Wizard of the Pendulum Forest

(One)

Ferdinand encountered one of the most headaches in his life, so much so that he gave up the leisure activity of dispensing potions after dinner, and instead walked anxiously around the windowsill, trying to get some inspiration.

Now it is dusk, the sun is about to set, the gentle golden light illuminates the forest drowsily, the grass in front of the window sill reflects the fine light, there is a rustling sound in the low bushes, and a chipmunk moves swiftly It ran through the bushes and disappeared into the quiet forest in a blink of an eye, leaving only a blank squirrel holding up its empty paws, turning its small head and thinking hard about why this chipmunk always Come grab its creamy melon seeds.

The wind blew past the end of the forest, and immediately caused the earth to hum. Countless emerald green leaves intertwined, pulling out Ferdinand's favorite tune bit by bit.

Ferdinand is a wizard, he understands the language of nature, and he also understands the message of "all is well" sent by the wind to him, but there is still a fire burning in his heart, which makes him lose his temper and point at the squirrel , I can't wait to poke it directly on the head: "Eat, eat, eat melon seeds, you are a little thing with golden fur, which makes people love and hate. I hate you for being so naive, you are so ruthless, your eyes are frozen Infatuation; your appearance is also worthy of love, the wind likes the unfettered hair on the top of your head, but I won't—come here, little thing, let me touch you, you can't eat sunflower seeds today, How does the wind know if a squirrel can eat butternut squash seeds?"

He grunted a few times and waved to the squirrel.

The squirrel must have understood what he said, and ran towards him. A few seconds later, it climbed onto the window sill, but then dodged again before Ferdinand reached out to touch it, and jumped straight into the brown bushes. , disappeared.

Ferdinand was not annoyed either. He withdrew his hand, closed his eyes and listened to the whisper of the wind, and then opened them happily: "This is where I love you, little guy! Countless surprises are hidden in the forest, now just need A wizard, a very, very powerful wizard who knows the language of the wind, can find the secret of the chest! I salute you."

He left the window sill with a relaxed face, raked back and combed his hair while going up to the second floor, and finally found a jar of yellow peach jam and a jar of blueberry jam in an inconspicuous small cabinet at the end of the kitchen. It took him half an hour - after dinner, he couldn't find the sauce to spread on the biscuits for dessert, and finally the young wizard, using the power of the wind willfully, just came to find him. of jam.

"Only a fool would struggle to decide which flavor to avoid. If I had to say, peaches and blueberries are equally delicious, I'd even let them share the spare space on my cute little biscuit and end up in my belly .I'm going to pray! How exciting, Goddess Chester will always protect her subjects, even if her subjects are missing jam."

Ferdinand didn't care how Goddess Chester would react after hearing this absurd prayer. The wizard happily entered the dining room with jam, and on the smooth table there was a plate of No longer steaming biscuits, he thought for a moment, pulled out his wand, let the biscuits warm up again, he took a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Ah, how wonderful is the steam rising from the freshly baked biscuits, this is a miracle that only a great wizard can understand." He chewed the biscuits, put his wand on the table, walked around twice, and finally Picking up a pot of milk tea, the white liquid was swirling in the cup, rubbing his reflection on the cup, "It just needs a great wizard to do it himself, no, no, a great wizard needs a central servant. "

He shook his head and said, spreading the jam evenly on the biscuit. The two colors took up half of the space on the small biscuit. The orange and blue blended together, and the visual effect was quite good.The wizard thought for a while, then spread some jam on it, then twisted the biscuit pretending to be reserved, and took a big bite.

!!!

Help!

The wizard expressed his desire to spit it out, but a great wizard would not do such a thing, so Ferdinand frowned and swallowed it. Although the strange taste of the mixture was not unpleasant, it was not bad. With some details that are not usually noticed, the magnified sourness and astringency flow in the mouth, quickly overwhelming the sweetness and the aroma of the biscuit itself.

He picked up the cup and drank several sips of milk tea before recovering, he couldn't help getting angry.

"There's no way a great wizard likes something he doesn't like, even if they're put together!"

But... Even so, he put down the half-bitten biscuit in his hand, and after thinking about it, he pushed it away with a finger, picked up another one, and only smeared it with blueberry sauce.

When he was about to eat, he looked up and saw the squirrel standing on the table in front of him, with its two small paws clasped together, its round and big black eyes wide open, and its big and fluffy tail almost as big as two , shaking gently behind him.

Subconsciously, Ferdinand covered the biscuit with his hand, and stared at it with his big, round black eyes: "Why are you back? No, don't look at me, the wind knows whether a squirrel can eat blueberry biscuits," he said. As he said, he moved his arms slowly and hid the biscuit behind his back, "Still... no, no, you ate too many butternut squash seeds today, the wind knows... eh! Stop! My magic wand! You A squirrel that smells like a chipmunk!"