"Clang clang clang!"

A series of sounds of hammers hitting nails were heard, and the crisp sound penetrated far into the forest. Suddenly, an unknown number of birds flew into the sky with a huffing sound, and the noisy flapping of wings was heard.

Rachel raised her hand and dodged a gray starling that flew past her cheek. She turned over and lay down on the soft grass. The smile in her light yellow-green eyes looked clear and bright, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

, The slightly red cheeks were filled with the bright sunshine of the Mississippi River.

Near her home is a small open area in the forest, which is not blocked by trees. Large tracts of clear blue sky are embedded in the middle of the rich green, like a mirror image of the lake on the ground. When the sunlight shines down, it is gentle and beautiful.

"Uh-"

So beautiful!

The young environmental scientist narrowed his eyes in contentment, let out a long exhale, hugged the newly nailed wooden board in his arms, and grew lazy among the tall flowers and grass.

A little possum who wanted to climb onto him held him in his arms and rubbed the other's gray fur.

Normally she would never care too much about these things, but after having friends, she became particularly concerned about these things. It was like suddenly feeling that she needed a swing, and it seemed that there were many new changes in her life.

[I’ve gained weight, little guy.]

Rachel touched the possum in her arms and scratched the other person's belly. She didn't care about the viruses that the other person might be carrying, and made a mouth shape to it with a smile.

Anyway, her powers can solve these problems, so there is no need to worry too much.

"Squeak?" The little possum obviously didn't understand, and looked at her with a pair of dark eyes, then barked a few times, and used its paws to fawn on her pocket, trying to get it from humans.

Things you like.

[stay.]

Rachel poked its head and threw the nuts from the inside of the pocket with a bit of fun. She watched the possum hurriedly ran to pick it up, then turned over and buried its cheek in the grass.

Possums are not very smart animals to begin with, but they are quite cute when they are so stupid - at least the small, fluffy appearance of the little possums complements this kind of stupid eyes.

"Rachel, are you teasing the possum again?"

After Sigma tied the swing rope to two trees very close to each other, he raised his head and saw this scene. He couldn't help but smile and said.

Rachel Carson, like Kitahara and Kaede, has a natural affinity for animals that makes animals always like to get close to them, allowing them to be submerged in a sea of ​​all kinds of plushness all day long.

The girl turned her head and looked at Sigma on the tree. She just bent her eyes and didn't speak. She couldn't speak either, but she moved her body and let out another bush of flowers and grass that was decorated with golden sunlight.

He got off the board in his arms and reached out to touch the possum family nesting on the other side, his eyes soft.

"Zhizhizhi?"

The mother opossum, which was almost as big as a cat, lay next to Rachel, tilting her head in confusion, her short tail dangling, and carrying seven or eight possum cubs the size of mice on her back. She realized that the girl was just innocent.

After wanting to touch it, he relaxed and continued to lazily bask in the sun.

Not far away, three raccoons were stacked on top of each other, with their tails hooked, trying hard to jump on Kitahara and Kaede's knees, but in the end they were always beaten by a beautiful coral snake lying on Kitahara and Kaede's shoulders.

Staring back fiercely, he could only squeak aggrievedly and coil himself at the traveler's feet.

A white-tailed deer was lying on the edge of the tree, with its head buried in the richly fragrant flowers, and yawned a little. Butterflies fell on it, like slightly trembling flowers blooming on the light gray-brown earth.

flowers.

"Okay, you guys-"

Kitahara Kaede, who originally wanted to take a nap under the sun, reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at the few little guys rubbing around him, sighed indulgently, and wrapped the coral snake around his neck as a scarf.

, and then pick up those raccoons who want to jump up and act coquettishly and hug them one by one.

Great, now he has three more raccoons than Poe.

Times. Maybe more later.

The traveler thought so, and rubbed the heads of these little guys one by one in a funny way, letting his clothes be caught by their sharp claws, and feeling these lively little guys in his arms happily.

Chaotic arching.

Hugging a furry creature always brings a special sense of satisfaction, especially when you can feel their reassurance, closeness and unreserved trust.

"Squeak!" "His!"

After the little animals excitedly adapted to their new position, they happily clung to Beitahara and Kaede until the traveler put them all down.

Then Kitahara Kaede picked up a guitar that was placed next to the recliner and hugged it in his arms. Looking at the animals that seemed eager to touch the guitar, he was not annoyed, but changed his position and raised the calf of his left leg.

Put it on the knee of the other leg.

He lowered his head, looked at these little guys with smiling eyes, and asked, "What song do you want to listen to?"

There was a raccoon inside that blinked its eyes, turned over, exposed its belly, and began to squeak.

Don't listen to the music, touch the fur!

Kitahara and Kaede smiled at this and didn't say much. Instead, they thought about it and tentatively plucked the guitar strings. Soon, the slightly hesitant voice became smoother. After the short sound test was completed,

The traveler leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes leisurely.

In the daylight, the sound of the guitar sounded one after another, with a natural lazy tone, echoing Kitahara Kaede's soft French singing that was deliberately slowed down and lowered, as if it was long enough to drown a person's lifetime.

time.

"je suis tenaire

mais je je suis encore vert

pour l"amour y a pas d" ge

ET JE Suis PRe T Pour Le Mariage ... "

Rachel, who was lying on the ground, tilted her head, then she squinted her eyes and smiled along with the music. She simply stood up, knelt down on the grass, raised her face, and hummed intermittently in the same manner.

Voice:

"Hmm, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la."

The girl's voice was very soft, as if her throat was not used to making such a long string of sounds in one breath. It sounded more like the soft hum of a kitten, or the colorful bubbles flying towards the sky in the sun.

Or maybe it's the thin, delicate wings of a butterfly.

Sigma, who had already picked up the woodblock from Rachel, had just completed the swing, and then heard the sound of two people singing. He couldn't help but smile, and then tested the tension.

The two ropes are very strong, and the horizontal positions of the branches tied to the two trees are basically the same, and they feel quite strong. It can be said that as long as they don't swing too much, there won't be any safety problems in a year or two.

Sigma, who was making a swing for the first time, looked at his results. His light gray eyes were shining. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth with pride. Then he squatted down and touched the body of the white-tailed deer next to him. Before the other party raised his head, he

Smiling, he ran over from the half-height flower bush, took the bouquet he had put aside before and sat down next to Rachel.

The position that the other party had given to him had been warmed by the sun.

The girl also glanced at him, still humming in her mouth, with a bright smile in her eyes, her long hair hanging down, like a lake formed by a green forest waterfall flowing on the green ground, with a kind of

The crystal-like luster perfectly blends with the lily-like blooming skirt on her body to form a moving painting.

"A butterfly has landed on your head."

Sigma handed her the bouquet and said with a smile.

Although he had been teased by Rachel many times, Sigma had never been angry with her. On the one hand, the girl in front of him was a disabled person, and on the other hand, he also knew that the other party actually did not have any ill intentions.

"Um."

Rachel stopped singing, responded briefly, and then touched the colorful butterfly resting beside her ear with her finger, her light yellow-green eyes curved softly in the sunlight.

——Then the butterfly flew onto her finger obediently and stayed there until the girl's green-white finger moved little by little in front of Sigma.

It was a very beautiful butterfly. The folded front wings were dark orange and the hind wings were light orange. They were elegantly separated by fine black lines into a very modernist style pattern, and the wings seemed to be surrounded by a ring of white diamonds.

black belt.

Monarch butterfly, a rare butterfly also known as monarch butterfly.

"I raised them here a few years ago, and I didn't expect that there was actually a colony of butterflies."

Rachel pursed her lips, and then laughed. The mobile phone she held in her other hand played an elegant but emotionless female voice in an orderly manner, but the finger holding up the butterfly did not move: "Here

There’s a big patch of milkweed in the back.”

Sigma looked at this world-famous butterfly in surprise. He was stunned for a moment, then tentatively tried to touch its tentacles, and then saw this big thing slowly and elegantly falling into his palm.

, and then spread its wings.

He didn't know what to say for a moment: he understood that this must be Rachel's idea to show him the butterfly after she saw him being so attached to the gray butterfly last time.

"Um...that."

Sigma suddenly felt a little embarrassed. His eyes moved slightly, and the tips of his ears were a little red. He hesitated for a while under the smiling gaze of the other party, and finally found something to say:

"Then Mr. Nabokov and the others must have followed the traces of these butterflies and found their way here, right?"

Rachel's smile became more obvious. The girl tapped her chest, then tapped the butterfly, then made a gesture of writing with a pen, and finally blinked her eyes briskly towards Sigma.

Yes, but these butterflies all belong to my family, so if he wants to catch a few, he has to help me work.

Sigma was silent for a few seconds.

Okay, he knew why he didn't see Nabokov and Dorothy all day today - he must have been asked to do something by Miss Rachel.

Could it be that he brought back the crocodile that saved his life last time?
To be continued...