Chapter 100: Quiet night

After leaving the star world, Lorrain Hill's figure reappeared in the night

sky.

The high sky far away from the world is very clear. The white moon can clearly

see the huge crater above it. Under the moonlight, there is a vast sea of

clouds. The clouds are layered and flow slowly, just like a real ocean.

And between the sky and the earth, there is nothing else.

The individual appears extremely small in this boundless landscape, so small

that it cannot find its own existence in this sea of moonlight and clouds.

Lorraine Hill allowed himself to fall from the sky with the wind, like a light

leaf.

The sound of wind came from her ears, and the air flow across the body,

bringing a gentle touch, just like the softest mattress in the world.

She fell into the sea of clouds from a high altitude, her skin was covered

with a light mist, and then she stood out from the sea of clouds and

continued to fall.

The water mist was blown by the wind, bringing bursts of coolness, and below

was a city dotted with lights and sparks.

The night scene on the ground was upside down in the field of vision, as if it

were in the sky, the light became brighter and brighter.

The distant bell came from the harbor, the lighthouse stood quietly, and the

main road was still noisy with pedestrians, carriages, and vendors.

Under the cover of night, Lorrain Hill avoided the sight of everyone, slowly

drifted down the quiet courtyard, and returned again.

Although it is already autumn, the low noise of insects can still be heard in

the grass around, and the pear trees in the courtyard have yellowed leaves and

began to fall loosely.

Lorrain Hill walked into the lawn in the courtyard. The soil was a little

soft, and occasionally he could smell the fragrance of weeds.

Although it was only a short afternoon and evening, she seemed to have

experienced several years, so that this small courtyard seemed a little

strange.

"I really don't know, how did those witches spend such a long life, will they

feel tired too?"

She put her hand on the tree trunk and muttered to herself. The bark was very

rough, bumpy, and there were many peelings on the surface, and some sawdust

fell on her hands.

From a distance, this pear tree is also very healthy and luxuriant, until I

walk in and caress the trunk to find that it has long been scarred.

Maybe this is the truth.

The breeze blew, rolling away the debris from the palm of her hand, and she

returned to the house.

Hu——

A faint flame ignited among the straws, and then spread. The dead branches

placed among the straws also gave rise to bursts of green smoke, and a burst

of smoky smell began to permeate the house.

tremble——

With a slight voice, the dead branches were ignited by the flames, and the

green smoke disappeared, and the warm and orange flames reflected the girl's

eyes.

She was sitting by the fire, her fair hands picked up a few thick woods and

put them into it. The damp wood made a slight whistle, and small bubbles kept

coming out of the wood's fracture, turning into white steam.

The first few dead branches turned into red charcoal, bright and dark in the

night wind, as if breathing, and then the edge turned into gray'fuzz' again,

and finally slipped in the breeze and fell into the fine grass ash. Among.

Look at the large pieces of wood slowly burning, occasionally bursting out a

few small sparks, making a crackling sound, the girl's mood also seems to be

warmer, life still has to go on, right?

She stood up, slid the skirt over the chair, approached the small cabinet next

to her, squatted down with her calves, opened the cabinet door, revealing the

ingredients inside, including potatoes, corn, peanuts, and a large winter

melon.

"Ok......."

Looking at these chunky guys squatting in the corner, Lorrain Hill was

thinking about what to eat tonight. In fact, she wanted to eat meat a little

bit.

I didn't prepare the meat, I sighed from the bottom of my heart, took out two

corns and put them aside, and then took out three potatoes.

looked at the pile of raw peanuts, she didn't do anything, then put her

slender hand on the winter melon, stroked it a little, and knocked it again,

still feeling great.

Forget it, I can't eat.

She closed the door of the cabinet, picked up the potatoes and walked to the

stove, made a small pit in the ashes under the fire with a wooden stick, put

the potatoes in, and then covered the potatoes with the ashes.

Then turn around and peel the corn. She tore off the green leaves wrapped in

the surface and pulled out the long brown beard, which made her hands a little

itchy.

In the end, only the inner two layers of leaves are left, and then buried

under the burning fire like the previous potatoes, and then just wait slowly.

The warm flames keep poking their heads out of the fibers of the wood. The

bottom is colorless and transparent, and the upper part is white, then light

yellow, orange, and red. The tip of the gradual straight flame is wisps of

blue smoke.

The girl sat quietly by the fire, the orange flame flickered slightly, coating

her body with a faint golden layer, and the shadow behind her stretched long

on the ground, while shaking constantly, the moonlight outside the window

brought chills again.

The girl looked at the bright yellow flame and started to be dazed. She didn't

have any deliberate memories or thoughts, but even the scattered memories

slowly rose and fell in her mind, and a feeling of comfort and peace was

permeated in her heart.

It seems to be the same a long time ago. As long as you sit by the fire in

your hometown, a kind of happiness will slowly rise in your heart. Maybe you

still have to hold a big tabby cat in your arms, put a hot water bottle on the

fire, and the sound of adults playing cards in the next room.

In this way, the girl leaned on the back of the chair, looking at the dimming

firelight, her eyes slowly closed, her body undulating slightly, and she

entered a peaceful nap.

The dream seems to have returned to the innocent and happy childhood, running

through the mountains with his feet, chasing the dragonflies, one, two,

three... and then twisting the caught dragonflies with your fingers, carefully

Observed.

lifted the tabby cat high, imitating the movements of the lion king.

was afraid of it struggling to scratch itself, so he quickly put it down, took

out the dragonfly prepared in advance, and handed it to it, attracting it to

come over, calming the nervous mind of the cat.

While it’s eating, caress the smooth fur, soothing it constantly, then pick it

up and do it again~

The fire was burning quietly~www.mtlnovel.com~ Before she knew it, she dreamed

of many, many...

Snapped--

With the explosion of a small spark, Lorrain Hill opened his eyes and his

brain became more awake and comfortable.

The fire in front of her eyes has gradually dimmed, surrounded by a circle of

burnt wood, and the cross section near the center is dark carbon marks.

Several scattered flames are attached to the cross section, as if it will be

extinguished at any time.

The girl moved the wooden branches and gathered the burnt wood towards the

center to make it burn again. This reminded me of the corn and potatoes that

had been buried before.

Pick off the grass ash, one side of the potato has already been carbonized,

exuding a burst of burnt smell, while the corn is a little better, buried as

close as the potato, and the damaged leaf surface is removed, revealing the

full rice inside, exuding a seductive fragrance.

It's a bit hot, the girl thought.

Use two wooden branches to pick up the scorched black potatoes, throw them

into the air, and wrap them in an air current. Then a few small wind blades

cut off the blackened part, leaving the steaming half of the potato, and

slowly fall into it. The palm of the girl's palm was separated by a thin layer

of air current to prevent it from being hot.

The skin of the cooked potato is very easy to tear, revealing the soft and

waxy part, but it still cannot be eaten and it is very hot.

Lorrain Hill used the breeze to keep cooling down before taking a bite. The

faint sweetness of starch began to spread in the mouth.

Corn is after a few potatoes.

Grilled corn is a girl’s favorite in her previous life. Whether it's roasting

corn or eating roasted corn, it makes people happy.

There are some burnt marks on the surface of the corn kernels, but the inside

is very sweet. The hot particles mix in the mouth, and it seems that you can

feel the smell of flames.

In this way, in a quiet night, the silver-haired girl happily ate corn,

ignoring the carbon black staining her cheeks, like a tabby cat.