Time will blur all clear feelings, so you will feel timid when you meet again after a long time.

Because I can't remember many details, only the most profound joys, anger, sorrow and happiness of those back then were still illogical and twisted together without any connection, rolling around and forming a festival, making people almost unable to tell whether they are love or hate. Those historical problems are so complicated that they are like an overnight dinner with unknown ingredients.

It's hard to write.

For example, it makes the lonely boy who once perfunctorily refuses to give a little emotion become obsessed with it, and for example, it makes the bad boy who once stubbornly pestered and becomes confused.

It is said that the best-ranked people in the world can "kill and make decisions", but sometimes, the decision without killing is the most difficult - because there is no correct answer here, and there is even no criterion for judgment.

"Start again" is not as simple as a word.

But maybe you can try it.

After all... giving love is such a tiring thing, so when I look back on that year, I realized that all my memories, hatred and joy were given to such a person. Even if I wanted to change someone, I found that I had no strength anymore.

A truly heart-wrenching love, unreserved, may only be able to meet it once in your life.

Aldo suddenly became clingy. He seemed to be very upset about the words Carlos said on the street. He kept tangling Carlos's hand on the way back - of course it was not a very romantic thing. The water vapor was sufficient in the sea of ​​Sarah State, and it was already stuffy. At this time, the summer and early autumn had not yet subsided. Soon, the palms of the two men were sweating and stuck together.

But Carlos tried to pull out his hands several times, but he attracted Aldo's bigger hand strength and fierce glare.

"But don't you feel uncomfortable?" Carlos finally couldn't help it and asked in the strange sight of the taxi driver's rearview mirror.

Aldo simply said, "No."

Carlos: "I won't jump off the car."

Aldo didn't say anything, but his expression was clearly saying "You can do it."

Carlos sighed: "Also I feel a little hot."

Aldo glanced at him and knocked on the back seat of the taxi driver: "Can you keep the temperature in the car a little lower?"

The innocent driver who was picked on the sting, glanced at the air conditioner that had been twisted to the largest, and suggested to him through the rearview mirror in anger: "Next time, you can choose a refrigerator with rollers and sit back."

"Actually, I think this suggestion is good." Carlos shrugged.

Aldo glanced at him, his tense expression softened a little, and finally he finally showed a little smile, as if the ice had broken and the first ray of running water after the spring freezing.

This made him indulge Carlos to carefully pry open his hand and complain about the sweat on his pants.

Days were still long, he said to himself, leaning against the car window on the other side, looking at Carlos, feeling like he had finally grabbed the string holding the kite floating in the air.

A temple scholar with a harp sign embroidered on his sleeve was waiting for them at the door, with an expression of anxiety. After seeing the person sitting in the taxi clearly, he immediately came up.

"What?" Aldo asked.

"Your Excellency, we found a piece of green feather. When we conducted the second test, we found that the wavelength was difficult to match for some reason." The gray-haired scholar hurriedly took them through the staff passage in the front hall. "Although it was not matched, the music box sang for the first time at another time."

Something flashed through Carlos's mind and he paused.

Aldo immediately stopped as if his eyes had grown on the back of his head.

Carlos' fingers moved gently and hummed a tune that no one else could understand except himself.

"..." The indiscriminate scholar asked inexplicably, "What is that?"

Which song is composed by a race with a strong appreciation level?

"Well..." Aldo, who couldn't hear anything at all, could only infer through logic and asked tentatively, "So is this the music in the music box?"

"The kingfisher flew from the deep sea, from the mountains, from the cracks of every rock," Carlos rolled his eyes, and changed the humming song to lyrics very well, so that all the humans present could understand, "It only sings in the dawn dawn, leaves in the first ray of sunshine, and flew to a world where no one can see, waiting for the next dawn."

"I remember, I had been to Aragutu back then," Carlos said. "This is in a small town very close to Jueying Mountain, listening to the children living there."

"Remember to write it down for me," Aldo said, and then added, "Just just the lyrics."

They entered the room where the crystal music box was stored in the underground palace. Now it was filled with various strange-shaped instruments. Carlos's eyes were still attracted by the blue feather stones on a small glass table at first sight.

The green feather is as big as a person's fist. It can be seen from the light that there are seven or eight faults of "feathers" inside. For this rare mineral, it is conceivable that it should be quite precious.

Carlos picked up the piece of bird feather and looked upside down several times. Everyone held their breath and waited to listen to his high theory. As a result, he hesitated for a long time before asking Louis: "Are you sure this thing is real?"

Louis's radiation-proof glasses slid playfully from the bridge of his nose: "…"

Will the National Museum cry for your doubts, Mr. Flaret?

Aldo took the magnifying glass handed over by the person next to him, looked carefully in Carlos's hand, and then gave an identification from a rich man who had collected many treasures: "Really."

"Are you sure?"

It seemed that Carlos believed in Aldo's eyes more than the reputation of the National Blog. Then he held this precious piece of green feather in his hand, threw it up and caught it under everyone's fearful eyes, and said in great confusion, "But I still feel that something is missing."

"Maybe you want to see our elemental analysis? But it is indeed 100% natural green feather without any manual addition." Louis helped his glasses slide down, "But maybe it was polished, which made it somewhat different from the rough or semi-finished products you've seen..."

"Where was this stone preserved?" Aldo interrupted.

"The museum was excavated in 1823," said Louis, "it has been hundreds of years."

"It may also be that the excavation time was too long and some things were lost - prepare for it, let's go to Jueying Mountain and let Gal take his men to Xiangmang Town to meet. Before that, I hope he can take down the already broken shadow demon. If I want to keep it and wait until next Christmas to add food, I don't think it's necessary."

Aldo was always dissatisfied with all kinds of inefficient work progress, but when he turned to Carlos after he finished his sarcasm, his tone immediately became gentle as a watershed. He also asked in a low voice with a little negotiation: "If you arrive in Aragutu, do you still know the road to Jueying Mountain? I think the landform may have changed a little?"

"As long as they don't build buildings or build railways there," Carlos said.

The dog's eyes were blinded - Louis was murmured in his heart with expressionless expression.

At this time, someone shook at the door. Emmy was holding a form and a signature pen in her hand, and was struggling desperately at him. Louis had to simply explain, take off his gloves and walk out: "What's the matter?"

"Sign." Emmy rubbed her hands obscenely, "I heard that the shadow demon that Carlos and the others killed last time was removed from the block. Some places were taken to make up for the barrier. The remaining three months of approval stage, right? Hehehehe, Instructor Megelt, I salute you on behalf of the entire team of the therapists."

Louis thought for a while: "Yes."

Then this serious and careful person took Amy's approval application and checked it carefully one by one. Amy looked at his focused side face with nothing, and could no longer tell whether the throbbing in her heart was a fool.

There was a scratch on Louis' neck, and the back of his hand was wrapped in thick gauze. It was said that it was left in the training class. Maybe Gal's desperate efforts also affected him, or... this guy was also a very desperate person.

Emmy was attracted by this person when she saw Louis at first. At that time, he was thinking, if such a handsome man could smile more, he would definitely fascinate many people, but why did he always frown?

But even though he always frowned, he was still so handsome that people dared not look directly at him. He was like a black pearl, even his glory was introverted and silent, but it was still a rare treasure.

Even if it is a "rare treasure" that is as scared as a person or as sad as a ghost.

Louis finally checked all the terms, nodded, and signed his name at the end: "It's OK."

However, Emmy did not reach out to take it, and still looked at him in a daze. Her eyes were so deep that they could not even cover up her heavy eye makeup. At first glance, she almost looked like a hungry beast.

"Mr. Berg?" Louis frowned.

"Do you still think...I'm disgusting?" Amy asked suddenly.

His eyes flashed slightly, and his eyes looked like a pair of fragile glass, which would fall apart with a touch. Louis's lips pursed unwell.

Many times, although Louis was a little more harsh, he did not always express his displeasure directly - although he did not have any happy expressions, especially Emmy was not the rookie apprentice he brought.

This man is a powerful and serious therapist, and he has saved many lives.

If possible, Louis didn't want to hurt him.

"You are a person worthy of respect, Mr. Berg." Finally, he just gently exposed it with such words, paused, and said, "There were some offensive things in the past, maybe I didn't react for a moment, I'm sorry."

Amy looked at him, and a sad expression suddenly appeared on her face.

"I understand." He finally said softly.

Louis lowered his eyes, handed the signed approval form to him, took a step back, and nodded politely: "I lost my companion."

Emmy looked at his back - he was more familiar with this back than the front face. This guy didn't say a word. He always explained it concisely and turned around and left. His eyes kept following Louis. Seeing Carlos and Aldo whispering something, Aldo looked at him and laughed softly.

It wasn't a particularly obvious smile. Perhaps Carlos wasn't talking about anything funny - he was just holding it at the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on the other person's face, and he seemed so focused, and he had the kind of joy he couldn't help but show his emotions that he didn't notice.

Aldo turned his head for some reason and happened to meet Emmy's gaze. He seemed to be slightly stunned. Emmy reached up and raised her hand as if she had pinched a non-existent brim. Then, Void took the hat-taking action and turned around and left with his approved application form.

"I don't need me here." Emmy Berg thought self-deprecatingly.

After a period of material preparation and personnel transfer, ten days later they arrived at the legendary Xiangmang Town.

Fortunately, there are still not many man-made traces here, and no one can build railways or buildings on Jueying Mountain - even if Jueying Mountain is beautiful, there is not even a decent road nearby, and there are rare fresh air resources.

However, the natural environment of this remote scenic spot is too dangerous. It is said that Jueying Mountain is still a "Virgin Peak". Since records have been made, several adventure teams from different countries have all been broken on it.

Of course there is an error - because these useless explorers gave up halfway, they did not see the "travel here" carved by someone without any morality on the most conspicuous stone on the top of the mountain.

Three more days later, Gal rushed to Xiangmang Town with a group of elite hunters and his wasteful apprentice Evan.
Chapter completed!