[Western Fantasy] Creator's daily tasks

At dusk, the afterglow shone obliquely on the old tiles of the eaves, and the charm of time was immersed in the aroma of wine in the alley for a long time, floating in the breath, and could not be dissipated for a long time.

"Old Reina, are you waiting for someone again?"

The old fingers followed the wine spoon and slid across the rubber barrel cover, the rickety body paused slightly, and the arms hugged the barrel with great effort.

"Yeah... I'm afraid that without my guidance, he will be so stupid that he can't find his way home." The thin and withered silver hair, sticking to his neck and forehead with sweat, was messy.The white robe that had been washed turned yellow and black because of the wine stains on the barrel, and wrapped around him like a crumpled rag, but the old man's child-like smile dispelled the neighbor's unspoken words.

You can't wait...

It's been 70 years...

It's time to come back, it's already back...

The crude wooden wheel creaked and rolled on the stone slabs in the alley, and the sobbing and crying of the old man was blurred as the footsteps gradually moved away.

In the distance, a young man in knight attire led a steed and walked slowly.The beautiful and charming girl on the horse looked at the young man who was leading the horse with a smile, and let out a melodious laugh from time to time. The long silver morning hair added a youthful beauty to the skirt.

"...Selling wine, pure brew from the forest of elves."

A trembling and hoarse voice sounded in the alley, attracting the attention of the two people on the street.

Tall dress boots, appearing in the blurred vision, looking up, you can see the familiar Yingluo, neat sideburns, straight standing posture, and the face that accompanied every day and night.

"Old man, I want a glass of spirit fruit brew."

The young man's magnetic voice rang out in the alley for a long time... Seeing that the old man didn't respond, the young man leaned over and repeated it again.

"well……!"

Trembling, the old man pushed open the heavy bucket lid, his thin arms stretched out from the worn robes, and twisted the bucket lid once and twice with difficulty.

The girl quietly tugged at the corner of the young man's clothes, pointed to the old man's wine-stained robe, and made an unclean mouth.

The young man just shook his head, and continued to watch the old man's trembling and clumsy movements, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity sweeping through his body.

The wooden spoon full of cracks was slowly stirred, and turbid tears dripped into the bucket along the handle of the spoon. The old man had a face that seemed to be crying but not crying, half smiling, watching the young man drink the cup of fruit juice , took a deep breath.

"...Once upon a time, another girl named Randi Reina asked me to tell a young knight... She, will always be waiting for him, and will come back when she is tired from playing. That will always be his home... "

The choked and hoarse words disappeared in the wind, and the sound of the creaking wooden wheel became farther and farther away, just like the words of the old man, which made people feel inexplicable.

But... why is there a heartache?

He lowered his head and thought about the young man, watching the young girl making a fuss, the corners of her mouth beeping frequently, revealing a bright smile, what the hell?Why think so much, maybe it's really just an irrelevant person.

Tired of playing...

just come back...

That will always be his home...

But where is her home?

Wherever there is him, it is home——

It doesn't matter if you're around or not...

It would be great if someone could accompany him instead of her!

After all it was a stupid idiot who was lost for more than 70 years before finding his way back home...we ended up missing it too...