She Is Not a Witch

The oil sizzled, slipped from the threaded stick, dripped into the flames, and splashed bright yellow fireworks.

Lorraine Hill sat by the campfire, writing recent events in a thick-bound book that was open. Some of them were received by her from the organization 'Fire Eye Warbler', some she found out by herself, and some were sent from the Carites Chamber of Commerce through letters.

Iyena took off the grilled meat skewers, put them on a warm wooden plate, and handed them over.

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

"Well, okay, wait a minute." The girl raised her head in the firelight, packed up the books and put them on the stone beside her, then took the barbecue slices from Iyena, and ate them in small bites.

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

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

"Let me cook some more oatmeal, it will be warm at night." Iyena said as she stood up, found some grated oatmeal from the carriage, put it into a small iron pot, and started to boil it.

Lorraine Hill looked at the bland barley porridge, then took out a sugar bowl, poured a little white sugar into the barley porridge, and a tempting sweetness wafted out.

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

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

"Did you rarely eat sugar before?" Lorraine Hill asked the girl beside her.

"Rarely, because it's too expensive. Only during the winter festival every year, Dad will bring back a small pot of honey."

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

"This is the happiest time of the year, because my father and mother will be at home without going out to work."

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

"This is what life is like..." Lorraine Hill listened to the narration of the **** the side, while stirring the porridge, the scenes of the previous life occasionally floated 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 by herself, with the vegetables and eggs she bought. Not for anything else, just to save money in this way. It was snowing outside the window at that time, 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 are familiar yet far away, and the friends of the same age in the past gradually become unfamiliar, and the meeting is also silent, only a few polite words are left.

As I get older, I become more and more aware of the difficulties and complexities of society, and I can't see tragedies more and more, because it is easy to be emotional, and in the end I only like light-hearted stories.

Sometimes I give up thinking about things that are too complicated because it is tiring. It is very tiring to understand others, and it is even more tiring to let others understand, so I kept silent and walked alone on the way to and from get off work.

I also hoped that the world would become better, but I was afraid to think about it, how can I call it good, everyone's wishes are different, and I can only give up in the end.

"The porridge is ready." Iyena's voice sounded beside her ears, bringing Lorraine Hill back to reality.

Lorraine Hill hummed lightly, and asked Iyena to bring a wooden bowl to hold the cooked porridge.

The delicate barley porridge is like milk, with a slight sweet aroma exuding 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.

Seeing Lorraine Hill's dazed look, Iyena turned her head slightly.

"Is sister Mesia thinking about something?"

"Yes, I'm thinking of someone I knew before."

"Sister Mesia will be sad too..." The girl felt a little emotional. In her heart, the girl who rescued her was so strong and determined, and this scene was something she had never imagined.

"Yes, I will still cry." Lorraine Hill smiled.

"Adults are still children before they become adults." The girl recalled what she remembered.

"I used to think that my parents were perfect and powerful. This idea even lasted for a long time. It was not until I returned to my hometown that I learned about my parents' past from other people." Looking at the stars in the sky, Lorraine Hill Talk to Iyena about my 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 guilty and ashamed all the time, but there was nothing I could do."

"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 turned out that my mother used to be a child who was afraid of learning, and sometimes even avoided the teacher, so she couldn't get in the books."

"So the perfect and sacred image in memory collapsed, and everything suddenly became clear and returned to reality."

"They also have things that they are afraid of and tired of, but these are perfectly hidden in life."

"If you don't like bitter gourd, they will say that it is very nutritious and must be eaten, and the dish they hate will never be bought home." The girl smiled and said by the fire, her hair slipped from her shoulders.

"You say that studying is tiring and annoying, and they will talk about how they were back then. In fact, they used to complain like this, but 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 myths dissipated, they are just mortals, with their own likes and dislikes and weaknesses."

Under the starry sky in the winter night, in the cold and dark night, the bonfire burned quietly, and Iyena's face was illuminated by the fire and swayed slightly.

In those dark jewel-like pupils~www.readwn.com~ the girl's voice in front of her was like clear water, slowly flowing in her heart.

She didn't understand what was moved, and she didn't know what 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, maybe at a special time, or when a hard-won change occurs, it will be recalled again in my mind.

If adults are nothing but grown-up children, then who should I obey, and how should I face this strange world.

Who speaks the truth, whom I will walk, who will be my partner, and where will I end it all.

Maybe there are still some questions that have no answers, but I finally admit the imperfection of myself and the world, and bow my head to embrace this incomplete and beautiful reality.

As the night deepened, the remaining bonfire emitted a dark red faint flame, and the two people who had been sitting on the side had already fallen asleep.

Under the vast Milky Way night sky, a small spark flickers slightly.