Chapter 259: Time to Wake up From the Dream

who is he?

Where is this?

Am I not looking for my father and mother?

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, where she came from, or where she was going. She only remembered that her home was in a very warm big house. Outside the house there were tall beech trees, a spacious small playground, soft green lawns, golden sunshine, and wizard uncles, aunts, and brothers wearing various robes. sisters.

She raised her head and glanced at the sky through the gaps between the oak leaves.

The sunlight here is pale and cold. The sun had just emerged, and a few stars could still be seen 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 extinguishing one after another, as if blown by the wind. It seemed like it was blown out.

My name is Jusi.

I'm looking for mom and dad.

The thoughts in her mind gradually became clearer, and the little witch's eyes were finally no longer confused. However, the guy in red robe next to him is 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.

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 even treat yourself 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 good food or heavy gold to give him.

On her wrist, there were still a few leaves of the myrtle tree, strung with red rope and enchanted. But those leaves have lost their magical effect and are worthless except for a little commemoration.

Next to the mushroom bush and under the oak tree, there is a large blanket filled with beautiful hairpins and headdresses. The clean white porcelain plate was filled with sweet bread, and several sugar cats lay lazily on the bread. The icing on them melted 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 already opened orange juice.

"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 climbed up, took her little bundle with her, 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 little matchstick-like wand in his hand, throwing out a stream of golden sparks, which was very beautiful. Sparks fell on the mushroom cap, burning a yellow spot.

What was faster than its scream was Ju 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 motion of taking off his hat.

"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, apologized in a low voice 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, we can hear the ancestors beating their chests and the birds chirping after getting up, which are the accompaniment of the little witch's hiking.

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…

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 the 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, the free and unrestrained wind mixed with salty smell, rushing up to the sky and breaking through Wind in heavy clouds.

Various winds rotated and roared, or were 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 suddenly froze in the crowd.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have 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 amidst the cheers and singing of the group of winds.

One leaf, two leaves, three leaves.

One branch, two branches, three branches.

Winds that were similar in nature but different in appearance blew from a distance, fell on the seedling, and disappeared. Every gust of wind disappears, which makes the seedling 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.

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 clear and 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 to be the end of the world and 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 mushrooms.

The sleeping young wizard jumped up and sat up straight, frightening the ancestors who were watching and fled in all directions.