that they had met the three of them, Chino asked them what they thought of their friends.

Paladin said that a friend is a like-minded person, who has a common language, is comfortable with each other, and the highest level is to develop into a "confidant".

Baiza said that a friend is the person who sits across from you when drinking, and the more you drink, the deeper your feelings become, especially the one who is willing to take a sip with you, and you must make good friends.

Lugo said that this score is men and women, the man can take him to make money, he is a friend, and the woman is willing to spend a good night with him, and if he doesn't take money, he is also a friend.

The trio's answers didn't inspire Chino in any way.

Paladin's that one is a bit indicative, but it's too general.

Baiza's understanding is more one-sided, and the "friend" he refers to may be more appropriate to understand as a "drinking friend".

Lugona replied that it should be perennial cerebral edema, and it would be good to be the wind in his ears.

Back in the room, Chino sat at his desk, staring at the candle flame on the table, his pupils reflected the only orange light, it was faint, but fortunately tonight the moon hung high, blooming in the night sky with a charming light, dissolving all the darkness in the room

The moonlight was as clear as water, like white snow falling on the tips of Chino's hair, covering the room with a faint veil, and occasionally the evening breeze blew in through the window, gently rubbing in his ears, so gentle that one could mistake it for a stroke.

"Knock knock." Just as Chino was pondering, there was a knock on the door.

Chino opened the door and found two figures in pajamas standing outside, their soft faces illuminated by candlelight, as if to merge into the haze.

Solandale hid her hands behind her back, squirming for some reason, smirking from time to time, dimples looming on either side of her cheeks, and a slight flush on her face that she didn't know if it was because of the candle flame or something else.

Lorna poked Solandelle's waist in the back and encouraged, "Hurry up, give it to him." ”

"Won't you be laughed at..."

"No, it won't! Give it to him! ”

"No." Solandale plucked up her courage, stretched out her hands behind her back, handed over the hidden things, pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, "This... It's something I've thought about for a long time and wanted to write to you, hoping to help you understand what a friend is. ”

Chino took it, lifted the candle and took a closer look, and found that it was a letter, very thin, and it should contain a page of stationery, but in the most beautiful envelope, with a laurel flower that blooms all year round.

"That's... Good night. Solandelle's soft voice came from the darkness, and the figure retreated into the darkness and became hazy, returning to his room with the sound of bouncing footsteps.

Chino closed the door, sat down at the table, opened the envelope by the candlelight, and the moonlight fell on the paper like a fairy, splashing pure white brilliance.

This is a letter from Solandelle, the calligraphy is unusually beautiful, and it is a very ornamental flower-style script.

The content of the letter is very short, only one line, but it can be seen that the little princess has been pondering for a long time with her hand on this piece of paper, because the paper has left the fragrance on her hand, and the flower-style text is like a blooming laurel flower, falling in the mirror-like lake, slightly washing the waves:

"Wherever you are, Solandel is forever under the moon; No matter where you want to go, Doguland is still home. ”