Ling Pingan looked at the tiny fireflies flying in front of him.
Why there were fireflies in the winter? He didn't quite understand.
Or were these little things actually not fireflies, but another type of insect that could emit light?
But he was still very happy.
These little elves reminded him of the happy times he had with his friends when he was young.
He caused trouble in the factory building of the industrial park, caught the cicada in the mountain behind the park, and climbed up a tree to dig out the bird's nest.
Those lovely memories always made people happy.
Therefore, he waved his hand and said to the little ones, "Go back quickly!"
The little ones seemed to understand human language. They gradually flew into the depths of the forest and disappeared into the darkness.
Ling Pingan stroked his cat and continued on his journey.
... ..
Zhuang Qiu floated under a withered leaf.