The sunshine the next day was very good, so that when Kitahara and Kaede went to find Borges, the latter hadn't woken up yet. When the traveler poked him in the face, he just changed his posture and continued to hum.

He still fell asleep on his desk, covering his head and body with a quilt, like a Halloween ghost poorly disguised with sheets, incompatible with the too bright sunshine.

Beiyuan and Feng lowered their heads and looked at each other, and found that he was still holding the book she handed him the night before yesterday tightly in his arms, with his cheek leaning on it, and a soft smile hanging on the corner of his sleeping mouth, so he was helpless and gentle.

He smiled and put down the quilt.

From the bottom of his heart, he really wanted this guy with severe insomnia to sleep a little longer. But he also knew that if he continued to sleep like this, he would probably wake up complaining of headaches and stomach discomfort, and even have to sleep at night.

Spend more time sleeping.

So he raised the corners of his lips and deliberately raised his voice a little. The soft voice sounded like a light and playful tone:

"Mr. Borges, if you don't get up, I won't have time to read to you today - and Garcia probably won't have time to read to you today either."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sheet ghost on the chair suddenly shook violently, followed by strong squirming, and finally the entire quilt slipped off.

Borges's magnificent peacock blue eyes seemed to have a sense of confusion after just waking up. He tilted his head and looked at Kitahara and Kaede. It took several seconds before he suddenly realized the meaning of several words in the other person's words.

Then he fell silent.

"Dear Mr. Rabbit, the best way to wake someone up is not to tell a ghost story..."

The retired magician muttered feebly, tossed a few times on his chair, and allowed himself to be caught by Kitahara and Kaede, who had long expected it. He yawned and closed his eyes again.

As a person who suffers from insomnia, of course I am not going back to sleep, I am just recalling the feeling of falling asleep before.

"If I didn't say so, you wouldn't want to wake up."

Kitahara and Kaede said in a tone that they really had no choice, then took off the clothes and coats hanging on the side, and put them on one by one for this man who was obviously still immersed in a dream.

Borges, on the other hand, was like a doll, obediently allowing the other party to move, only mumbling some words that humans could not understand.

After the traveler tied his coat, he stretched out lazily, lying on Kitahara and Kaede's bodies like a stretched cat and rested for a long time. After ten minutes, he rested leisurely.

Walk leisurely to wash up and eat.

By the way, a snow-white rabbit shook out from the corner of his robe.

Kitahara and Feng squatted down as usual, hugged the little guy they hadn't seen all night, took out a pile of carrot slices from their pockets and fed it to him.

The sunlight from the window was blocked by the huge wings of Quetzalcoatl for a moment, but it was only for a short while. The feathered serpent, which had returned to its original appearance, quickly flew over and almost destroyed the small tree in the yard below.

Blowing crookedly.

Marquez held his doll, sat on the grass, and watched quietly as Sigma was distributing food for the lawn picnic, and then "stole" a palm core openly.

In the end, the non-writing writer tilted his head innocently under Sigma's condemning eyes, reached out and gave him a mouthful, and then nibbled it all away in a rhythmic manner, revealing that he was very close to the bright sunshine.

Contrasting mood.

After washing up, Borges ate a piece of toast spread with jam. While distracted, he took another sip of milk that Kitahara and Kaede handed him, causing his mouth to mumble: "Actually,

I think eating this much is enough..."

"You just had a bite of toast." Kitahara and Kaede, who were putting away their painting tools, turned their heads, glanced at the remaining food on the tray, and sighed slightly.

Then he dug out a bag of nuts from somewhere, poured them all into the milk glass, and said in a gentle voice, "If you don't want to eat anything else, then at least drink this."

"Oh, that's too bad...I'm not talking about you, Kitahara. I'm just saying that it's too bad for me.

Already."

Borges stared at the nuts floating in the glass for a long time, finally coughed, his eyes drifted to the other side, and said in a lively tone: "Well - do you want us to talk about something interesting? For example

About last night when I was walking down the streets of Buenos Aires?”

He calmly put down the milk glass, stood up and looked at the sunlight coming through. His voice was as brisk as reciting a poem in a waltz: "A very beautiful tiger, just like that, quietly."

Lying on the street, with the sunset as golden as its fur behind it, it is like the armor of Zeus."

"Of course, they are also very similar to your eyes, Kitahara."

The retired magician raised his head and looked at the sun, pulling up his hat somewhat deliberately to block the sunlight that was so bright that it seemed to burn everything into glass. There was a smile in his peacock blue eyes: "

It’s golden and very beautiful.”

Kitahara and Kaede blinked.

He did not say that his eyes were actually orange-gold, nor did he ask the other party why he thought a tiger with orange fur and a sunset-red sky were golden.

Nor did he consider why the other party saw a tiger on the streets of Buenos Aires.

He just smiled, handed the milk back to the other person's hand, then tied his scarf into a knot again, pressed down the slightly raised corner of the scarf, and reached out to catch the tail end of a wisp of wind that wanted to escape.

"Let's go, those children are still waiting for us."

The traveler said with a smile: "And the sunshine today is also golden. You can slowly think about your beautiful golden tiger under the sun."

"Yo-woo-!"

Quetzalcoatl raised his head and let out a long and distant sound, similar to the roar of a dragon, but it still gave people the feeling of being a bit crisp and lively in its infancy.

Its huge body flew across the sky, and the shadows that should have fallen were dispersed by the feathers that shone like jewels on its surface. The pair of huge emerald-colored wings stirred up the airflow, and the azure blue at the end of the wings blended into the blue glass-like sky without any hindrance.

Anyone who sees this scene can see how happy this beautiful fantasy creature is.

——The little feathered snake has made many, many new friends recently, and the little feathered snake is very happy; having people go shopping and playing with him, the little feathered snake is also very happy; being able to return to his normal body shape and fly into the sky, the little feathered snake is simply super, super happy.

As for being able to take his new friend to the sky soon: Anyway, the little feathered snake is even more excited about it.

"I want to show the superb flying skills of the Quetzalcoatl!"

The little feathered serpent flapped its wings and scurried down, turning into a small and delicate snake. It coiled around Sigma's neck, flapped its wings happily, and said in a light and proud voice: "That Kunpeng used to flap its wings.

It can fly into outer space, but I’m actually no worse than it!”

What the God of Wind controls is the flow of air. The Earth's atmosphere covers a much larger area than humans imagine, and even the thin outer air has encompassed the moon.

The real atmosphere extends 630,000 kilometers into space, far exceeding the distance between the earth and the moon. As the god of wind that controls the atmosphere, even if the atmosphere is thin, the feathered serpent can wrap up the wind belt Sigma and swing around twice outside.

.

"Eh? Let's forget it."

Sigma raised his head, was stunned for a moment, then smiled sheepishly, stretched out his hand and stuffed a piece of golden corn that looked delicious into Quetzalcoatl's mouth: "It's for you."

"Uh-huh! Delicious!"

The feathered serpent, who was still a little confused at first, immediately forgot the question he had just asked after seeing the corn. He bit off the corn cob with satisfaction and chewed the corn kernels together.

Marquez turned over and tilted his head to look at Sigma, holding the fluffy doll that had been warmed by the sun in his hand. He suddenly blinked and his snow-white eyelashes moved.

"Why?" he asked curiously.

He knew that Sigma liked the sky, high places, and stars, and that space should perfectly fit the other person's imagination.

Sigma's answer was to stuff half a jar of rainbow jelly beans into his mouth.

The gray eyes, which looked light and translucent under the light, looked away slightly embarrassed under Marquez's somewhat blank gaze.

"No reason." He muttered, "I just don't want to."

Marquez chewed the jelly beans in his mouth and felt that they tasted sweet, so he narrowed his eyes happily and lay on Sigma's shoulder nonchalantly.

"If you're afraid of not seeing us."

The white-haired young man shook his hair, like silk shaking off the sunlight. There seemed to be some kind of imperceptible smile in his light purple-yellow eyes, and his voice was light: "I'm actually afraid that I won't be able to see it.

you."

He was wearing all snow-white today, and his feather waistcoat was swaying in the wind caused by Quetzalcoatl. The sunlight was jumping on it, giving him a sparkling beauty.

Sigma was stunned for a second.

Then he was like a rabbit thrown into the pot, his whole body turned red instantly.

"No! It's not because of..."

Before he could refute a few words, he felt a shadow being cast on his head, followed by a familiar voice with a gentle smile:

"What's not there?"

Sigma turned his head in surprise, and as expected saw Kitahara and Kaede, as well as Borges beside him, who was smiling lazily with his eyes narrowed.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then buried himself in the traveler's arms and hummed, pretending that nothing happened before.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at the rare child who came over to act coquettishly, their eyes slightly bent, and they took the initiative to hug and pat each other, and pulled each other to sit on the lawn. Borges next to them was a little envious, so he looked around more

Marquez tilted his head and glanced.

Marquez swallowed the remaining jelly beans, stood up, and obediently gave his teacher a hug, touching his cheek with his cheek, and then settled back on the grass.

Borges took the opportunity to take a small sip from his lovely white cat, which made him feel much happier. However, after sitting down, he still rubbed the other person's hair jokingly and said:

"You're not as lively as before, Garcia. In the past, you pounced on me as soon as you saw me."

"But the teacher feels more lively than before."

Marquez hugged his doll and raised his eyes to look at the other person. There was seriousness without any joking in his light and distant voice:

“So the agoraphobia is getting better?”

"...Why do you think I am a retired magician?"
To be continued...