Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

A person's complicated emotions cannot be heard by someone who is dozens of kilometers away, let alone by a person who is dozens of kilometers away, holding an ice cream in his hand, in the noisiest entertainment venue in the world, and being tortured by the high-decibel screams of people around him.

Iris stood next to the plaque that read "Happy Jumping Machine" in colorful luminous fonts, feeling her spirit floating up and down with the screams in the air.

She lowered her head in a daze, looking at her chocolate-flavored crispy cone.

...We shouldn't have just sought convenience and found a project close to the gate as the meeting point.

She couldn't escape from this terrible sound hell until everyone gathered.

When she was feeling hopeless, a small hand patted her forearm.

She looked down and saw Alexia, who was wearing a beautiful princess dress, smiling and handing her a pair of earplugs.

"Actually, I just arrived. When I saw you like this, I went to buy earplugs first. It's very noisy everywhere here. You must not be used to it."

The girl held a glass of lemonade in her other hand, sucked through the straw, and continued slowly,

"Is anyone else here?"

Iris put on her earplugs and picked up the girl:

"You can come up and see for yourself, and if you see someone, just say something."

The girl in her arms dutifully acted as a telescope:

"Oh, there's a group of people coming over there... they're selling them. There's also people coming over there... Oh, they're selling balloons. Over there -"

"stop,"

Iris interrupted her and said,

"Kid, you only have two hands."

As it turned out, Alexia ended up holding a drink in one hand and a sunflower balloon tied to the other hand, unable to hold anything else.

So Alexia sped up her sips and chewing.

Iris held her in her arms and wiped her face from time to time, leaving the task of keeping an eye on the girl with confidence.

"They're coming!"

While she was reporting happily, Iris looked up and saw an old man and a child walking hand in hand.

The old man wearing sunglasses adjusted his fisherman's hat and said politely:

"Good morning, children."

Alexia rolled her eyes and looked at the girl who was a complete stranger to her.

The man was wearing a white shirt and cyan half-trousers, with a neat and simple style. She had a ponytail on the back of her head, revealing a smooth forehead, a pair of bright eyes as clean as a mirror that could see through people's hearts, and her lips were a healthy color. At this time, she was also looking at Alexia who was held in Iris's arms.

She took her hand away from the old man who was holding hers and said indifferently, "I am Zoya Bragg."

She looks good, but her complexion is not that good.

Alexia thought to herself.

However, she still raised a polite smile:

"Hello, little Zoya. I'm Alexia Ramirez."

Hearing the word "little friend", Zhuoya Prague's face darkened even more:

"You are not even as tall as me when you stand on the ground."

Alexia hummed:

"Why, your grandfather can call us kids, but I can't call you that? Little, friend."

Alexia scored twice, and Zoya's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot:

"To tell the truth, my grandpa can call everyone here a kid, but you can be called a kid by everyone here."

The old man was scratching his head helplessly, and kept using his eyes to hint to Iris, the friend of the children, to make an effort. Iris looked at the two children who were very angry when they met, put Alexia down, and added fuel to the fire:

"Why don't you two compare your heights? Whoever is shorter is the kid."

The old man's pupils were shaking and he looked at her in disbelief.

Iris calmly raised her own crisp tube.

Alexia stepped forward menacingly, and Zoya folded her arms and took a step forward with a calm demeanor.

"Oh my, you two are the same height!"

The old man mixed the mud with a smile.

Alexia raised her palm and gestured, stretching the edge of her palm from her forehead to the other person's head, then sneered:

"kid."

Zhuo Ya took a step back and said disdainfully:

"Your hand is crooked."

Alexia doesn’t admit it:

"You're wrong."

"Your heels are too high."

"How old are you?"

The two children quarreled.

In fact, Iris felt that the two children were about the same height, but saying so obviously had no effect. She heard them making noise until she finished the ice cream, and while wiping her hands, she said slowly:

"What are we going to play first?"

The sound of two children arguing was interrupted.

The old man, sweating profusely, turned to look at her with a face full of resentment, as if accusing her:

Why didn’t you use this trick earlier? ? !

As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. Not long after, the two little guys who disliked each other got together to discuss what to play.

Iris followed them and heard them discussing taking turns when their favorite projects conflicted with each other. They even spent a long time gesturing at the tickets with maps printed on them to find the best route.

The old man looked at Iris, who was letting her go the whole time, and suddenly said apologetically:

"I originally wanted you to come and relax. If you have any activities you want to play, just tell them and ask them to put your activities in the front of the queue."

Iris shook her head and refused:

"No need. Children need to relax, too. Alexia usually stays at home in class, and Zoya should be going out to play for the first time after waking up, right?"

"Yeah, actually she wanted to go out a long time ago, but her body hadn't recovered well before, so I didn't dare to take the risk."

The two "adults" also started chatting casually.

When the old man is not working, he no longer has that unique exotic accent and looks no different from a normal person.

From a distance, their group looks like an ordinary weekend family.

"Old man, would you like to buy some candy for your granddaughters?"

"No, no, no."

After once again rejecting the vendor's promotion, the old man looked at Iris with an unnatural expression, and after a while he looked at Zhuo Ya.

There was no change in Iris's expression. Zoya just glanced at them without saying anything. She just lowered her head to help Alexia untie the balloon tied to her wrist.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, Zhuoya wouldn't even allow him to praise other people's children. If he dared to do so, he would be hit with a critical hit like "Whose grandfather are you?"

So far, only Iris and Alexia are immune to this damage.

And Zoya and Alexia met for the first time today, so...

The old man glanced at Iris again.

Iris said doubtfully:

"What's wrong? You looked at me several times. Is there something on my face?"

The old man smiled:

"A fly flew by."

Iris: "?"

Old man: "It's too small for you to see."

Iris: "..."

What she actually wanted to say was that it was almost winter now.

She raised her head and looked at the treetops under the ribbons, whose branches and leaves had already withered.

The ice mage doesn't care about winter or summer. Building snowmen in the summer and eating ice cream in the winter is just a routine operation. She just realized that a season has passed since Lawrence came here.

She stared at the bare branches and told herself that she would not let herself scatter like fallen leaves that were abandoned as soon as the season came. She would not succumb to the fate of fallen leaves, because she should be the tree with complex roots and vitality. A tenacious tree.

Even in autumn and winter, green leaves will inevitably fall off, but when the weather warms up, they will slowly grow their own new buds.

Surrounded by many noises, she slowly turned around and looked at the high tower of the castle recreation area not far away.

There was a person sitting sideways on the tower wall. He seemed to realize that he was being seen, so he stood up, completely revealing his tall figure. When the late autumn wind blew, his long black hair fluttered freely, forming a conspicuous background behind him.

The amber pupils shone over here, Iris narrowed her eyes, and raised her hand across the crowd. Ernest reacted extremely quickly and dodged to the side, avoiding the sharp ice cone that was rushing towards him from afar.

"..."

The two were speechless, and Iris turned her head and ignored him first.

She didn't care why she came here, she was just afraid that she would sell Alexia.

Tsk, it's more likely that she would take Alexia home to raise her and not give her back to him.

What humans hate and dogs hate.

The old man's call brought her thoughts back:

“There’s a carousel over here!!”

The two children who were playing on top were already waiting in line hand in hand. The old man ran over to look at her and pulled her over:

"Why are you standing here like an idiot? Or do you need me to prepare a bottle for you first?"

Iris's face was filled with horror, and she completely forgot all the unhappiness.

"How do you remember this?"

Alexia, who was whispering to Zoya, turned around and saw the old man taking out a milk bottle from his bag, with a look of shock on his face:

"Are you still drinking milk at this age?"

Zhuo Ya got angry and hit her on the head:

"Isn't it prepared for you?"

The two children started quarreling again.

Iris saw that they were focused on each other and did not transfer suspicion to her, and she was silently relieved.