After that upheaval, the island changed a lot, and most of the mountains in the north became flat land or valleys, and the back of the home also collapsed into a mess.

The deep hole had been re-covered with boulder mud, and now it was slowly accumulating into small puddles due to the rainfall, and it was estimated that over time it would become a body of water.

The red-haired beasts were still standing by the turnip field outside their homes, and when they saw the return of the day-chasing birds, they were so happy that they all circled around it, trying to jump on it.

After this period of getting along, they are like family, and they reunite after a short absence, which shows the preciousness of their feelings.

The day-to-day birds clear a sunny place in their homes and plant a thousand sunwoods.

At this point, the Thousand Sunwood has finally begun its real growth path.

As its branches and leaves become more and more luxuriant, the aura it gathers becomes more and more intense, so that the surrounding plants and insects are also more vigorous than other places.

Under the nourishment of this aura, the red-haired beasts are more familiar with human feelings.

The day-chasing bird thought that the Thousand Yin Beads and the stone had some relationship with this Thousand Yang Wood, so he flew to the cave again, brought the two with him, and put them all under the Thousand Yang Wood.

I thought to myself that this might make the Thousand Sunwood grow faster, and as for the stone to stun it, it didn't care.

But it's also strange that since this stone has lost its runes, it neither glows nor vibrates, and it is no different from ordinary stones, except that it feels a little warm to the touch.

This makes the little red hair love to death, and whenever he guards his home under the tree, he likes to lie on this stone and warm his belly.

The day-to-day bird goes to the beach every day, hoping to see a small fish swimming back to shore.

However, in the end, they were all disappointed.

After two days, when its wings had grown stronger, it divided the sea into eight directions, eight routes, and flew out again and again, searching for them again and again along those routes.

It learns the albatross on the sea, glides in the storm, glides on the waves, it flies farther and farther, and even for two days and two nights without sleep, it has been flying in the air.

But it still didn't see any fish.

On this day, the sand washed up with the tattered coat of the little fish, and the day-by-day bird groaned sadly, and it flew tirelessly farther away.

The vast sea, the island, I don't know where there will be land, I don't know where there will be small fish.

Through a storm, the sun-chasing bird's body steamed. The water vapor left a cloud of smoke behind it.

The sun was on its left side, and it was about to set in the sea. The orange silhouette is lined with the red tail feathers of the sun-chasing bird, and the white water vapor is like a watercolor on the horizon.

It's the second sunset, and if it can't see a place to rest, it's going back.

This is how things often turn around, and then a faint inky silhouette on the surface of the sea appears in front of its eyes.

What is that?

Ships?islands?

When they came to this world, in addition to the island where they lived, it was the first time that the day-by-day birds saw the world other than the sea.

That feeling is amazing, like having traction, dependence, bottom, and hope all of a sudden.

As it struggled to fly, its silhouette became clearer and clearer.

It was an island, taller than the one they lived on, the size of which was uncertain, but it was much taller.

Mountains and mountains, isn't it an overseas fairy mountain?

Soon, it turned out that it wasn't. There are many parts of the island that seem to have been destroyed by a flat mine.

Collapsed hillsides, littered and withered trees, fallen mountain birds and birds, and human corpses.

The day-by-day bird makes a long song and hovers over the island.

"Birds of the day. The wind sent the three words it most wanted to hear into its ears, and even when it received them, its heart became warm.

It is the voice of its only celestial companion on earth, a friend who lives and dies together.

After looking forward to it on Qianyang Island for more than half a month, I suddenly heard such a voice, which was really even more beautiful than heaven.

On a hillside full of yellow flowers, a little girl, dressed in a burlap coat, rolled up her trousers, waved a bright red streamer in her hand. Jumping and jumping and shouting to it: "Birds of the day." ”

This should be the way to reunite after a long absence, the joy of first sight, the joy of goodbye.

The little fish put his arms around the neck of the sun-chasing bird: "Your wings are all right, do you still hurt?"

I still remember when I left that day, the sun-catching bird was injured and broke its wings and bled out.

But after many days, the bird not only healed from its injuries, but also added more brilliance to its feathers and was more energetic than ever.

The day-by-day bird rubbed her head: "I knew that the little fish fairy would be fine, I was already fine, and I was looking for you at sea every day, I was afraid that you would get lost and not be able to swim back." ”

Xiao Yu was a little excited, and his words trembled a little: "I also know that you will definitely find me." ”

"They were gone, and they asked me to go with them, but I was afraid that I would get farther and farther away from our island, so I didn't go with them. I want to take a boat back, but I don't know where our island is. I spent days on the ship, studying the logs on those ships, but I couldn't read them. The boat drifted in the sea for a few days and returned here. So, I thought, I'm here waiting for you, and one day you'll come here. ”

Who are they?

What happened to this island?

There is so much to ask, but this is not the time to ask. This is the time to strengthen each other's beliefs, comfort each other, and give support and encouragement.

The little fish led the day-to-day bird to the house in the yellow flower field, and the small circle of fences was much more delicate than on Qianyang Island.

He brought out a bowl of porridge from the kitchen and put it in front of the sun-chasing bird: "After flying for so long, you must be hungry, try the porridge I made." ”

Looking at the proud and expectant appearance of the little fish, the daily bird lowered its head and pecked, the bowl was too small and inconvenient.

However, the ingredients inside are so delicious that they have never been eaten in the world, even in heaven (the main thing is that its owner rarely cooks and eats).

After eating a few more bites, he saw the bottom, and looking at its unfinished appearance, Xiaoyu couldn't help but sigh: "I'm really a genius at cooking." ”

The day-to-day bird looked at the little fish incredulously, and Shibei was impressed for three days, didn't he know anything?

In fact, she will be this one, and she has practiced hard day and night, I don't know how much oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, green onions, ginger and garlic have been wasted.

Eat and drink enough, go for a walk on the beach with one person and one bird, and by the way, talk about the past of these days.

From time to time there were birds flying back and forth on the beach, and the little fish asked the birds, "Say, how far can they fly, and can they leave the island?"

The day-by-day bird looked at the horizon: "This is their home, and they will come back when they leave." One day, I can fly far, far away, back to our home," and then looked at the little fish, adding, "I'll take you with me." ”

The little fish turned its face to look at it, and the bright feathers of the day-to-day birds were as beautiful as clouds at sunrise in the sea breeze.

This beautiful world has given birth to a variety of life, and life is interconnected, and no one can be independent of this world.