According to their grandfather, the air in England will get colder when it gets dark, in the winter it still cuts the skin, so going at sunset is the most suitable, just watching the sunset and enjoying a little bit of the air. warm. The three of them have warm coats, hats, and shoes because he doesn't want any of them to catch a cold, it will be very tiring, but not all, it will make their parents on the other side of the country worry okay. can work. He absolutely didn't want that to happen.

The three of them stepped out of the villa, the summer air was warm, but the sun was nowhere to be seen, just like that. It's true that England, the land of fog, is not wrong, she thought. A few steps away from the villa, through the deep brown wooden gate of Thornfield, a cold wind blew from nowhere to where the three of us were, seeping into every fiber of their skin, inside layers of coats and towels. thick collars make them freeze. Syrena grabbed his hand, her hand was now cold as ice, holding it as if holding an ice cube, she asked him:

"Grandpa is there going to be a storm?"

Her mouth was emitting smoke, a hazy smoke. Seeing this, he grimaced and said:

"Perhaps that's it, kid, just let me apologize. I guess I won't be able to take you for a run around in the Four Seasons field today. This kind of thing..."

Then he looked up at the sky, the sky was darker than usual, the dark clouds were gradually coming, each cold wind kept blowing like it wanted to take the three of them away.

"Or should we come back?"

Sabrina suggested. She has grown up, has become aware of the do's and don'ts. This weather, she thought, would have swept the fields away. Grandpa looked at her and nodded in agreement, then turned to her sister.

"Let's see if the storm ends tomorrow, then I will take you two away, or if you still want to go, there is another field closer to this."

She looked at Syrena silently, waiting for an answer. Children at this age are very demanding, especially with over-indulged babies that can easily lead to this situation, she fears the answer she will hear.

But then, contrary to her thoughts, Syrena shook her head firmly, saying:

"I'm not going anywhere, just wait until the storm is over and then I can go."

"Are you sure?"

Grandpa asked back, a steady nod from Syrena. When he saw that, he said "Yes" for an hour and then signaled to the two sisters to follow him back to the villa, on the way he carried Syrena because she couldn't walk, it seems that she is tired, her feet hurt, right? She walked behind, extremely proud and loved her sister very much.