I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

The music is long.

In the picture, a small pond reflects the late autumn and the two people sitting on a huge dead tree.

Fulilian smiled and listened to the sad words of Philen.

Philen gave Fulilian the bag of seeds that the old woman gave her.

"It is said that this is a seed closely related to the blue moon grass that has been kept because of its medicinal effect."

"How about planting it around the statue of Lord Xinmeier as a substitute?"

Philen sat next to Fulilian and expressed his concerns.

"I understand." Fulilian stood up and looked at Philen, "I made you worried."

Fulilian stretched out her hand and touched Philen's head.

Comfortingly said:

"My time does not belong to me alone. It's time."

Fulilian said in a soothing tone, "Just a little more and it will be over."

Philen's eyes trembled. For her, Fulilian's "a little more" meant that the time was likely to be longer than her age.

"A little bit, how many years?"

"Just a little bit."

Hearing Fulilian say this, Philen was a little angry, "You really don't give up..."

"Shh..."

Fulilian raised her index finger, signaling the two not to talk.

Aside.

On the stump where the two sat, the seed-eating rat stood next to the related seeds that Philen had just taken out.

Under the gaze of the two, he went into the forest with a bag of seeds.

[Ah! Your seeds have escaped! ]

[Seed-eating rat? Treasure-hunting rat? Will it be...]

"Let's catch up and see."

Fulilian cast a magic spell, and a magic mark appeared on the ground along the trace of the seed-eating rat.

The two followed the trace and searched up.

Philen was a little helpless, as if thinking that this might be Fulilian's last obsession.

Passing through the creek in the forest.

Fulilian caught Philen who jumped down from the slope.

Philen finally asked the question in his heart: "Ms. Fulilian, why do you collect magic?"

Along the way, Philen saw Fulilian collecting a lot of strange magic.

I think Fulilian is wasting time.

Fulilian is so strong that she can save many people, but she still collects some inconspicuous magic.

Fulilian walked in front and said, "This is my interest."

Philen followed Fulilian, but didn't think so.

"I don't think so."

Fulilian said again: "It's really just my interest."

"Before, my life was even more listless."

Fulilian recalled the past and thought that she had changed because of the brave team.

At that time, Fulilian followed Xin Meier and his group.

Arrived in the devastated city, there were broken rubble everywhere.

It was very desolate.

Fulilian used the magic of stimulating the birth of flowers, and the originally desolate battlefield instantly turned into a garden full of flowers.

Fulilian still remembers the expressions of the other three people at that time.

The emotions of appreciation, satisfaction and joy were overflowing on the faces of the three people.

Haita picked up the flowers on the ground and made a wreath for Aize.

Fulilian still felt disgusted at the time.

Xinmeier put a wreath on Fulilian's head.

[Xinmeier looked at Fulilian with such gentle eyes. ]

[Why do I have the urge to cry when I see this group of people. ]

[Living in memories is also a kind of eternal life. ]

Thinking of this, Fulilian felt satisfied.

"There is a fool who will praise the magic I collected, that's all."

[Point out the topic! It should be: I collect magic just because you will praise me. ]

Philen didn't understand.

"What a boring reason."

"Yeah." Fulilian turned her head and motioned Philen to look forward.

The traces left by the seed-eating rats led all the way to an abandoned watchtower.

Fulilian and Philen stood below, and a blue petal fell from the sky.

"This is..."

Philen's mood changed when he saw it.

[Blue petals! Could it be right up there? ]

[The squirrel has done a great job! ! ]

[You like him, and you can't forget him at all! ! ]

Fulilian bent down and picked up the blue petals.

"Petals."

"It is said that seed-eating rats bury food in safe places without natural enemies."

Philen exclaimed: "What a smart animal."

"That's not the case." The magic power was activated, blowing Fulilian's hair.

"Because they bury food in multiple places, they often forget where they buried it."

[Really! My squirrels bury all kinds of seeds in flower pots, and they will grow into many unknown buds in a year. 】

Flillian controlled the magic and flew into the sky.

ScreenTurn.

In Fulilian's memory, she remembered Xin Meier saying.

The flowers of the blue moon grass, the flowers of his hometown, are very beautiful.

"But compared to me, it still pales in comparison~" Xin Meier's conceited look is still in Fulilian's memory.

She remembered Xin Meier said to her at that time, "Fulilian, one day I want you to see it with your own eyes."

She thought at the time, let's see it when there is a chance.

However, she never saw the flowers of Xin Meier's hometown with her own eyes until Xin Meier died.

And now, in front of Fulilian.

There are large patches of blue moon grass flowers.

Blue petals cover the entire platform at the top of the watchtower, full of blue flowers.

Very beautiful.

[This picture, all blue pictures, is really shocking, so beautiful. ]

[Wow, it turns out that Fulilian has always believed that she can find the flowers of the blue moon grass here! 】

"I thought there would be some, but I didn't think there would be so many."

Flillian landed on the edge.

"I'm late, Xinmeier."

Flillian bent down and stroked the blue petals.

[I couldn't hold back this sentence. ]

[This stroking motion is really gentle. ]

[Finally, I saw the flowers of Xinmeier's hometown that Xinmeier wanted you to see, woo woo. ]

[At the beginning, was it because the flowers of the blue moon grass had been extinct for decades, so Xinmeier didn't let Fulillian see them until he died. ]

"I actually found it."

Felen used magic and saw the petals here after he came up.

"Then we can make the Blue Moon Grass magic."

Firen was a little depressed, "Why do you have to go to this extent for magic? I can't understand."

Flillian looked at the blue flowers in front of her, performing the analysis magic in her hand, and said gently: "You should understand."

"Firen, you are the same, you have not given up on becoming a magician."

Firen's face was a little disappointed, "It's different."

"As long as I can get the power to survive alone, it doesn't matter what it is, not necessarily magic."

Flillian pointed it out to Feiren, saying: "But you chose magic."

Firen's heart was shocked.

Yes.

But she finally chose magic.

Back then, after being rescued by Haita, Feiren had just come into contact with magic.

When she was young, she was full of joy after successfully using the butterfly magic for the first time.

Firen can still remember it now.

[This sentence is too perfect. ]

[Because the magic butterfly made Haita laugh. 】

【The reason why I chose magic in the first place is no longer important. What’s important is that magic carries so many beautiful memories that it has become meaningful. 】