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The mole was trapped in the snowball and was forced to fall into the river with lightning speed.

The boy's anxious pace failed to catch up with the speed of the mole falling into the river. He could only helplessly try to pick up the mole flopping in the river by the river, occasionally tripping over stumbling blocks covered in thick snowdrifts.

The mole floated and fell from time to time with the rapid current. From the shorter and shorter sounds it made when it floated, you could tell that the drowning mole was about to lose its support.

Among the reeds on the opposite bank, the bright fur of the fox flew quickly among them.

His deep eyes glanced sharply at the boy on the shore and the mole flopping in the river, and the fox sped up.

"Grab my hand!" The boy made a slide and tried to pick up the mole again. Unfortunately, he failed to catch the mole.

"No... fox." The boy spotted the fox on the other side.

The fox stepped into the cold river water and swam towards the mole who was about to be swallowed by the river.

"No..." the boy hurried over and whined.

Those bright eyes suddenly dimmed, and even the red nose that was frozen by the cold wind seemed to droop a lot. He covered his face, "No..."

There was silence all around, except for the sound of the rushing water.

The moment of tranquility was soon broken. There was a sound of breathing. The boy raised his head and was delighted to see the mole being carried by the fox and emerging from the water.

The boy ran forward in surprise, and the fox carried the mole to the shore, possessed him and put the mole back to his place.

The mole coughed twice when he landed, raised his head and said, "Thank you."

The fox shook the water droplets from his hair, and the fur stained by the water droplets became fluffy again.

The boy knelt down and held the mole in his arms, as if he were holding a lost treasure.

He looked at the fox beside him, moved his knee closer to the fox, stretched out his other hand to hug the fox, "Thank you."

The fox raised his legs and left silently.

……

On the endless white forest field, two small figures were walking in front, and a small figure not far behind was slowly following.

As if aware of the footsteps behind him, the boy turned around and saw the fox approaching, and said to the mole: "The fox is here again. Do you think it is going to come with us?"

"I hope so," replied the Mole.

The boy jumped a few steps, "Maybe it's lost too?"

Mole moved slowly and said gently and calmly: "I think everyone feels lost sometimes, and I know I am like this."

"I know what home is like."

"is it?"

"Yes," replied the Mole, "the house has walls and a roof, a bell on the door, and a cake in every window."

"I think that's a cake shop," the boy replied with a laugh, his funny steps seeming to imitate the walking of a mole.

The fox in the rear approached the boy and the mole, stopped for a moment, and then walked into the woods on the edge.

"Why not?" said the Mole calmly.

The bright sunlight dyes Baiye Forest a bright golden color, and the warm scene makes people feel like they have fallen into a dream.

"I think home is a warm, friendly place with lots of lights," the boy said.

The mole looked to one side in confusion, and saw the silhouette of a tall white horse reflected in the forest.

"Hello." The mole moved forward and greeted the white horse in a friendly manner.

"Hello." The white horse came forward and touched the tip of the mole's nose with his nose.

"Hello." The boy put his hands behind his back, "Have you been here a long time?"

"It feels like this." Hakuba replied.

The boy took a few steps forward and tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the white horse, "Are you lost?"

"No."

"We're lost, but we have a plan," said the Mole.

The boy took a few steps back and the white horse came forward. The boy reached out and touched the white horse and rubbed his head against the white horse.

As the boy retreated step by step, the white horse also moved forward step by step, as if it was following the boy's lead out of its own predicament.

The white horse followed the boy out of the woods. The fox was looking here not far away, looking like he wanted to get closer but was very hesitant.

"The snow on the trees really looks like frosting," the Mole couldn't help but sigh.

"Are you obsessed?" the boy said with a smile.

The mole got into the snow, and then poked its head out of the snow behind the boy. As soon as the boy pounced on it, the mole appeared in another hole, and the boy and the mole started playing a game.

The white horse took a few steps forward, and the boy and the white horse played a game similar to the one he had just played with the mole.

……

The boy, the mole and the white horse happily twisted their torsos in the snow, leaving their own traces.

"You never have anything to do hanging out with your friends, right?" the boy said, sitting up from the snow.

"No." Mole said that being with friends was not just idle time.

The boy put the mole on the back of the white horse and climbed onto the horse's back with difficulty. The white horse turned sideways and carried the boy onto its back.

After the boy sat firmly, Hakuba straightened up, and the boy's vision suddenly became clearer.

The fox seemed to pass by casually and stopped, twitching its ears and then walked away.

The boy straightened up and stood on his horse, arms spread wide.

Then he picked up the mole again, and the mole exclaimed, "Look... I'm so small."

"Yes," said the boy, "but you can make a huge difference."

"So, what are we going to do?" White Horse asked.

"We are looking for cake," replied the Mole.

"Really?" Baima asked as he walked.

"No, not really, we are looking for a home along the river." Mole replied.

"Then let's set off." The white horse strode forward, while the fox followed behind silently, keeping a distance.

On the ground, the traces left by the white horse's circle formed a heart.

……

"How fast can you run?" the boy asked curiously.

"I don't think I'm a natural athlete," replied the Mole, "but I did win a digging contest once."

"I'm not asking you!" the boy said helplessly.

"I understand...Oh my god!" Before Mole could finish his words, the white horse suddenly took a step forward and started running.

The setting sun and woods nearby seemed like a background created to set them off.

As the sun sets, there is one person, a mouse, a horse, and a fox. The feeling of freedom and ease is even more beautiful than the exquisitely carved oil paintings.

The white horse and the fox ran and ran until they reached a stream. The white horse and the fox sped up and jumped up. As a result, the boy on the horse was suddenly thrown off.

The white horse and the fox stopped and turned around.

The boy sat in the water and wiped his wet face.

"You fell." White Horse said to the boy gently: "But I am here."

The white horse brought the boy to the ground.

The boy whispered: "I'm sorry."

"It was just an accident." Mole got off the horse and said softly.

"It's my fault, I let go." The boy crossed his arms and said lowly.

He turned around and wiped away his tears, "Sorry..."

"It's okay, there is a reason for crying." Baima stepped forward and comforted, "Tears are your strength, not your weakness."

"I think you believe in yourself more than I do." The boy said, wiping away tears.

"You will make progress." Baima comforted: "Life is difficult..."

The fox came up slowly and surrounded the boy with the mole and the white horse.

"But you are loved."