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The boy carried the mole to the top of the mountain. In the forest in the distance, the steep ice was almost melting. He gently put the mole on the snow, "What is that?"

"It's the wild." Mole said patiently, "Don't be afraid."

The boy looked around and slowly stood up.

The Mole straightened up and raised his head, and heard the boy say in his ear: "Look, I can see a river."

"Wait! What?" Mole reacted half a beat too late, and the boy had already rushed out.

The mole couldn't catch up with the boy, so he reluctantly moved forward two small steps, "I said don't be afraid of the wild, I didn't mean for you to run rampant here!"

"Really, my God!" Mole muttered while slowly moving forward.

The ice and snow showed no signs of melting rapidly, and the mountains were still shrouded in white. Not far away was a rapid river. The mole, which had caught up with the boy's pace, tried hard to keep up with the boy's pace.

"Do you have a favorite motto?" the boy asked.

"Have."

"What is it?" The boy stopped and lowered his head to look at the mole.

"If you don't succeed at first, have some cake," said the Mole.

"I understand, does it work?" The boy straightened up and continued walking forward.

The mole took small steps and said, "It works every time."

It's obviously a colder tone, but the picture has a bit of warmth.

The river surface reflects the sun and looks sparkling.

The boy stood by the river, and the Mole stood beside the boy.

"Did the old Mole say which direction we should go?" asked the boy.

"I didn't ask that." Mole looked around, looking a little confused.

The boy jumped onto the rocks in the river, then turned and picked up the Mole.

He stepped on the stones to the middle of the river, squatted down and looked at the river.

"How strange! We can only see ourselves on the outside," said the boy. "But almost everything happens on the inside."

The boy felt a line of sight staring at him and looked up to the other side, "What's over there?"

The mole shook his head, as if he wanted to see what was on the other side.

"It's getting dark," the boy said, standing up.

"Shall we..." Mole said close to the boy's ear.

"Good idea." The boy looked around carefully and returned to the shore with the mole in his arms.

"We can officially set off tomorrow." Mole said.

……

In the dead of night, the boy and the mole sat on a branch.

An owl flew over and hooted, and the mole shrank into the boy's arms in fear, "What is that?"

"Just think, if only we weren't so scared," said the boy, hugging the mole.

"Most of the old moles I know want to pay less attention to their fears." The mole said in the boy's arms: "Pay more attention to your dreams."

"What are your dreams?" Hearing Mole's question, the boy blinked, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Go home."

"What's home like?" asked the Mole.

"I don't know." The boy said hesitantly, "I'm... not sure."

The Mole gave a small 'hmm' and the boy continued: "But I know I need a home."

……

A red fox with bright fur stands out in the snow.

It moved forward quickly, sniffing for footprints in the snow from time to time.

The fox soon came to the foot of the tree where the boy and the mole were.

It circled around the tree, and the boy and the Mole noticed the fox.

The mole screamed and almost fell down again, but fortunately the boy caught the mole back in time.

The boy took back the jio dangling in the air with some fear.

"Oh my God! He looks very hungry." The Mole stood on the boy's knees and looked at the Fox.

"Indeed." The boy said timidly.

The fox looked up at the mole and fox on the tree, walked slowly to the trunk, straightened up, and seemed to be eager to climb up.

The mole was so frightened that he got into the boy's clothes. The boy hugged the mole and looked at the fox in a panic.

The fox stared directly at the boy and twitched his ears.

There was a sound of birdsong not far away, and the fox returned to the ground, turned around and ran away.

"It's okay, the fox is gone." The boy said holding the mole.

There was a strange sound, and the boy hugged the mole tightly and asked, "What is that sound?"

"I don't know," replied the Mole.

"Do you think anyone is injured?" The boy looked into the distance and asked curiously.

"Maybe?"

"Should we go take a look?" the boy asked.

"Good idea," the Mole said from inside the boy's clothes, "I'll stay in here and keep you warm."

"Okay, thank you." The boy slowly came down from the tree with his left hand.

……

The jungle looked eerie and desolate at night. The boy walked in the forest, carefully walking through the trees weighed down by heavy snow.

He walked forward with the mole in his arms and saw the fox just now.

The fox was trapped by the rope and ran anxiously in the snow, trying hard to break free from the rope, but to no avail.

"It's the fox just now." The boy hugged the mole. "He was trapped."

The boy walked forward slowly and put down the mole in his arms.

"Oh my God!" the Mole plodded forward in the snow.

At this time, the fox also stopped struggling and looked at the approaching mole.

The mole comforted himself as he walked: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..."

The fox grinned at the approaching mole, who trembled with fear.

"If I don't fall into this trap, I will bite you to death." The fox said to the tip of the mole's nose with a fierce look on his face.

The Mole took two steps back in fear and said, "If you don't surrender to this trap, you will die."

The Mole moved slowly forward, into the range of the Fox, and bit the rope hard.

The rope was snapped by the mole. The fox had a rope on his body and looked at the mole warily.

The fox panted on the ground, looked from the mole to the boy, and limped into the jungle.

The boy rushed forward and hugged the mole, "You are awesome."

"One of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things," the Mole said to the boy.

……

In the early morning, birds sing in the forest, and the sun shines all over the world.

The Mole stood on the top of the mountain, stretched his limbs, and sighed comfortably, "Beautiful morning."

The boy made a snowball from the snow, and the Mole turned around and asked, "Should we go out..."

The boy looked at the mole that suddenly slipped down in amusement, "No, you rolled up."

He threw away the newly balled snowball and jumped forward slowly.

"You are like a snowball." Accompanied by the cheerful voice of the mole, the boy said: "No, it's a mole ball."

"Mole ball, stop rolling." The boy said with a smile beside the mole.

The Mole laughed happily, "Oh my God."

The mole's voice suddenly stopped, and it began to fall uncontrollably into the snowball.

"Oh my god, no, river...be careful!" The boy covered his mouth and rushed forward.

However, the mole ball rolled so fast that the boy could not catch up.