"Najib, do you know where the most spectacular part of the East African Great Migration is?"

Kitahara and Kaede adjusted their cameras, put them on the branches of a tree as a tripod, and suddenly asked with a smile.

At this time, the sky was just getting brighter from the darkness of the African savannah, and there were still stars in the sky that had not faded away. Venus hung in the sky, and the sun showed a few corners on the endless vast grassland, rendering most of the world

Turns orange.

"ah?"

Najib, who was stepping on his feet to feed Scheherazade with branches, tilted his head in confusion when he heard this sentence. He reached out and hugged the baby elephant's face, which he rubbed affectionately with. He thought seriously for a few seconds and then opened his mouth tentatively.

The ground asked: "Is it the Mara River?"

There is a section of the river that separates the Serengeti and the Masai Mara, and there are countless Nile crocodiles and hippopotamuses living there. These two creatures, which are definitely not good-tempered, constitute the last hurdle that millions of animals have to face.

When millions of wildebeests, zebras, and antelopes come here every year, Nile crocodiles are already crying for food, ready to bite their legs and feet, tear their food apart and drown them. They often have to pay tens of thousands of their fellow citizens to feed the crocodiles.

The price will pass.

Human beings say that it is the "crossing of heaven", but in fact there is no difference. Facing that river, if you fail to rush across to reach the heaven with abundant water and beautiful grass, then you will really go to heaven.

Either life or death.

"Yes, it is indeed there."

Kitahara and Feng adjusted the focus, looked up at the group of animals mixed with zebras and wildebeests, and seemed to smile helplessly: "If no one is there, this is why we are in the Grumiti River.

The reason why I stayed there for so long."

Although the Grumiti River is not as famous as the Crossing of Heaven that takes place in the Mara River, it is indeed a river section that animals must cross during the great migration. There are also many Nile crocodiles and hippopotamuses living in it.

, It’s just not as ferocious as the Mara River.

So there are not as many people as in Mara River.

The traveler sat in his driver's seat and looked out through the car window. He only saw the wildebeests gnawing on the grass under the dazzling light of the sunrise, making loud noises, and a herd of zebras running in the distance.

Under the infinitely high morning glow, even Scheherazade seemed to have become smaller in size. Golden and orange-red steam evaporated from the ground, blurring all the details on the grass, as if this land was being transformed by the sun.

And melt.

The backlit side of all animals turned into deep black silhouettes in the field of vision, standing in the brilliant light as if solidified.

The Grumiti River was sparkling, and a few bold birds landed on the heads of the yawning hippos, causing the surface of the river to ripple with magnificent ripples, like burnt mirrors and gold.

The wind was lying on his shoulder, chuckling, blowing the traveler's combed hair into a mess, and even getting into his scarf to chirp and joke.

"Every year the Mara River is surrounded by cars."

"The wildebeests and crocodiles were stunned."

"How on earth do you humans tolerate a river full of hippos? It smells really bad."

"Kitahara Kitahara, I just saw the always beautiful big rhinoceros not far away!"

The traveler patiently listened to their noise, then took out a flower he had collected over the past few days from the vase. Hearing their voices, he suddenly became happy and circled around the fragrant plant with a huff.

Turn around.

The wind likes flowers, or in other words, they are always obsessed with fragrant things, so people can smell the fragrance from distant places in the whistling wind.

The traveler comforted them, then turned his head, smiled and shouted to Najib, who had climbed to the top of the elephant: "Come quickly - if you don't come, I will eat breakfast for you -!"

"Eh? Kitahara, please save some for me, I'm still comforting Scheherazade!"

Najib reached out and touched the top of the baby elephant's head, puffed up his cheeks, and shouted loudly.

Scheherazade is really not in a good temper recently. The anxiety of "I can see the water source, but I can't go in to take a bath and roll around, and get all muddy" makes her whole elephant become wilted.

Yes, I used extra force when biting the branch - it was like letting out air.

"Okay, okay, good girl. There are a lot of crocodiles here. Isn't there a pond not far away where you can take a bath?"

Najib put his face on the other person's head, gently stroked the elephant's ears with his fingers, and said with a deep smile in his voice: "When we continue to set off, maybe we can catch up with other elephants.

oh."

"Hum -" the little princess seemed to want to stamp her hoof, but considering that Najib was still on her body, she finally just touched him with the tip of her soft nose.

Keep your word!

"Of course! I'm not lying to you."

Najib raised his face, as if he understood the meaning of his girl's words. He stretched out his hand and made a high-five with the elephant's trunk. His slightly bent dark brown eyes seemed to be dancing with bright flames in the morning sun.

He glanced at the height, which was not too high, jumped down from Scheherazade, kissed him hard on the cheek, and then ran towards the RV.

Even though he knew that Kitahara and Kaede would save a big portion in the end, he still wanted to hug his friend who had gotten up to prepare breakfast in the morning.

There is no reason, I just want to hug each other, put my face against the other person's body, and use the hugging posture to peek behind my back to see what kind of jam the travelers will put on the biscuits today.

"Today's jam is sour and suitable for appetizers. It tastes great with a small can of canned luncheon meat."

Kitahara and Feng went into the small kitchen of the RV and took out a can of cans and a jar of homemade jam. As if they knew what the boy was thinking, they smiled and spoke, their voices still sounding unhurried.

Mild taste.

"Hmm! It looks like it tastes great!"

Najib hugged his adult friend contentedly, narrowed his eyes happily, leaned on his shoulder and watched curiously as he took the lunch meat out of the can with small tongs and spread it on the chopping board, cutting it into pieces the size of biscuits.

Almost the same slices of meat.

Two biscuits sandwich two layers of lunch meat, with vegetable slices inside.

Kitahara and Kaede thought for a while, then dug out the jam with a small silver spoon and sprinkled it on the surface of the upper biscuits. They deliberately used some skills on the way to make the shape of the jam as graceful as if it had been extruded from a piping bag.

"You eat a few pieces first, and I'll make a cup of oat milk for you later. There just happens to be a lot of milk powder and oats left - by the way, do you want to add honey?"

"Add!" Najib answered without hesitation, his voice rising happily, as if he was about to sing a song in the next second.

In fact, he had already begun humming an unknown tune cheerfully, intermittently, and even Kitahara and Kaede, who were leaning against him, couldn't hear it clearly.

"Be careful of tooth decay." Kitahara and Kaede smiled, reached for the oats and milk powder cans to brew, and mixed a large pot of hot oat milk into the big belly pot, and put a few tablespoons of honey in it.

Najib muttered twice, as if he didn't hear it at all, and dismissed the problem of "cavities", and buried his head firmly on Beiyuan's body.

He likes sweets - obviously in this world, desserts are as romantic as life and love! How could anyone not like something that makes people feel happy? At most, it's just a matter of more or less.

Najib's thinking has always been very rational, so he quickly got rid of his guilty conscience and stuck his head out to look at the breakfast made by Kitahara and Feng:

At this time, all the food had been put together, and a dried flower specimen was placed beside it, which seemed to give the breakfast a gentle fragrance.

There is a softness that is incompatible with the rough Africa.

It seems that as long as you stay with this person, no matter where you live, you can live a romantic and poetic life, the kind of poetry that is as soft as flowing water.

"Then we can drink drinks and have breakfast under the acacia tree while watching the wildebeests."

Kitahara and Kaede handed the oat milk to Najib, said with a smile, and touched the boy's hair that was slightly raised after a good sleep.

"Actually, I think it would be great to sit on the tree and have BBQ and open champagne."

Najib carried the milk jug and climbed to the top of the RV in threes and fives. His brown eyes reflected the sun in the distance, and his voice seemed to contain the sparkling longing of a child:

"On the prairie—"

The wind blew through the silver rings and bells around his neck, making a pleasant ringing sound.

No one who has been suppressed by society would not want to have a real drink on this unrestrained grassland and let human beings' proud rationality completely lose control, thereby declaring their breaking and defecting from the shackles of civilization.

:Even if it’s just for a moment.

Especially Najib.

In essence, he is more like an ignorant little beast that broke into this world than a human being.

The bloated and arrogant rationality of human society, the fanaticism to find reasons and answers for everything, and the absurdity that all existence could collapse made him feel that he was incompatible with the so-called rules of human beings and civilization.

He is more suitable to live in the background and sequel of some fantasy fairy tale, without being judged by anyone, hugging a baby elephant to sleep every day in the starlit meadow.

"Let's wait until you're an adult."

Kitahara and Kaede also rolled up and took a breath for a while. Their orange-gold eyes looked at the sky in the distance. They seemed to be silent for several seconds before they smiled and said: "Underage people are not allowed to drink, at least here they are.

so."

"Kitahara——"

"It's no use calling me by my name. Let's wait until your birthday."

"But it was December, Kitahara!"

The Grumiti River still flows.

With the arrival of the dry season, the water volume of this river is far less abundant than it was at the beginning.

One or two crocodiles were lying on the shore, lazily staring at the wildebeest not far away, with no intention of moving, and looked extremely harmless - if there were not several skeletons of unknown creatures scattered around it.

These cunning creatures know that the wildebeest will eventually choose to rush to the river, and then they can have a feast, so there is no need to take the initiative to attack now.

Why go out and grab takeaways when you can wait and see if they can be delivered to your door for free?

A Nile crocodile lazily grew its mouth in the mud, revealing sharp and sharp yellow-brown teeth. Coupled with the powerful bite force of the crocodile, it can bite the arm in two without any hindrance.
To be continued...