Under the leisurely rotating windmill, two children in white sat.
"Xiaoyu, do you know Zaanse Schans?" The boy asked the girl next to him.
"What is it?" The girl asked after thinking for a long time.
"Haha, finally there is something you don't know," the boy said a little proudly. Looking at the girl's serious look, he smiled and replied, "That's the birthplace of the wind."
"The birthplace of the wind? It's so magical. It must be beautiful, right?" The girl fantasized.
The boy looked at the boundless distance and said softly, "It's full of freedom there..."
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Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the windmill rotated violently. The girl felt that she was being thrown out by an unknown force. Just when she was about to lose her support, she felt that she was falling heavily. ． ．
But the other white figure became blurry. ． ．