"Lana?"
"I'm here, Aunt Nier."
Six-year-old Lana poked her head out of the stable.
She wore a low hat, but her naturally beautiful appearance couldn't be hidden by her sun-kissed, wheat-colored skin.
"I'm feeding Tyson; he's been in a bad mood lately."
Tyson was a pony in the stable, and Lana always liked to ride him for walks around the stable.
Even though Aunt Nier always reminded her that she shouldn't be riding a horse at her age.
"You can feed him some soybeans, but I already fed him this morning."
A young woman came out of the room, "I got up at 6:15 to shovel manure, change Water, and feed the horses. It's not easy work."
"So I can help Aunt with some work."
Lana said sensibly.
"No, you're still a child. What you should be doing is enjoying a carefree life."
Neil walked over and patted Tyson's rump in the stable.
"Like reading a book or playing at the amusement park."
"I don't like those; I like riding horses."
Neil smiled and said to her niece, "Riding a horse is not an easy thing. Horses can be very stubborn, rude, and timid animals. You will spend a long time trying to teach an animal that cannot understand your inner anxiety, and sometimes a horse will even kick you off."
Lana bit her lip and said, "Tyson isn't that kind of horse."
"The nature of animals is all similar."
Neil didn't continue the topic but instead asked Lana, "Your cold just got better; you should rest more in your room."
Although Lana really wanted to continue riding Tyson and secretly go for a ride outside.
But seeing her Aunt's serious expression, she swallowed the words she wanted to say.
Noon.
After Aunt took her nap, Lana secretly ran to the stable and untied Tyson's reins.
Satisfied, Lana rode Tyson in circles around the stable, imagining herself as a knight from a picture book, wearing a shirt, jeans, riding boots, and a cowboy hat.
Soon, the "female knight" was no longer content with just circling the stable.
She rode Tyson out of the stable and walked along the roads of the small town.
Although she was only six years old, her riding posture was very skilled.
After circling the nearby roads a few times, Lana rode the horse, preparing to go back.
But unexpectedly, Tyson's leg suddenly got tangled in a line on the road.
Tyson, whose leg was tangled, was immediately startled. After a scream, he galloped forward wildly.
Frightened, Lana bent down tightly and desperately gripped the rope with her hands.
"Bang!"
The startled horse ran into the field, and Lana, holding the reins, was almost thrown off.
Her mind a blank, she had completely forgotten all the measures Aunt had taught her to take when a horse was startled.
On the other side.
Clark and Mark stared, stunned, at the startled horse and Lana, who was clinging tightly to the reins, on the verge of being thrown off, her life hanging by a thread.
Mark looked at his broken kite string in his hand, then at the kite string tangled around the horse's hoof, and immediately realized he had caused trouble.
It was his kite string, which had fallen from the sky, that had tangled around the horse's hoof, causing the horse to be startled.
He had ridden horses with his father and knew when a horse would be startled.
Swallowing, he shouted to Lana, "Hold on to the reins! Don't get thrown off!"
Clark, on the other hand, watched the scene before him with a blank expression.
"Crash!"
The startled horse burst into a patch of woods. Lana's body was pressed tightly against the horse's back, but she was still painfully slapped by the branches.
The jolting and feeling of weightlessness assailed her, making her even think she would be thrown off in the next second.
Completely terrified, tears streamed from her eyes.
Just as she thought she was about to be thrown off the horse, a Shadow suddenly burst into the woods.
"Thump!"
The moment Lana released the reins, the stranger who had suddenly burst in jumped onto Tyson, grabbed the reins, and simultaneously pulled Lana into his arms.
Peter, who had jumped onto the horse's back, gently pulled the reins to one side, while extending his other hand to reach the horse's mane.
The horse, feeling the pulling force, bent its head to one side, gradually calmed down, and slowly regained its composure.
After controlling the startled horse, Peter rode it out of the woods.
In the few years he had lived on the farm, he had ridden horses often.
As a farm cowboy, these actions were merely basic maneuvers.
"Lana? Are you alright?"
Looking at the little girl, almost curled into a ball and terrified, in his arms, Peter asked her.
He knew Ms. Neil's niece.
The last time they met seemed to be half a year ago; he didn't expect her to have grown so tall in half a year.
Looking up, Lana's eyes were full of tears.
"Uncle Patrick?"
She wiped the tears from her face and looked at Peter in surprise.
She was too astonished that Peter could suddenly fly over like a bird, jump onto the horse's back, and control "Tyson," making her overly surprised.
"Uncle Patrick, are you… are you a bird?"
Lana even forgot her fear from just now and asked stuttering.
"I'm not a bird. I'm a flying Knight."
Peter said, stroking Lana's hair.
Girls' feelings were just different from boys'.
He even somewhat wished now that the baby in the spaceship that had fallen back then had been a female infant.
Raising a female infant should be less troublesome than a male infant.
Although they would also cause trouble, they probably wouldn't cause trouble every day like Mark and Clark, those two troublemakers.
He glanced at the kite string near the horse's hoof.
When Lana heard Peter say he was a flying Knight, she immediately thought of the handsome Knight images from the picture books she had seen.
The Knight image gradually replaced Peter's image.
Her small face suddenly turned red.
Peter rode Tyson, holding Lana, and walked out of the woods.
Mark, seeing Peter appear, immediately ran over with the kite.
"Dad, you were so handsome just now!"
He had seen Peter control the startled horse and thought his dad was incredibly cool.
"Is that so? Then who startled the horse?"
Stared at by Peter, Mark immediately pulled his head back.
"Sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to."
Mark apologized guiltily.
"Godfather, it was my kite string that broke."
Clark voluntarily admitted his mistake.
He glanced at Lana in Peter's arms, his face instantly turning crimson, and he lowered his head, mumbling, "It's not John's fault."
"Hmm?"
Peter glanced at Clark. Why are you blushing?
He looked at little Lana in his arms in confusion, seeing Clark secretly glance at her from time to time.
"Hiss."
He took a deep breath. Could this kid be experiencing his first stirrings of love so soon?
You're only six, and you already know how to like girls?
He had previously thought Mark was the little pervert, after all, that kid had done all sorts of manual labor in his previous life and often challenged various high-difficulty tricks.
Unexpectedly, you, seemingly honest Clark, are the little pervert!