ride on the back of a dragon

Clara woke up early enough.It was gloomy outside the window, and it was very noisy downstairs.He rolled over and got out of bed, and saw Hill's hands hanging on the side of the bed, his whole face was almost buried in the pillow.Carat walked over, turned Hill's head around, and stuffed the hand that was sticking out of the bed back into the quilt. He always felt that it was not safe to sleep like that, which may be the aftereffect of hearing too many strange stories when he was a child.He squatted beside the bed and carefully observed the sleeping person for a while. Hill was in a relaxed state, and there was a high probability that he would not wake up easily if no one disturbed him.Carat washed her face, regretting her gaffe last night.He didn't know whether to attribute the irrationality at that time to drinking, and his impulsive and angry posture was indeed a bit ugly.

After taking out two silver coins and a small handful of copper plates from Hill's pocket, Carat left the hotel and returned to Birch Street alone.

This messy street was just as messy and uncomfortable during the day. He ignored the suspicious and hostile eyes and went straight to Handy's house in the deepest place, knocking on the door: "Good morning, Handy."

No one in the house responded.Carat guessed that he probably didn't get up, so she found a relatively clean dead tree and waited patiently.

The clouds were thick and the sun came and went. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Carat couldn't stand the unscrupulous and obscene gazes from those people carrying wine bottles not far away, so she knocked on the wooden door again.

"Don't knock the damn thing! He left last night!" As if annoyed by Clara, a hoarse roar came from the neighbor's window.Clara was taken aback, and pushed open the rotten door of Handy's house. There was indeed no one in the house, so he crawled in with a bow, and the quilt on the ground was not warm.A more blunt statement should be: he escaped.

Carat squatted at the door and thought for a moment. After getting the valuable item, Handy should exchange it for money as soon as possible. That beautiful bracelet is meaningless to him.Carat stood up immediately, and hit the half-rotten wooden ceiling with a bang, a small piece of wood brushed her forehead and fell to her feet with a handful of black sawdust. This hit was harder than yesterday. ruthless.Carat covered the top of her head and rubbed it. She would not be able to come here again in the future. If there were a few more times, this corrupt shabby house might be knocked down by him.

He asked all the jewelry shops, jewelry dealers and pawn shops in Bailu Town.No one had ever seen Handy.

Carat's head was a little dazed. If he didn't sell here, where would Handy go?Which direction should he look for?

He passed the bazaar, where people lined up in front of the unassuming stalls.He stood at the end of Piaoxiang's team, thinking whether his empathy was out of arrogance, whether he was superior, whether he would stab the opponent, and after denying each of them, he remembered that Hill said with disappointment last night There is a thin line between kindness and stupidity.

"What would you like to eat, dear?" Before he knew it, he was already at the front row of the line.Looking down, there are delicious bagels on the stand.

"Give me two... no, give me six." The freshly fried bagels are palm-sized and golden in color.

"Okay, do you need cinnamon powder or forest honey?" the stall owner girl asked with a smile.

Carat was having a hard time making a choice. Seeing him stunned, the stall owner recommended thoughtfully: "Otherwise, try them all?" Carat nodded quickly, watching as she poured amber honey on the outside of three bagels, and spread the other three bagels. A layer of thin apple slices, dusted with powdered sugar and brown cinnamon, turned around the flame to melt the sugar.

Carat returned to the hotel with a warm cardboard box in her hand, and the proprietress greeted him kindly. Carat found that people here like to call others dear, whether they know each other or not. Sounds pretty good though.

He pushed Hill, who was still asleep, "Is Hill hungry? I bought something to eat." The man didn't open his eyes, but lazily turned over and changed his position, seeing that he was about to fall asleep again.

There was no longer any delay, Handy didn't know where he was going, and they had to catch up as fast as possible.

"Get up, dear." He bit the bullet and imitated the tone of the proprietress and shouted in Hill's ear. Although the tone was a bit stiff, Hill actually opened his eyes and stared at him blankly.

"I bought something to eat." Carat graciously moved the sweet fried doughnuts over, "Is it delicious?" He didn't think about how to start talking about Handy's escape.

Hill suddenly reached out and pulled a small piece of sawdust from his hairline: "What's going on?"

Carat felt a pain in the forehead, and lowered his head: "I accidentally bumped into it, it's okay, just wipe it off later..." He suddenly remembered that the trauma ointment had been given to Handy, and he felt a little depressed.He sat down on the floor beside the bed: "You're right Hill. I'm stupid."

Although he didn't want to admit it, things had reached the worst point he could imagine.

Hill didn't lose his temper or even get angry. He just got up from the blanket and planted a kiss on the top of his head. He turned around and scrubbed. Pull up on the ground.They sat side by side by the window, slowly finishing a box of so sweet bagels.After taking two bites, Carat understood why everyone only bought one or two. This stuff was so boring that it could only be used as a dessert.

"Where is he going..." Clara saw Hill licking his fingers, and hurriedly grabbed and wiped him with a handkerchief: "Children only lick their fingers."

"Go in the direction of the capital. It's not easy to sell things like this in a small place, and no one can afford them." Hill pinched his chin and checked the swelling on his forehead against the light: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. Are you full? Let's go." Carat was afraid that they wouldn't be able to catch up with him. In fact, he wasn't too worried about the bracelet that Hill gave him. Such a precious and beautiful item would most likely be sold to a jewelry store at a high price. , They can always find it if they take some time, but if that humble bracelet is disposed of casually, he may never get it back for the rest of his life.

"Okay." Hill pulled the backpack, put the pickles in it, went to the bar downstairs and bought a bag of white bread and applewood bacon, wrapped it in kraft paper and put it firmly in the bag.

"Goodbye, dear." The proprietress took the silver coin and blinked at Hill, then shouted to Carat who was waiting at the door: "Goodbye, little beauty."

Carat saw that the egret lake in the distance was crowded with people, and flocks of pure white birds spread their wings and lifted off from the lake, flying into the distance in a line.People threw bait into the lake, attracting small fish and shrimps to the lake surface for the egrets. The bustling waterside was like a feast for the birds before a long journey.

They passed the crowd and continued southeast.

"Hey! Little fool!"

Clara heard Handy call him that.He looked at Hill in surprise: "Hill! Don't call me stupid in the future!"

On the edge of town, Clara turned to see Handy's rare clean change of clothes.Although it was still very worn out, there was no obvious dirt. He still had no shoes on and looked impatient: "Do you want your stuff?" He handed Carat a small box.

Carat happily took over the small wooden box, and the bracelet inlaid with precious stones lay quietly in the center, while the metal plate engraved with her mother's name hung firmly on the hollowed-out bracelet.Carat noticed that the gap left by the whip of the dragon's tail had also become flat again.He took out the bracelet and put it on his wrist again and turned it around, the sunlight streaked across every crystal gemstone and smooth hand pendant.Carat glanced at Hill in protest, shaking his wrist, unable to suppress the pride in his heart.

"Thank you! It's so beautiful!" He knelt down and hugged Handy, who was only as tall as his waist: "Where did you go! I went to find you in the morning, but you were not at home."

Handy retreated uncomfortably: "Nonsense. I have to find a kiln to process your stuff. It's agreed, pay for it."

Carat took out two silver coins and handed them to him: "Of course! Are these enough?"

Handy put the silver coins close to his body: "Thank you for your patronage." Carat noticed the backpack behind him.

"where are you going?"

"Go, go and find out if there is any place that can accept me. Let's go to the capital first." Handy said casually with a straw in his mouth.

Ke stretched his hands and threw the dirty grass to the ground, and patted him on the shoulder: "It must be possible! Handy, you are very good."

The dwarf frowned: "Come on. We are the same age, don't pretend to be mature."

"You, do you want to go with us?" Carat looked back at Hill, who did not object.

"Where are you going? Also to the capital?" Handy asked.He walked on the other side of Clara.

"Uh, we..." Cara suddenly thought that it would be inconvenient for others to know about Fleur: "Not going to the capital."

After walking together for two days, they parted ways in a town that was beginning to take shape.

"Goodbye, Handy." Carla waved off her short new friend.

"Goodbye. I hope that the craftsmen in the capital will not be as jealous of my talent as the people in Bailu Town." Handy walked on the road barefoot.Mijet has wide insteps, and there are no custom-made shoes for them on the market.

"He is much stronger than his father." Carat said looking at his back.In the past two days, Handy occasionally mentioned his father, Mijiet, who was a superb artist, but suffered all kinds of bullying and slander, and finally died of depression.

"You know." Hill stood behind him with arms folded.

"If his father had the courage to take him away, maybe the ending would be different. They could live a happier life. The blacksmith shop would grow bigger and bigger, and Handy wouldn't become a thief." Carat touched the bracelet on his wrist Sighing: "I hope he can find a job." These days, Carat has been paying attention, and Hill has followed her with a blank expression all the time, and will not say a word to others unless it is absolutely necessary.

"It's hard to say. It's hard to win Mijiet's trust anywhere." Hill made such a pessimistic and conservative evaluation: "For most people, prejudice and discrimination are inherent and cannot be overcome."

"Then do you have any prejudice against me, Hill?" Carat turned around suddenly, with a face close to him, her silver eyes staring fixedly at him, Hill was dazed for a while by the flash.

"No." He answered truthfully.

"I'm a little surprised. You are so cautious and suspicious, and you are unwilling to trust me. Why did you trust me in the first place? You had a hundred opportunities to sneak away with Fleur. Why didn't you go? Why did you tell me about the dragon truthfully?" , Take a step back, why did you leave and come back?" Carat asked him with a smile.

"You are different..."

Hill has never asked himself these questions.But he couldn't find the exact answer. Did he feel that he owed him something and wanted to make up for it, or was it caused by the dragon's strong possessiveness, or was Carat itself enough to attract him?

"I'm no different, Hill. Because you like me, right," Clarke said.

Hill was taken aback, and looked up at the confident kid, feeling that his heart was beating a little irregularly, was it just because he liked it?Clara felt it?Can even such a dazed and ignorant brat feel it...

Carat's index finger played with a strand of golden hair on her chest: "I like you too. Hill. You are my first friend for a long time. I am very happy to have friends, so thank you for trusting me at the beginning, I think You should give others a little more trust."

Hill was dumbfounded, this little fool said he liked it, but it wasn't his favorite at all.

He had no choice but to sigh, emphasizing once again: "You are different." He would not want to kiss anyone inexplicably, and he was really not interested in trusting other humans.

Kranu mouthed: "Sill, you are so stubborn."

Honeymoon:

Hill: Damn, did he get enlightened...... Oh no, I was worrying too much.