blue stars

"Pretend not to hear." Higgins smiled and shook his head. I can see that he should have a good relationship with Dad.

Uncle Presley looked at several machines in motion in the workshop. "Why are you still doing it? I thought you would be able to do it in a while."

"Oh, yes, he's done," said Higgins, putting his hand on Dad's shoulder, "just not wanting to move all his toys out for some stupid reason. You took my The plans are delayed, and I'm going to start charging."

As soon as he heard the fee, the father had to simply admit, "Okay, I've done it too, but I want to give it to my child after it's done, so let's see this."

He took us to the innermost part of the room. In one corner, there was an object covered with cotton cloth.When we uncovered this piece of cotton cloth, I saw a huge mechanical pig standing there, which reminded me of the days when I was kicked by pigs in the ruins.

"Oh, so you quit the game?" Uncle Presley asked.

"Yeah, you know, I figured that even if I couldn't be a big shot, I could make my kid a better workshop owner. But for the last half of my life, I've turned it into something else, and I Want to make something for my kids, haha, come on, come and see."

I'm really reluctant.

But Dad was very proud, "I called him the robot pig mount, and I completed it with the help of Merlin, Petra and Higgins. What do you think? It is my best work."

"It looks so stupid." I was even more stupid, I really thought he would compete with me in building airplanes, and made me live in the wetlands for so long.

"Haha, I know! But I did my best, try it, it's yours, come back after you ride and let me know how you feel."

I feel like I've been played by two old men.

This is my real thought after riding a flying pig around the central square.

A genuine jet plane, a period of days of getting up early and late and risking being rejected by Geist, and traveling to and from dangerous ruins every day, in exchange for a pig that can only glide at low altitude.

"Hey, Xiaojiu, this pig looks really cool." Remington, who had just returned from patrol, passed by, looked at my pig, and sighed sincerely.

"Want to come up and experience it?" I patted the pig's butt.

I sent Remington to the door of the militia. He heard my recent tragic experience and learned that I really made an airplane, and he expressed his sincere sympathy for me.

As I was leaving, I saw Arlo and Nora standing by the well behind the hospital, talking about something.I'm a little relieved, after all, I interrupted their date last time.I wanted to say hello at first, but thinking about how Arlo left Nora last time and ran to the high ground to join the third sister and the others, I gave up the idea.

Turned around and returned to the central square.

"How do you feel?" Dad watched me come back and couldn't wait to know how I felt.

"It's okay, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you."

"I didn't expect you to forgive me, I just wanted to do something for you. You know, seeing you grow up, have a family of your own, and become a top workshop owner makes the journey worth it. I'm so proud of you and your mother must be too."

Not to mention mom, we are still good friends.

"Hey, what's up, suddenly getting sad. Come on Presley, let's go drink something to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?"

"To celebrate this perfect life, of course."

These two people, with their shoulders crossed and their backs crossed, walked towards the round table restaurant, leaving me alone facing a pig shivering in the cold wind.

He still left.

On the second day when he wanted to celebrate this perfect life, he slipped a letter into my mailbox and left Portia quietly.

I'm still hesitating and trying to convince myself not to send him off because I'm still mad at him, I just didn't expect that he didn't give me a chance to hesitate at all.

He was on his way again and told me he had found his calling.Although he was still worried about me, he believed that I would be fine.He can see that there are friends around me who care and love me. This is the most precious thing in the world. No matter where he is in the future, he will miss me.

But why does he never care about the people around him who care about him and love him?

I slipped the letter back into the mailbox, and my life would go on when he was gone.

Dr. Xu asked me if I had time to go out with him to collect medicines, but I didn't want to talk to him and told him that I still had to sneak a pig.Riding my Flying Pig to the chamber of commerce, Higgins was still standing at the door, waiting for the chamber of commerce to open the door and go in to grab the most rewarding, best-made and trouble-free orders.

Antoine still asks me if he is more beautiful today.

Li and Nora are promoting his ideas in Peach Square, Alice is opening the store and preparing the most beautiful flowers for today, Django is practicing sword at the door as always, and Remington, who is patrolling and passing by, tells me to protect the safety of Portia It is his life's duty.

Sonina has recovered enough to go out to bask in the sun, but I can still see Albert and Phyllis sitting together in the central square, and sometimes he even wants to mess with Petra.

I finally used this flying pig to successfully open the treasure chest on the top of the city gate that I had been staring at for more than two years.

Riding a pig around the town, took Emily for a ride, and helped her with some farm work.

The spring wind is slowly warming up, and the beetles outside the town are no longer pitifully huddled together, so I really can't help but want to go up and beat them up.

All this is still going on, and we are not affected by who appears or who leaves.

And I was thinking, if one day I also leave, will someone miss me like I miss him?