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I recalled the practice of roasting a wild beast and roasting a skinny rabbit.

"Eat."

I handed the blackened rabbit at the bottom of the fire to Ah Ye.

He took one look at me, tore off a leg, and reached out and handed it to me.

There were no words, no superfluous movements, just straight, pure eyes.

I was moved.

I took a bite of the rabbit meat and swallowed it slowly.

It didn't have the taste of the wild beasts, it was slightly dry, with the smoke of a little firewood.

Seeing that I had eaten several bites, Ah Ye devoured it.

Seeing this, my intuition was a little wrong, and a scene in the kitchen suddenly appeared in my mind, and suddenly, the rabbit meat that was still in my mouth suddenly became astringent, and I couldn't swallow it for a while, and I didn't vomit it.

Who said he was a fool -

This is obviously very shrewd.

I lifted my forehead and sighed, took a bite of rabbit meat, and silently fulfilled my duty as a poison test silver needle.

After eating rabbit meat, I went down the hill to find a sister-in-law to come up, and finally got a general idea of the kitchen.

For example, the black rectangular object that Ah Ye bites, it is not for eating, it is charcoal for burning fire, I taste the thin strip, which is a kind of dried vegetable, which can be fried and eaten after soaking, and the small particles of white flowers, which are a kind of grain, which can only be eaten after adding water and cooking......

After identifying them one by one, my sister-in-law kindly helped me cook a meal and let me observe and understand the process.

The little days passed slowly.

Most of the time, I hunted some game in the mountains for Ah Ye to fill my stomach, and occasionally worked in the kitchen for half a day, cooking a bunch of messy stews with a little bit of everything. Although the appearance is not good, the taste is really not bad, and over time, barbecue and stewed soup have become the standard of Ah Ye's daily diet.

Later, half of the birds and animals on the mountain that could be eaten entered Ah Ye's stomach, and half of them wiped their tears to save their lives and moved their families.

For a long time, Ah Ye's staple food was a bowl of messy stew.

This one is easy to get hungry.

I don't know.

At this time, I was basking in the joy that my soup making skills were getting better and better.

Isn't it?

Look, Ah Ye drank two more bowls of soup today than yesterday!

I looked at the bottom-out soup pot with great relief, feeling that I had mastered a new skill, not realizing at all that perhaps, Ah Ye drank two more bowls of messy stew, not because my soup making skills had improved, but because he was even hungrier after eating liquid food.

Until that day, I watched Ah Ye sitting by the stream - grilling fish.

Then, Ah Ye's diet finally changed from pure messy stew to grilled fish and fish soup.

Once, when I was grilling fish by the stream, on a whim, I told Ah Ye about Penglai.

For example, the small fire fish that eats ink in Tingtao Pavilion is bright in color and luster like fire, not big, and after being roasted with a warp roll, it tastes a bit similar to the brook fish with coarse salt of Sichuan pepper, but there is no thorn, and the taste is more crispy and fragrant.

Ah Ye ate the fish quietly, and didn't talk, I don't know if I listened.

I sat on the side, talking to myself, and then used a twig to pull the firewood that was about to burn out.

Ah Ye doesn't seem to care about anything except for being hungry and wanting to eat.

I remembered that he couldn't let go of his swordsmanship at the top of the snow or in his previous life, so I sharpened a wooden sword for him. But after he took it, he never took it out again. I don't know if I forgot where I am, or if I don't like to lose it.

He was also listening to the grass hall's class, but it didn't have much effect. The third son, the mud monkey and the sixth son of the same age all learn quickly, and he listened to it for three months, but he still couldn't even write his name.

I suspect that his intelligence may have stayed at the level of four or five years old, but in fact, he can do more than a four or five-year-old child.

I often wonder if he's really stupid or just dull. But whenever I think so, he always refreshes my cognition with actions.

On that day, we stood on the hill and watched the new greenery gradually spread from the foot of the mountain to the bleak peak.

I heard the sound of birds in my ears.

I sighed to Ah Ye, I don't know if Xiao Wumei will come back this year.

Later, when I was enjoying the shade under the tree, I saw a big snake coiled on the tree, and its upper body was ready to attack the bird's nest, so I threw the half-bitten fruit in my hand and smashed the big snake down.

Therefore, when the nest of golden birds could fly, every morning they would chirp a few times in front of my window, and put a few sweet and sour green fruits on the windowsill.

One of the most daring birds was the one who often peeked through the cracks in the window with his head tilted, and was not afraid of life at all.

After I found out, it still rolled its eyes the size of mung beans and looked at me very innocently.

This incomparably familiar innocent look made me know that this little yellow warbler that could just fly was the one I picked up under the tree.

It was very bold, and when he saw that I didn't care about it, he flew into my arms and pecked at the dried plums while I was reading under the tree.

This dried black plum is a mountain product given by the villagers, go to the core, dried and dyed with frosting, sweet and sour, very delicious. I like to pretend to read some while eating when I read the book.

Occasionally, when I was fascinated by it, a bold guy would fly into the mouth of the open cloth bag and peck at it happily.

I didn't care about it, I looked at it myself, so much so that later, when I opened the book, one of them flew over me very consciously.

came and went, and in order to distinguish it, they called it a little black plum.

When autumn came to an end, the little Ume family flew away.

Although the summer in the North Plains was hot, the cold winds and heavy snow in the winter were one day after another.

Many migratory birds fly to warmer places.

Another spring has arrived, I wonder if the bird with innocent eyes will come back?

Ah Ye didn't answer, just stood silently.

In the past few years, his face has gradually changed, and his immature face has grown. But the aura in that eye still hasn't recovered.

As he had done so many times in the past, he just listened silently and did not respond.

I sighed and went back to the house.

Time is like a Chinese practice, and it becomes as long as an indefinite time in being pulled by daily struggles.

In the blink of an eye, it was the fourth spring day in the mortal world.

This life is like slow motion frame after frame, making people in a trance and not knowing the way back.

Suddenly, I began to wonder if what I was doing was the right thing.

Too much time has passed, and the days on the top of the snow are far away like a beautiful dream in the afternoon. It feels like a previous life, no, maybe it's a previous life.

In the days of this mountain residence, I often looked at Ah Ye's figure in a daze. I already knew that he had forgotten me in this life, and I was ready to accompany him to the end, but why did I feel so lonely?