You won't notice when you're on the street —

When I lay on the table like this and look out the window, I feel that the snowflakes are scattering beautifully.

It's a rare time of day in the middle of the day, and maybe these wool-like snowflakes will turn the town white in a few moments.

"It's safe here, don't worry about me, you can rest a little longer, Boss Cat will make lunch and I'll wake you up."

Ranch put down the book in his hand and said to Sigrid.

His voice was like Sigrid who didn't want to wake up half-awake, and it seemed to have a hint of command.

Perhaps only with the requirements of the work order will she sleep peacefully.

"Hmm."

Sigrid soon felt like she had been lit up and snorted softly on the table.

The man's already gentle voice was more like a lullaby at this point.

For some reason, she seemed to have a dream just now, it was a long winter day like eternity, and in her hazy memory, she was also trekking through the vast snowfield with the person next to her.

But in the dream, they were on the run, but she didn't panic at all.

Sure enough, it was a dream, a rare dream, and even if the reality seemed so safe, she never felt at ease.

It is not surprising that one day, she was chased and killed by the Bloodclan.

Sigrid closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Even so.

She also hopes to be able to continue in the gentle township for another half a minute, just for a while.

……

Dozens of minutes later, the snow in Little Night City was shaking.

In this intimate living room, the décor is quaint but charming, with Ranchi and Sigrid sitting at a wooden table.

There are several half-empty plates on the table.

Today's main dish of choice is the low-temperature boiled beef ribs with black truffle and mushroom sauce, which are highly praised at the boss cat's restaurant for their tender meat and rich umami, slow-cooked to perfection, sprinkled with precious black truffle fragments on the surface, accompanied by sauce, every bite is a feast for the taste buds.

The main dish, lemon-flavored salt-baked lobster noodles, took the longest time, combining fresh lobster meat with delicate handmade pasta, paired with lemon juice and spices for a spicy yet refreshing flavor experience.

There is also a children's favorite caramel roast duck with roasted pears and black pepper honey sauce, which is made from soft duck meat and grilled to caramel on the skin, served with the sweetness of roasted pears and the slight spiciness.

"Hiccup."

Sigrid leaned back in her chair, finishing her lunch much faster than Ranch, as usual.

She always looked like a wild child of a hungry tiger, and she couldn't see any table manners.

Of course, it could also be because of Ranch's connivance.

Among the precautions explained by the secretary before departure, she was actually forbidden to dine with Lan Qi like this.

She didn't care at all until she got Lanchi's personal confirmation and asked her to do whatever she wanted.

Ranch was still eating unhurriedly.

Seeing this, Sigrid took out a piece of letter paper and pen from her luggage.

If you want to follow him into the Demon Realm, you won't be able to find a postman to send a letter to the Golant Empire for a long time, and Nighttown is the last city-state that can send letters.

Sigrid was buried in her pen, her face gradually showing a look of distress, her strokes seemed clumsy, and she needed to think about how to write words from time to time.

Her expression is full of unconfidence in writing, but at the same time there is a desire to express sincerity.

Ranchi put down the cutlery and tapped the napkin to the corner of his mouth.

He didn't rush Sigrid, but looked at Sigrid's letter with a gentle and interested expression.

"Write it right away."

Sigrid assured, and buckled her head again for the jam.

She had never been to school, and the texts of the congregation had been taught to her by the nuns in the orphanage.

"Need some help?"

Lanch asked.

"Then you can help me."

After a moment of struggling, Sigrid finally looked up at Rankie.

This time, she didn't refuse Lanch to teach her.

"First of all, the purpose of writing a letter is to convey your thoughts, and at the same time you want the recipient to feel all this, so if it's just the most basic running account, boring to report what you eat every day, don't you think it looks more like a diary? The other party may not be sure whether you are doing well or not. ”

Ranch sat across the table, his posture upright and elegant, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, as if thinking about how to inspire Sigrid.

"It does ......"

Sigrid looked down at her clumsy handwriting, looking a little frustrated.

"It's okay, you're smart and it's easy to write letters."

Ranch shifted his chair and sat down next to Sigrid.

His eyes were gentle and focused, and his voice was full of encouragement through the edge of the letter.

Seagrid's tiny hands were frostbitten and calloused, and she looked up at Ranchi again, waiting for him to continue.

"Sigrid, try not just to write down the text you want to say, but to write down your heart, how you feel about your younger siblings."

Ranch began to whisper.

A few days ago, he read Sigrid writing a letter, and he probably knew about Sigrid's living situation.

"However, I don't know how to express it, and it's good that I can write Braille."

Sigrid responded, her voice slightly confused.

"At Sigrid, everyone's emotions are unique. Your love for them, your thoughts, these are yours, and there is no need for flowery rhetoric. ”

Ranch was patient, and he slowly and clearly explained to Sigrid how to express himself through words,

"Sometimes when you do something, you don't have to think about having to do 100 points, but you can do 60 points, which will make it easier for you to take the first step and start working on the things at hand, and you will find that when you are worried and hesitant about how to complete a 100 percent work, you can start 50 60 points of work with confidence."

Then Lanch picked up the pen and wrote a few words in his notebook.

He wouldn't help Seagrid write, but would show her how to write a few words she couldn't write.

After all, she still has to follow her own ideas.

“……”

Sigrid hesitated for a moment.

"You don't have to worry about me, I'm safe."

She picked up the pen again and began to write slowly, reading to Ranch,

"My work is going very well, but without you by my side, I always feel a little empty in my heart."

Her tone gradually became more assertive.

"Good, Sigrid, that's it. Say it from your heart, and I'll teach you the words you don't know. ”

Ranch encouraged her.

The glimmer of light outside the window intertwines with the interior lights, and this quiet snowy day becomes a witness to their friendly relationship.

It was as if Sigrid had gradually let go of her protective shell and opened her heart, and her language became more fluent and sincere.

"Sometimes, when I see some beautiful scenery on the road, I think how happy it would be if you guys saw it here."

She wrote, and muttered to Ranch.

"That's exactly what you should share, Sigrid, really feel."

Ranch nodded in agreement.

He is not only teaching language and writing skills, but also sharing his understanding of life and the delicate capture of emotions.

Boss Cat got up from his chair and looked at Sigrid's letter from the corner of the table.

It notices that Ranch seems to be really good at getting along with children.

For a while, it felt like Lan Qi had become a normal person.

It seems that Hugh Bao and his own advice to him is effective, and his condition has finally improved.

As long as you don't get sick suddenly and teach children how to make zombies or mummies, it's really good.

(End of chapter)