Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Mars Flashes

The oil sizzled and slipped from the thin stick that was put on, dripping into the flames, splashing bright yellow fireworks.

Lorraine Hill sat by the campfire, writing recent events in the open thick-shelled book. Some of them were received from the organization 'Fire-Eyed Warbler', some of them were inquired about by herself, and some of them came from the Karites Chamber of Commerce through letters.

Iyena took off the grilled kebab, placed it on the warm wooden plate, and handed it over.

"Sister Messia." She called the blond girl's name.

"Well, wait a minute." The girl raised her head in the firelight, packed the book, put it on the stone beside, then took the barbecue slices handed by Iyena, and ate it in small bites.

"It's delicious." The meat was roasted hot, and there was a burning pleasure in eating it.

Hearing the girl's compliment, Iyena laughed, feeling that she was so useful.

"I'll cook some more wheat porridge, it will warm you up at night." Iyena said, stood up, found some grated oatmeal from the carriage, put it in a small iron pot, and boiled it.

Roland Hill looked at the bland oatmeal, then took out a sugar bowl, poured a little white sugar into the oatmeal, and a burst of tempting sweetness wafted out.

"Is it sugar? It's expensive." Yiena looked at the white sugar with reluctance.

"Yes, but don't worry, because this is produced in my hometown, so it won't be very expensive." The girl comforted, and then sat down with Yiena again.

"Did you seldom eat sugar before?" Roland Hill asked the girl beside him.

"Very few, because it's too expensive. Only every winter festival, Dad will bring back a small jar of honey."

"In winter, I can occasionally eat meat, my brother is in charge of roasting, and I brush a little honey on the side, it will be very sweet."

"This is the happiest time of the year, because there is no need to go out to work, and mum and dad are at home."

"It's just that my father will teach my brother a lesson occasionally. It's wrong to think so, because if the winter is long, there will be no food at home, so I don't like winter very much."

"This is what life is like..." Lorraine Hill listened to the remarks of the girl beside him, stirring the porridge, occasionally flashing past scenes in his mind.

It seems that there was also a period of time when she was alone in the rental house, sitting by the induction cooker, cooking noodles and buying vegetables and eggs. Not for anything else, just to save money like this. At that time, it was snowing outside the window and it was almost the Spring Festival, but because of work, I couldn't go home.

Ordinary life, a touch of loneliness, a little unsatisfactory and sentimental.

The words on the phone were familiar and distant, and the former peers of the same age gradually became unfamiliar, and there was nothing to say when they met, except for a moment of courtesy.

As I get older, I am more and more aware of the difficulties and complexities of society, and I am less and less able to see tragedies, because it is easy to be emotional, and I only like lighthearted stories in the end.

Sometimes I also give up thinking about overly complicated things because it is tiring. It is tiring to understand others, and it is even more tiring to make others understand, so I keep silent and walk alone on the way to and from get off work.

I also once hoped that the world would become better, but I was afraid to think about it, how can it be called good, everyone has different wishes, and in the end, they can only give up.

"Wheat porridge is ready." Iyena's voice sounded beside her ear, bringing Loren Hill back to reality.

Loren Hill hummed softly, and then asked Yiena to bring the wooden bowl and put the cooked wheat porridge.

The delicate wheat porridge is like milk, with a slight sweet aroma in the richness. After drinking it, the body feels a little warmer, like a small stove flowing quietly in the chest, dispelling the cold of winter.

Looking at Roland Hill's dazed appearance, Iyena turned her head slightly.

"Is Sister Messia thinking about something?"

"Yes, I was thinking of people I knew before."

"Sister Messia is also sad..." The girl sighed slightly. In her heart, the girl who rescued her was so strong and firm, and this scene was something she never thought of.

"Yes, I will cry." Roland Hill smiled.

"Before an adult became an adult, he was also a child." The girl recalled what happened in her memory.

"I used to think that my parents were perfect and powerful. This thought even lasted for a long time. It was not until I returned to my hometown that I learned about my parents' past from others." Looking at the stars in the sky, Loren Hill Talking to Iyena about her childhood.

"When I was young, my mother often blamed me for not studying hard and not being good at taking the initiative to do things. This made me feel ashamed and ashamed all the time, but I couldn't do anything."

"Until that day, I met an aunt in my hometown. She used to be my mother's classmate. She told me about my mother's childhood."

"It turns out that my mother used to be at school, and she was also a child who was afraid of learning. Sometimes she even avoided the teacher and couldn't read."

"So the image of perfection and sacredness in memory collapsed, and everything suddenly opened up and returned to reality."

"They also have things they're afraid of and bored with, but they're perfectly hidden in their lives."

"You don't like bitter gourd, they will say that it is very nutritious and must be eaten, and the food they hate will never be bought home." The girl said with a smile by the fire, her hair slipping from her shoulders.

"You say that studying is tiring and boring. They will say how they were in the past. In fact, they have complained about this in the past, and at that time it was not as intense as it is now."

"Since then, I have known that I can no longer rely on adults. Because the myth has dissipated,

They are just mortals with their own likes, dislikes and weaknesses. "

Under the starry sky of the winter night, in the cold pitch-black night, the bonfire burned quietly, and Yiena's face was illuminated by the firelight and swayed slightly.

In those dark eyes like gems, the voice of the girl in front of her, like clear water, slowly flowed in her heart.

She didn't understand why she was moved, and she didn't know what she wanted to express, but her heart had never been so peaceful and peaceful. Perhaps the words she heard today would soon be forgotten.

But one day, perhaps at a special time, or when a hard-won change occurs, I will recall it again in my mind.

If adults are just grown-up children, then who should I obey, and how should I face this strange world?

Who is speaking the truth, who will I act for, who will be my partner, and where will I end it all.

Maybe some questions remain unanswered, but I finally admit the imperfection of myself and the world, and bow my head to embrace this incomplete and beautiful reality.

The night was getting darker, and the remaining bonfire was emitting a faint red glow, and the two who were sitting beside them had already fallen asleep.

Under the vast night sky of the Milky Way, the tiny sparks flickered slightly.