The little witch grabbed the small mirror in her hand and held it across her chest. She looked warily at the red robe leaning askew among the mushrooms, her mind going blank.
She couldn't remember what she did yesterday, where she went, or where she came from or where she was going. She only remembered that her home was in a big, warm house with tall beech trees outside and spacious rooms.
The small playground has soft green lawns, golden sunshine, and wizard uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters wearing various robes.
She raised her head and glanced at the sky through the gaps between the oak leaves.
The sunshine here is pale and cold. The sun has just emerged, and you can still see a few stars twinkling in the sky. Just for a short while when the little witch raised her head to look at the sky, she saw those stars twinkling in the sky.
Then one of them went out, as if blown out by the wind.
My name is Jusi.
I'm looking for mom and dad.
The thoughts in her mind gradually became clear, and the little witch's eyes were finally no longer confused. However, the guy in red robe next to her was still a problem.
The wizard was leaning in the mushroom bush, his eyes closed tightly, and his brows were furrowed even in his sleep.
She didn't remember who he was, but his figure looked familiar to her.
Maybe he was a kind-hearted passerby, Zhu Si thought to himself. Maybe he thought he was pitiful yesterday, so he left himself to have dinner? Maybe he even treated himself to a small glass of milk or juice.
However, the little witch touched her shriveled pocket with a troubled expression on her face.
She had no delicious food or heavy gold to give him.
There were still a few Myrtlewood leaves on her wrist, strung with red rope and enchanted. But those leaves had lost their magical effect and were worthless except for some commemorative significance.
Beside the mushroom bush and under the oak tree, there is a large blanket, which is covered with beautiful hairpins and headdresses. A clean white porcelain plate is filled with sweet bread, and several sugar cats are lazily lying on the bread.
The icing on the body melted somewhat in the morning mist, revealing a translucent luster.
Zhu Si swallowed quietly.
She looked at the red robe in her sleep, and then at the rich food on the blanket.
"You won't be able to finish it."
The little witch muttered and unfolded her handkerchief. She did not take the puffs that smelled very sweet, and turned a blind eye to the candy cats wagging their tails and paws at her in the snack plate. She just carefully wrapped a few pieces of white bread,
And a small bottle of orange juice that has been opened.
"When I find my parents, I will come back to pay you back." Zhu Si murmured in a low voice, with a bit of uneasiness and guilt, quietly got up, took her little bundle, lifted her hood, and prepared to slip away.
Then a little mouse wearing a pointed wizard hat fell out of her hood and landed on a fat mushroom umbrella.
Squeak!
The mouse screamed and waved the small matchstick-like wand in his hand, throwing out a stream of golden sparks, which were very beautiful. The sparks fell on the mushroom cap, burning a yellow spot.
What was faster than its screams was Zhu Si's movements.
At the same time that sparks were flying out from the tip of the wand, the little witch raised the small mirror in her hand and used the mirror light to cover the Mr. Mouse wearing the pointed wizard hat.
"Who are you?" she asked calmly.
The mouse waved the wand in his hand and pulled out wand flowers, as if performing on a stage, but turned a blind eye to the little witch's question and turned a deaf ear.
Zhu Si glanced at the mouse wizard, then looked at the frowning and sleeping wizard in the mushroom bush, and said thoughtfully: "Are you in the same group with him?"
The mouse was still there twiddling his wand, but this time he added the gesture of taking off his hat in thanks.
"I'm sorry to disturb your rest...but I have to go find my parents, so I won't play with you." The little witch put away the small mirror in her hand, whispered an apology to the little mouse in front of her, and then stood on tiptoes, stepping on the morning light.
, turned around and walked towards the depths of the oak forest.
behind her.
The mouse wizard put on his pointed wizard hat again, held his wand, and stumbled after him.
Behind the shade of the trees, the ancestors beat their chests and the birds chirped softly after getting up, which were the accompaniment of the little witch's hike.
…
…
When Zhu Si left quietly in the morning light.
Zheng Qing is witnessing all kinds of winds in his dream.
To be precise, it was a dream within a dream - he was not sure whether he was still in the land blessed by Hastur, or even whether he was still in a dreamland.
The only thing that is certain is the wind.
Cold wind, warm wind, mountain breeze, sea breeze, spring breeze, east wind, the wind blowing through the leaf tips on the grassland, the wind passing through the treetops in the forest, mixed with the salty free-spirited wind, rushing straight up to the sky and breaking through
Wind in heavy clouds.
Various winds were spinning and roaring, or like whips, hitting him hard; or like pairs of small hands, gently caressing his face; or like Mr. Zhang's faces, instructing him earnestly.
With.
gentlemen.
Thinking of his husband's face, Zheng Qing was suddenly stunned in the crowd.
He vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something.
At the end of the group of winds, out of reach of the wizard's sight, there is a seedling that is growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye amid the cheers and singing of the group of winds.
One leaf, two leaves, three leaves.
One branch, two branches, three branches.
Winds that are similar in nature but different in appearance blow from a distance, fall on the seedling, and disappear. Every time the wind disappears, the seedling will grow a little.
The wind is getting less and less, and the seedlings are growing bigger and bigger.
Gradually it grows from a budding state into a small tree. Although it is not tall enough, when viewed from a distance, it gives people a feeling of being upright.
The green leaves hang on the slender branches. There are not many leaves, the number is less than fifty, but they are like open little hands, helping the small tree to support the world.
When the last ray of wind disappeared from the tree, the whole world suddenly became empty.
There was a crisp, continuous sound of breaking from the sky, and golden nets and complex runes could be vaguely seen sliding across the sky, like meteorites falling from the sky, with long burning tails behind them.
Zheng Qing raised his head and stared blankly at the scene that seemed like the end of the world, but also like the dawn of the ancient world.
The small tree was reflected in the sky.
It waves its branches as if to announce its growth.
After a long time, the young wizard suddenly realized that this was the deepest world of his soul, and that small tree was a seed that had just sprouted not long ago.
When Zheng Qing woke up in his heart, a huge attraction came from the outside in, throwing his consciousness out of the sea of consciousness. Zheng Qing once again experienced the feeling of falling from the sky.
In the oak forest, among the mushroom bushes.
The sleeping young wizard jumped up and sat up straight, frightening the ancestors who were watching and fled in all directions.