Please enter the text Perhaps, the bird is correct, or maybe he is indeed a trustworthy person. www.biquge.info Because now, he really didn't do anything to it, except to take care of it in the palm of his hand, he didn't do anything to hurt it.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a meaningful smile. And he didn't even have to think about that smile, it must have been mixed with a bleak look. Eventually, he looked at the little guy in his palm, sighed slightly, and then said to it, "Colorless, my name is Lyle." ”

With that, he straightened the colorless feather in his palm slightly, and then, he raised his hand and put it in the pocket of his shirt against his chest. There, there was the sound of his heart beating.

Actually, he could have put the bird in the bag of his clothes. And not so leaning on the heart. But, for some reason, now, he just unconsciously gave birth to an urge to let something alive feel his life, where there was the sound of his strong heartbeat. It was a revelation of life. There, he shared with it the voice of his own vivid, vigorous and exuberant life.

Once the bird had been placed, he looked up and looked ahead.

Now, somewhere in front of the road, above that, a dark cloud is hanging. It was a dark cloud that looked like a marshmallow. The dark clouds were surrounded by a golden edge of light. This made him feel a faint uneasiness in his heart.

He reached out and touched the bird that was now hiding in the pocket of his chest, but when he did, the bird just fell asleep quietly, and did not move at all.

Originally, he had hoped to draw some conclusions from the bird. But it seemed that only after a while, seeing that it slept so soundly, he couldn't bear to disturb it again.

Now, for some reason, he vaguely feels like a fellow traveler about this bird. That is, don't look at this bird looking so lively and cute, but its experience may not be less than its own. In the days to come, he thought that perhaps he would find something out of the bird. Let him better understand the meaning of this road, or the meaning of the bird's existence.

As for the word existence, he believes that anything that exists is particularly meaningful. And this meaning, what you gain or gain from it, depends on whether you can understand something. Understand something that exists in this world, or that doesn't seem to have any characteristics. However, if you look closely enough, you will surely find that in fact, every seemingly similar thing has its own distinctive characteristics, and from these characteristics, intelligent and enlightened people can often see many superficial words that go deep into the surface, and they can even see many, many long stories.

And for this bird, this one looks as straightforward as its name to the point of transparency. His experience, he argued, was perhaps as deceptive as its name suggested.

The bird's name is Colorless. But, in fact, it is like a chameleon, constantly changing its color, and in any kind of environment, it can blend itself in. He didn't know how to describe such a color. He couldn't even find a single color to describe the bird. However, he believes that the last thing this bird should be called is the word colorless.

Therefore, he stood up now, straightened up, and held in one hand the sword that seemed to have merged with his temperament. As he was preparing, as usual, after packing up an inexplicable shaky state of mind, and about to take another step, he looked at the dark clouds not far away, and suddenly thought of a story in his heart, that is, a small fable that he had seen in a book. The name of the story is "The Farmer and the Snake", and the content of the story is well known. Now, for some reason, there was a faint uneasiness in his heart, as if the bird that was sleeping in his arms at the moment would suddenly become a snake with venom when it woke up. Then bite him hard. And this bite can even kill him.

When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest. He even had the idea of dragging the bird out of his nest now, and then throwing it out into the street, so that it would always feel like it was going to take revenge.

However, when he sobered up a little, he realized that all this was his wishful thinking and assumption.

Nothing has happened yet.

However, he also knows that there seems to be an old saying somewhere, and that is prevention before it happens. Does he need to do that now?

He thought about it for a moment, and in the end, good literacy made him give up the preemptive approach that he immediately took because of what was very likely to happen. He adopted the idea that he had always believed in that he would rather be responsible for others than for me.

Perhaps he would regret it later, but, even so, that regret must be no more painful than abandoning the poor bird now.

In this way, a somewhat disorganized heart was calmed a little, and he was ready to move forward.

He continued to walk forward.

The scenery along the way, he doesn't see less on weekdays. Along the way, there are either people or no people, but no matter whether there are people or not, it is people who are in a hurry, coming and going in a hurry. The world is forever immersed in a busy rhythm. People don't have time to pay attention to something. Therefore, his presence is almost negligible, and the presence of these people, for him, can also be completely omitted.

The scenery along the way seems to be no different from usual.

The dark cloud not far ahead, mysteriously disappeared as he continued to walk forward.

After a while, it began to rain in the sky. And he ran down the road, and, at last, before the rain had completely drenched him, he saw a gazebo on the side of the road. At this moment, in the pavilion, there were already three or two people standing sheltering from the rain.

"This weather is really changing." As he hurried into the pavilion, he heard a man standing in the pavilion say to a man beside him with emotion.

"yes, this season, it shouldn't be like this." The other echoed with deep emotion.