Dragging the cart of red fruits, Aimo still returned to the cellar, and the wasteland was deserted, and he did not know where to go, so he could only hide back in the nest like a young beast. But there was no grandmother in the cellar, and the sound of crying and whimpering in the wilderness frightened the young and helpless heart, and he buried his head in the bed, holding the thin little black stick, and fell asleep in fear.

When he woke up, it was already evening, and the gloomy light in the cellar made Ammo a little confused, and he used to call "grandma", but there was no more loving voice to respond.

In an instant, Aimo felt a pain in his heart, and he had no relatives in this world. Bitter tears slipped down his face, and the feeling of loneliness made the child's heart panic, even his own cry was so scary in the lonely cellar that the child hid in the bed and covered his head and sobbed. At his side, only a small black stick was safe, and holding this thin stick, Aimo fell asleep again.

No matter how long the night is, the sun will still rise, and no matter how sad the heart is, life will go on. Aimo, who woke up again, was actually hungry again, and when he crawled out of the bed, he was still holding the little black stick tightly in his hand, and only this grandmother's relic brought the child a little comfort. He groped for a few red fruits, and gnawed them indiscriminately, the crisp and sweet wild fruits were now completely tasteless.

Hiding in the dark cellar, he always felt that there were monsters behind him, which made him turn his head from time to time, and sometimes he was still around in a trance, but every time he looked at it, it was empty. The little black stick that I hated in the past is now so cute, holding it in my hand wherever I go, waving it twice from time to time to beat away the monsters in the illusion and shatter the loneliness.

After eating the fruit, Amor wanted to lean against the big rock by the weeping swamp, as if there was no place for comfort. When I got out of the cellar, the sky was clear outside, and the ground was so snowy that I couldn't open my eyes. Not far away, at the battlefield where Grandma and Uncle Lan were fighting, the snow on the ground had completely melted, and it was muddy and messy everywhere.

Aimo stood beside the mud and stared at it for a long time, and then walked to the big rock in a low mood and basked in the sun. The lonely wilderness was deserted, and Amor could hear the clatter of the snow, and the snow melted faster in the weeping swamp, and now the waterholes and green grass were exposed, and it was still a paradise.

"I'm not going in!" Aimo shouted into the Wailing Swamp, arguing with the white fish villain in his mind, and waved the little black stick in his hand demonstratively, and said loudly, "I'll just listen to Grandma, just don't go into the Crying Swamp!"

In the calm wilderness, no echo could be heard, and the Aymor demonstration had no object, and soon fell silent again. The snow melted on the big rock, and a few drops of water fell and burrowed into Elmo's neck, making him shrink, so cold. When I looked up, I saw ice hanging on the stone wall, reflecting a colorful halo in the sun, which was very beautiful.

Ai Mo's childlike heart rose again, jumped and knocked down a few with a small black stick, picked it up and licked it with his tongue, the cold taste was really good, and the water droplets that dripped from time to time also gave the child a sense of freshness, like finding a good playmate. He jumped between droplets, and happy laughter resounded over the moor again.

He played until he was hungry at night, and then he was reluctant to leave the big rock, jumped up and down and waved the little black stick back to the cellar, and nibbled on the wild fruit, which was also much sweeter.

"Grandma, I'm very well-behaved today, I didn't go into the Crying Swamp!" Aimo reported to Grandma's bed as usual. He was so afraid of being alone that he rolled up his grandmother's quilt to look like someone was sleeping in it, so that he felt that his grandmother was still around. Talking to grandma in the bed has also become a good way to get rid of loneliness and fear, "I played in the water today." It's so fun, I'll go tomorrow. ”

It was getting late, and Elmo got into the bed early, he was afraid of the darkness in the cellar at night, and he always felt that there were monsters hiding in the shadows. Sleeping is the best way, and the little black stick is held in his hand as usual, which is his last sense of security.

When I woke up, it was another day outside, but the sky was overcast again, the bitter north wind blew again, and the sun was no longer in the wasteland. Aimo came out of the cellar as usual, and after eating the wild fruit, he felt that his stomach was not hungry and his body was comfortable, so he went to play under the big rocks against the wind.

The snow and ice that had melted yesterday were now frozen firm again, and it was still cold on the feet, but why wasn't it as cold as before? Aimo glanced at the sun in the sky without temperature, and shook his body hard, and then he remembered the matter of keeping warm.

He looked down and looked at it, it turned out that he had been wearing the jacket that Uncle Lan had put on, and it was this thick shirt that blocked the cold wind, so he was not afraid of the cold. It's just that Aimo didn't wear it carefully, and the white robe was now stained in the mud into a dirty old cotton jacket, and the color was no longer visible. This is the best clothing that only high-ranking disciples of the Bright Sect have, but this wild child is just allowed to wear pickles.

This cotton coat is a little dirty, and it is the enemy who killed his grandmother, but he still wears it very realistically. Emmoko has no idea of hating houses and birds, and has lived in the Wasteland of Despair for many years, and he cherishes materials very much.

Noticing the padded jacket, Aimo remembered half a piece of bread in his pocket again, and carefully took it out to see that it was not crumbed. This half of the delicious food is reserved for grandma, but the old woman has passed away, will she eat it or not?

"It's grandma's, I can't eat it!" Ammo solemnly announced to the white fish villain in his mind, and immediately sent it back to the cellar with both hands, reluctantly putting the bread next to grandma's quilt, as if this had fulfilled his wish. Of course, the smell of bread still attracts the child's attention, and he swallows his saliva incessantly, "I won't eat it." Isn't it, little black stick......"

"Where's the little black stick?" Aimmo was frightened, the little stick that had never left his hand was gone, where had it gone? This sudden change made Amore's heart pound, and he rummaged around without finding it, and hurried out of the cellar and searched for it in a panic in the wasteland.

His face was so depressed that he almost burst into tears, what if he didn't have the little black stick? It seemed that the last shred of security had been lost, and at once he felt that the wasteland was full of danger and danger.

"Wow, you're here!" and until he found the big rock, Aimo suddenly found that the little black stick was lying on the ground, and he forgot about it when he was digging bread. Aimo picked it up, held it in his hand and jumped and jumped, and returned safely to his side. The feeling of being lost and regained was so good that the child burst into tears of laughter, "I will never lose it again, I will never lose it again!"

Hurriedly holding the little black stick back to the cellar, Aimo asked for credit to his grandmother's quilt, "Grandma, I found the little black stick!

"Whew!" A sudden wolf howl frightened Elmo, the wolf came!

He didn't know that although Grandma used to hide in the cellar, the masters of the Night Clan exuded an aura that frightened the surrounding beasts from entering, but now that Grandma had passed away, this ownerless territory was robbed by the beasts. It's just that the beasts are intuitively aware of the danger of the weeping swamp, and they don't dare to get too close on weekdays, but now the wind and snow are blowing in the wasteland, and the wolves with no food to eat are slowly surrounding.

"Grandma, what should I do if there is a wolf?" said Elmo, weeping and shutting the cellar door in a hurry, crouching behind the door in horror. How should this be good, the little black stick in his hand looks so slender, how can he deal with the fierce wolf?

Where wolves haunt, they never walk alone. But wolves in the Wasteland of Despair are rarely all concentrated in one place, and only when there is a shortage of food, will they gather into groups to hunt collectively. Wolves have always been brutal and hunt their prey endlessly. Amo had heard from his grandmother about the ferocity of the wolf, and for the first time today he faced it alone, and the howl of the wolf terrified his heart. Even though the cellar door was thick, Elmo didn't feel much security, and he didn't know if the door panel would be able to resist.

Dragged the pulley sundries over against the door, Aimo looked panicked and got into the quilt, leaning against his grandmother's quilt. But he could not sleep, and in his sleep he escaped the impending disaster, and this ostrich behavior was his only measure, but he could not sleep at this moment.

In the middle of the night, a clearer wolf howl came into the cellar again, causing the half-asleep Aimo to jump in fright. He groped his way to the door, touched the door panel that was still intact, and his heart pounded. He couldn't see clearly in the dark, and the top door pulley tripped him a lot, and although the fall hurt, he didn't dare to say a word, for fear of luring the wolf over.

It wasn't until almost dawn that the sleepy Aimo leaned against the door panel and fell asleep. In his dreams, he was still fighting with the wolves, but every time he was defeated in a hurry, and there was no sign of victory.

When the sun shone on the wilderness again, Elmo awoke from his dream, and the night's horrors had exhausted him like a serious illness. Carefully unraveling a crack in the door to let in the light, he peeked out through the crack as well. Fortunately, there was nothing around, and there were no wolves to worry about.

Aimo didn't dare to open the door widely, so he used the pulley on top of it, and in the faint light, he grabbed a wild fruit and gnawed it. But soon he became worried again, and there were not many wild fruits stored in the cellar, and he didn't know if there would be a chance to go out and find food again. Now that the cold is no longer a test for him, and the beast has become the greatest threat, the dangerous wilderness has left him nervous all the time, and he doesn't know how to get along.

When it was almost noon, Aimo could not stay in the cellar anymore, and felt unwell after not going out for a day. It had been quiet outside, which made him itch in his heart, and decided to go around the big rock and come back, never to go far.

Uncovering the door, Elmo looked around, and there was no danger. He walked around the cellar and saw that there were many footprints in the snow, but they were all small, not as thick as a wolf's claws, but probably some hares or something, no wonder the ropes kept shaking last night.

He tentatively walked on the perilous wilderness, fully guarded, and turned back three times at a time. It was not easy to come to the big stone, and Aimo felt relaxed as if he had seen an old acquaintance, and it was rare to say hello, "Hey, the stone is good!"