She Is Not a Witch Chapter 97: Quiet night

　　After leaving the star world, Lorrainhill's figure reappeared in the night sky.

　　 The high sky far away from the world is very clear. The white moon can clearly see the huge crater above it. Under the moonlight, there is a vast sea of ​​clouds. The clouds are layered and flow slowly, just like a real ocean.

　　 And between the sky and the earth, there is nothing else.

　　The individual appears extremely small in this boundless landscape, so small that it cannot find its own existence in this sea of ​​moonlight and clouds.

　　 Lorrain Hill allowed himself to fall from the sky in the wind, like a light leaf.

　　 The sound of wind comes from my ears, and the air flows across the body, bringing a gentle touch, just like the softest mattress in the world.

　　 She fell into the sea of ​​clouds from a high altitude, her skin was covered with a faint mist of water, and then she stood out from the sea of ​​clouds and continued to fall.

　　The water mist was blown by the wind, bringing coolness, and underneath was a city dotted with lights and sparks.

　　 The night scene on the ground is upside down in the field of vision, as if it is in the sky, the light is getting brighter and brighter.

　　 A distant bell came from the harbour, a lighthouse stood quietly, and the main road was still noisy with pedestrians, carriages, and vendors.

　　Under the cover of night, Lorrain Hill avoided the sight of everyone, slowly drifted down the quiet courtyard, and returned again.

　　Although it is already autumn, the low noise of insects can still be heard in the grass around, and the pear trees in the courtyard have yellowed leaves and began to fall loosely.

　　 Lorrain Hill walked into the lawn in the courtyard. The soil was a bit soft, and occasionally I could smell the fragrance of weeds.

　　 Although it was just a short afternoon and evening, she seemed to have experienced several years, so that this small courtyard seemed a little strange.

　　 "I really don't know, how did those witches spend such a long life, will they be tired?"

　　 She put her hand on the tree trunk and muttered to herself. The bark was very rough, bumpy, and there were many peelings on the surface, and some sawdust fell on her hands.

　　 From a distance, this pear tree is also very healthy, with lush branches and leaves. It was not until I walked in and I could caress the trunk to find that it was already scarred.

　　 Maybe this is the truth.

　　 The breeze blew, and the crumbs from the palm of her hand were rolled away, and she returned to the house.

　　hu——

　　 A faint flame ignited among the straws, and then spread. The dead branches placed among the straws also gave rise to waves of green smoke, and a smoky smell began to permeate the house.

　　 shake——

　　 With a slight sound, the dead branches were ignited by the flames, and the green smoke disappeared, and the warm and orange flames illuminated the girl's eyes.

　　 She was sitting by the fire, her fair hands picked up a few thick woods and put them into it. The damp wood made a slight whistle, and small bubbles continued to emerge from the wood’s fracture, turning into white steam. .

The first few dead branches of 　　 turned into red charcoal, bright and dark in the night wind, as if breathing, and then the edge turned into gray'fluff' again, and finally slipped in the breeze and fell into Among the delicate grass dust.

　　 Look at a few big logs slowly burning up, occasionally a few small sparks burst out, making a crackling sound, the girl's mood seems to be warmer, life still has to go on, right?

　　 She stood up, slid the skirt over the chair, approached the small cabinet next to her, squatted down with her calves, opened the cabinet door, revealing the ingredients inside, including potatoes, corn, peanuts, and a large winter melon.

　　 "Hmm..."

　　Looking at these chunky guys squatting in the corner, Lorrain Hill was thinking about what to eat tonight. In fact, she wanted to eat meat a bit.

　　 I didn’t prepare the meat, I sighed from the bottom of my heart, took out two corns and put them aside, and then took out three potatoes.

　　 looked at the pile of raw peanuts, she didn't do anything, then put her slender hand on the winter melon, stroked it a little, and knocked again, still feeling great.

　　 Forget it, I can’t eat.

　　 She closed the cabinet door, picked up the potatoes and walked to the stove, used a wooden stick to make a small hole in the ashes under the fire, put the potatoes in, and then covered the potatoes with the ashes.

　　 then turn around and peel the corn. She tore off the green leaves on the surface and pulled out her long brown beard, which made her hands a little itchy.

　　 In the end, only the inner two layers of leaves are left. Then, like the potatoes before, they are buried under the burning fire, and then just wait slowly.

　　 The warm flames are constantly poking out from the fibers of the wood. The bottom is colorless and transparent, and the upper part is white, then light yellow, orange, and red. The tip of the flame is gradually gradual, and the tip of the flame is silky green. cigarette.

　　 The girl sat quietly by the stove, the orange flame flickered slightly, coating her body with a faint layer of gold, and the shadow behind her stretched on the ground for a long time, and kept shaking, and the moonlight outside the window brought another burst of light. Chills.

　　 The girl stared at the bright yellow flame and started to daze. She didn't have any deliberate memories or thoughts, but letting the scattered memories slowly rise and fall in her mind, a feeling of comfort and peace permeated her heart.

　　 It seems to be the same a long time ago. As long as you sit by the fire in your hometown, a kind of happiness will slowly rise in your heart. Maybe you still have to hold a big tabby cat in your arms, put a hot water bottle on the fire, and the sound of adults playing cards in the next room.

　　 In this way, the girl leaned on the back of the chair, looking at the dimming firelight, her eyes slowly closed, her body undulating slightly, and she entered a peaceful nap.

　　 In my dream, I seem to have returned to my innocent and happy childhood, running with my feet in the mountains, chasing dragonflies, one, two, three... and then twisting the caught dragonflies with your fingers Start and observe carefully.

　　 lifted the tabby cat high, imitating the movements of the lion king.

　　 was afraid that it would struggle to scratch itself, so he quickly put it down, took out the dragonfly prepared in advance, and handed it to it to attract it to calm down the nervous mind of the cat.

　　 While it’s eating, stroke the smooth fur, soothing it constantly, then pick it up and do it again~

　　The fire is burning quietly~IndoMTL.com~Unconsciously, she dreams of many, many...

　　 slap——

　　 With the explosion of a small spark, Lorrain Hill opened his eyes, and his brain became more awake and comfortable.

　　 The fire in front of my eyes has gradually dimmed, surrounded by a circle of burnt wood, the cross section near the center is dark carbon marks, and a few scattered flames are attached to the cross section, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

　　The girl moved the wooden branches and gathered the burnt wood towards the center to make it burn again. This reminded me of the corn and potatoes that had been buried before.

　　 Strip the grass ash, one side of the potato has already been carbonized, exuding a burst of burnt smell, while the corn is a little better, buried as close as the potato, and the damaged leaf surface is removed, revealing the full rice grains inside, exuding attractive fragrance.

　　 is a bit hot, the girl thought.

　　Use two wooden sticks to pick up the scorched potatoes, throw them into the air, and a blast of air will wrap them up, and then a few small wind blades will cut off the blackened part, leaving the steaming half of the potato. Slowly It slowly falls into the palm of the girl's palm, but there is a thin layer of airflow to prevent hot hands.

　　The skin of the cooked potato is very easy to tear, revealing the soft and waxy part, but it still cannot be eaten and it is very hot.

　　 Lorrain Hill used the breeze to keep cooling down before taking a bite. The faint sweetness of starch began to spread in the mouth.

　　 After eating a few potatoes, it's corn.

　　 Grilled corn is a girl’s favorite in her previous life. Whether it's grilling corn or eating grilled corn, it makes people happy.

　　 There are some burnt marks on the surface of the corn kernels, but the inside is very sweet. The hot particles mix in the mouth, and it seems that you can feel the smell of flames.

　　 In this way, in a quiet night, the silver-haired girl happily ate corn, ignoring the carbon black staining her cheeks, like a tabby cat.