Who is he?

Where is this?

Am I not looking for mom and dad?

The little witch grabbed the small mirror in her hand, crossed it to her chest, and looked vigilantly at the red robe slanted among the mushrooms, her mind blank.

She couldn't remember what she had done yesterday, where she had gone, where she had come from or where she was going. She only remembered that her home was in a very warm and large house, with tall beech trees outside, a spacious little playground, a soft green lawn, golden sunlight, and wizarding uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters in various robes.

She looked up and glanced at the sky through the gaps in the oak leaves.

The sun here is pale and cold. As soon as the sun was out, a few stars could be seen blinking in the sky—and in the moments that the little witch had looked up at the sky, she saw that the stars were extinguishing one after the other, as if they had been blown out by the wind.

My name is Zhu Si.

I'm looking for mom and dad.

The thoughts in her mind gradually became clear, and the little witch's eyes were finally no longer confused. It's just that the guy in the red robe next to him is still a problem.

The wizard was crooked in the mushroom bushes, his eyes closed, frowning even in his sleep.

She didn't remember who he was, but she looked at his figure a little familiar.

Maybe it's a kind passerby, Zhu Si secretly thought, maybe he saw himself pitiful yesterday, so he left himself for dinner? Maybe he even invited himself to drink a small glass of milk or juice.

However, the little witch touched her shriveled pocket, and a look of embarrassment appeared on her face.

She had nothing to eat or a lot of gold for him.

She still had a few leaves of maze on her wrist, strung with red ropes, and enchanted. But those leaves have lost their magical effect and are worthless except for a little memorial.

Next to the mushroom bush, under the oak tree, there was a large blanket, and the blanket was full of beautiful hairpins and headdresses. The clean white porcelain plate was piled with sweet bread, and a few sugar cats were lazily lying on the bread, the frosting on their bodies melting a little in the morning mist, revealing a translucent luster.

Zhu Si swallowed quietly.

She looked at the red robe in her sleep, and then at the abundance of food on the blanket.

"You're not going to be able to finish it. ”

The little witch muttered, unfolding her handkerchief, and instead of taking the sweet-smelling puffs, she ignored the sugar cats who wagged their tails and paws at her in the dessert plate, but carefully wrapped a few pieces of white bread and a small bottle of orange juice that had been opened.

"When I find my parents, I'll come back and pay you back. Zhu Si muttered quietly, with a little unease and guilt, quietly got up, took her little baggage, lifted her hood, and prepared to slip away.

Then a small mouse wearing a pointed wizard's hat fell out of her hood and landed on a fat mushroom umbrella.

Squeak!

The mouse screamed, and the little matchstick-like wand in his hand swung hard, throwing out a flash of golden sparks, which was very beautiful. The spark landed on the mushroom's canopy, leaving a yellow spot.

Faster than it screamed, it was Zhu Si's movements.

At the same time as the sparks sprang out of the tip of her wand, the little witch raised the small mirror in her hand and covered the light with the light of Mr. Mouse, who was wearing a pointed wizard's hat.

"Who are you?" she asked calmly.

The mouse waved his wand in his hand and pulled out the wand flowers as if he were performing on stage, but he turned a deaf ear to the little witch's problems.

Zhu Si glanced at the mouse wizard, then at the sleeping wizard who was frowning in the mushroom bush, and thoughtfully, "Are you with him?"

The rat was still fiddling with its wand, only this time it took off its hat in thanks.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest...... But I'm going to find my mom and dad, so I won't play with you. The little witch put away the small mirror in her hand, whispered an apology to the little mouse in front of her, and then tiptoed to the morning light, and turned and walked into the depths of the oak forest.

Behind her.

The Rat Wizard put on his pointed wizard hat again, clung to his wand, and stumbled after him.

Behind the shade of the trees, the cries of the grandmothers beating their chests and the birds getting up were the accompaniment of the little witch's hike.

......

......

When Zhu Si quietly left in the morning light.

Zheng Qing is witnessing all kinds of winds in his dreams.

To be precise, it was a dream within a dream—he wasn't sure if he was still in the land that Hasta was looking for, or even if he was still in a dream.

The only thing that is certain is the wind.

The cold wind, the warm wind, the mountain wind, the sea breeze, the spring breeze, the east wind, the wind blowing through the tips of the leaves on the grassland, the wind that drills through the treetops in the forest, the free-spirited wind sandwiched between the salty and fishy, the wind that rushes straight up to the sky and breaks through the thick clouds.

All kinds of winds swirled and roared, or like whips, slamming his body, or like a pair of small hands, gently caressing his face, or like Mr. Zhang's face, earnestly teaching.

Mr.

Thinking of Mr.'s face, Zheng Qing in the wind was suddenly stunned.

He vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something.

At the end of the wind, out of the witch's sight, there was a seedling growing at a speed visible to the naked eye amid the cheers and singing of the winds.

One leaf, two leaves, three leaves.

One branch, two branches, three branches.

Winds that were similar in nature but different in appearance blew from afar, landed on the seedling, and disappeared. Every wisp of wind disappears and makes that seedling grow a little.

The wind is getting less and less, and the seedlings are growing bigger and bigger.

Gradually, it grows from a bud to a small tree. Although it is not high, it gives people a feeling of standing up to the sky and the earth from a distance.

The green leaves hung on the delicate branches, and there were not many leaves, less than fifty, but they were like small open hands, helping the little tree to hold up the world.

When the last wisp of wind disappeared into the trees, the whole world suddenly became empty.

A crisp, continuous cracking sound sounded from outside the sky, and golden nets and complex runes could be vaguely seen gliding across the sky, like meteorites falling from outside the sky, with long burning tails behind them.

Zheng Qing raised his head and looked blankly at this scene that seemed to be the end of the world and the beginning of the wilderness.

The small tree was reflected in the sky.

It waved its branches, as if announcing its growth.

After a long time, the young wizard suddenly realized that this was the deepest world of his soul, and that small tree was a seed that had just sprouted not long ago.

When Zheng Qing woke up in his heart, a huge attraction threw his consciousness out of the sea of consciousness from the outside in. Zheng Qing once again experienced the feeling of falling from the sky.

In the oak forest, among the mushroom bushes.

The sleeping young wizard sat up straight and fled in all directions.