There are various materials on an ordinary wooden table, such as rice dumpling leaves and glutinous rice. Since it is the Dragon Boat Festival, every family will make use of this kind of materials. Of course, there is an elderly woman sitting next to the wooden table.

She skillfully wrapped rice dumplings, perhaps because she was too skillful, she didn't need to look at them at all, so her eyes did not fall into her hands, but instead looked at a monk-headed child next to her, as if she was looking at something interesting.

Perhaps for the elderly, grandsons are their most cherished treasure. However, it seems that grandsons are not grateful at this time. They keep staring at the wall clocks on the walls, as if they are waiting for school.

"Don't you also want to make rice dumplings together on the Dragon Boat Festival? It's very fun." The old woman seemed to have noticed this and said.

"I don't want it! How could I do this kind of thing? Besides, even if I'm willing to help, the rice dumplings I made... do you dare to eat?" The monk-headed boy nodded for granted, and pointed his finger at his grandmother. In his opinion, the dishes he made were something he dared not eat! Let's not talk about others.

"Yes..." The old woman laughed dismissively: "If you have the chance, I really want to try it."

Realizing that everything he said was useless, the boy continued to stare at the wall clock on the wall. He promised his mother that she could watch TV for an hour when she went back for two hours.

During the long wait that I thought, the wall clock pointed to 4:30 as I wished.

At half past four - it was time to save the world, leaving behind a messy footsteps of "slap" and the boy rushed to the shoe cabinet at the door, took out his shoes and threw them on the ground, and left a sentence: "I have a premonition that there will be monsters... Then, I set out for the peace of the earth! Also, while monsters appear... don't go out."

"Hey? It's rare to come back on Dragon Boat Festival..." The old woman seemed to be accustomed to her grandson's strange words, but she was just a little disappointed.

"No, no, compared to one's own happiness, it is probably more important for all human beings?" The boy's voice was already coming from a distance, as if he had walked too quickly, and he didn't even close the door.

In fact, saving the world is not related to him, right? Yes, speaking of it... I have been very delusional since I was a child.

"This child... wants him to take the prepared few home to eat." The grandson's childish and weird behavior seemed to be just a lively expression in the old woman's eyes. She laughed and shook her head.

"Well... I'd better deliver it to me later! On the Dragon Boat Festival, it's not okay if you don't eat rice dumplings together!"

With the smell of rice dumplings in his mouth, Rorona was still lying on the sofa playing with the game console...

This is a taste that I have almost forgotten and cannot be forgotten. The taste that I once lost, but it is relived because the world is full of bugs. Grandma is in poor health, and finally came to an end when she was twelve years old.

"It's obviously not the Dragon Boat Festival at all!" Rorona said in a mess. It's really hard to understand why the older generation likes to eat foods like rice dumplings. It's simply an item from the last era. Don't you know that young people today won't like this flavor?

"Maybe...just, I just want to share my feelings with my grandson?" Rorona's question was answered by a voice next to her.

In a similar position to Rorona, the boy was playing on another sofa next to him holding a game console. His short buzz cut was supposed to be a serious hairstyle, but as long as he matched his fat face, he made people laugh.

"Is that...is it?" Rorona replied, then continued to look at the screen of the game console in her hand. The long-lost smell of nearly forgotten in her mouth. It seems that sometimes bugs are not all bad things.

The boy sitting on the sofa seemed to have suddenly reacted because he noticed that the guy in front of him suddenly said, "Cousin, it's very tiring to shoot the Silver Fire Dragon alone. Let's form a team! Please give me some of the strength!"

He hesitated and looked at the guy, twisted his head aside: "I don't want it, isn't it better to just take the fifteenth wave?" The game that Rorona didn't want to be played was interrupted.

"But even this is very tiring!" the fat boy replied.

In fact, 5 flash bombs, 10 light insects and 10 material bombs can be knocked down. It's just because they are too lazy and find it troublesome. However, Rorona, who was not planning to help, felt that she couldn't refuse when she saw this guy's fat face.

It was the guy who used to blame himself for picking up his gun when he played with Red and White Machine. The only difference between the Red and White Machine's handle was replaced with PSP, and Conra was replaced with Monster Hunter.

It's really... there's no way. Rorona sat down next to him, and took time to look at the guy beside him from time to time during the game. He used to call himself "cousin", but now he calls himself "cousin".

If it was the previous world, or the real world, as time went by, my cousin had gradually created a generation gap with him. Perhaps it was because his hobbies became different, or maybe it was because he had not talked for too long. Even if his hearts did not change, he always felt like he could not go back to the past and play with the red and white machine together.

Sometimes I always feel that I am constantly growing up like I am running on the beach holding gravel in my hands. At first, there is a pile of palms full, but as I keep moving forward, I will unknowingly decrease. When I really notice it, I find that there is nothing left in my hands.

Although everything here may be illusory, there is no doubt that everything is what you have lost and the gravel that has been left on the road to growth, as if it was suddenly picked up again in your hand.

After taking the rice dumplings on the coffee table, I took a bite and had an old and outdated taste, but Rorona found that she didn't hate it. It was obvious that such things did not meet her taste in the past.

"It's so strange..." Rorona murmured.

And at this moment, my cousin's voice came from beside me: "Cousin! It's now!"

It seems that when I was in a daze and thinking, the battle was over...what! Isn't this guy doing a good job even if he keeps playing soy sauce?

"Good job! Your sacrifice will not be in vain... I will take off his clothes with shame!" Rorona focused on the game again.

"Well... it's really an expected result. Special people naturally have to do things that ordinary people cannot do before they can be called special."

"It's not that it cannot be done, it should be considered... a different choice, there is no right or wrong in this kind of issue." The voice of the speech was a little hesitant, it seemed that it was a careful consideration before speaking.

"But it really gives people a big problem! Didn't the prank just now be the last time?"

"It's not a prank, this is my intention..."

There was a dialogue between two goblins in a place full of green and ancient style buildings. The scenery here was not the same as what you saw from Avalon Island, which means it did not belong to the island.

Just like since I passed the invisible gate and went through another space... or in other words, this is the real hollow hill, but the group of teenagers who had originally come in with the goblins are nowhere to be found.

“It’s not just for pranks, there’s no right or wrong definition.”

"You, as a human, have a few of you, who can pass one of the gates, understandable, right?" the fairy continued to say it.

What follows is a brief silence.

"Ahhh, then I'll take this sentence as praise."

"Someone is in." The fairy who was thinking about something seemed to notice something and suddenly said.

"Well, there are indeed other guys besides the washing board and other groups who came to the island. Is there any problem?" Another voice was a little confused.

"His body has truly appeared in the hollow hills..."

Surprise caused the other fairy to fall into silence.

"It's a guy who uses tricks and enters the venue without buying a ticket. Since it's just a guest, it's not allowed to violate the regulations set by the owner here." The fairy who spoke stopped, as if waiting for something.

"Ah, ah, I'll go." The other fairy made a troublesome voice, as if it had gone far away, with a regretful tone of not being able to see the guy who thought he was interesting.

This guy who entered the master's house by "piercing the door" did not continue to receive the attention of this fairy. Anyway, there were a few such guys every period. He believed that he could break through the limitations of legends and mortals after mastering special skills.

"It's just a little thief..." The goblin continued to stay where they came in, as if waiting for someone to follow.

"I once promised to lead you to a place with treasures, so I am waiting now, before the doors of fantasy and reality are closed..." The remaining fairy was still murmuring.

"Whether to continue walking in the fantasy of happiness and comfort, or crawling in the reality full of thorns, it all depends on your choice."
Chapter completed!