When Xin'er ran over, she looked very aggrieved. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"Master, why don't you take me with you when you go out?" ”

Yan Huan lowered his eyes to block the gloom in his pupils. "Let's go."

Mingyue's meaning to Xin'er can be seen by anyone in the house. He hopes that Mingyue can do well in this life, join hands with the person he likes, and make up for all the things that he didn't taste in the previous life. In this way, it is regarded as atoning for some sins for oneself.

Xin'er's eyes sparkled: "Master, why don't you share a carriage with us?" ”

Yan Huan refused. "I'll drive, and you guys will sit inside."

There was no word all the way, except for the sound of horsewhips and hooves. Yanwu was dumb, Xin'er's mood was not high, and the carriage looked very deserted.

Yanwu glanced at her, and wanted to comfort her, but when she thought of the complexity, she felt that she couldn't comfort her.

Xin'er is starting to be governor, Yan Huan's past is too mysterious, and with Mingyue, it is a love triangle. It's too early to say anything, just go with the flow.

"Sister Wu, what are you and your master going to do?"

Yanwu wrote: Prepare tools for catching birds.

Xin'er was very disappointed, such an interesting thing The master didn't call her, but she went with Sister Wu. After that, there was silence again.

Yan Huan first bought two birdcages in the market, one large and one small, and then drove the carriage to the southern suburbs. As soon as he got out of the car, he went straight to work as a feller in a wild forest, cutting down some wicker, bamboo, vines, and picking up some straw.

"Master, what are you cutting these for?"

Yan Huan didn't say anything, Xin'er walked back to Yanwu sullenly, only to feel that the master was so cold to her.

Yanwu looked at it intently for a moment, and secretly sighed that the senior brother was good at craftsmanship, and after three or two efforts, Yan Huan made up a hollow small bamboo plaque, and then tied the vines with bamboo pieces and bent them into a small bow. Finally, a small bamboo plaque and bow are attached with wicker and straw.

"It's a bird trap."

You Xin'er was very curious when she heard this, so she left her loneliness and walked towards it, wanting to see it more clearly.

Yan Huan took a caterpillar from a nearby tree, hung it on the spikes of the bamboo slices, and then found a place where the bird trap was piled up with dead leaves, and sprinkled some broken rice grains to beckon Yanwu and Xin'er to stay away.

All three pairs of eyes were staring at the particular bird trap, not blinking. For a while, the forest could only hear the chirping of birds and the sound of birds brushing against dead leaves.

I don't know how long it was quiet, but a black sparrow flew over and foraged for food on a pile of dead leaves.

Xin'er was so nervous that she grabbed Yanwu's wrist, and her strength was not small. Yanwu glanced down, and Xin'er was grabbing Yan Huan's wrist with her other hand. Yan Huan was slightly afraid to scare away the finch, frowning but not moving.

Unfortunately, the sparrow flew away after two laps.

Xin'er let go of her hand in disappointment, and Yan Huan secretly exhaled. "Bird hunting is a matter of luck. Otherwise, you go back first. ”

Xin'er looked at Yanwu and said, "Let's look at it for a while, a bird hasn't been caught yet." ”

After another half an hour, a chickadee landed on the pile of dead leaves and jumped at the soft white worm. I only heard a "click", and the wicker flicked, and the small bamboo plaque that was originally erected was buckled to the ground, and the chickadee was trapped and fluttered vigorously in the plaque.

Xin'er clapped her hands and said, "Catch it, catch it, the master is so powerful." ”

Yanwu thought that Yan Huan was just experimenting with this bird trap, but he did not release the chickadee, but threw it into the bird cage. Yanwu was a little confused.

Xin'er also said: "Master, let it go, look at it and be very frightened." ”

Yan Huan only looked at Yanwu and said, "The is the intimate companion of the woodpecker. ”

After a taste of smoke, since the is a bait used to attract woodpeckers, then the sparrow came over, why didn't Yan Huan let go of Xin'er's hand. It turned out that the senior brother was not unintentional towards Xin'er. Sometimes, the human body is more honest than the heart. If that's the case, Xin'er and Senior Brother are not suitable to stay together often.

Xin'er didn't understand. "What does it mean that the chickadee and the woodpecker are intimate companions, Master?"

Yan Huan didn't say anything more. Xin'er was extremely disappointed, bowed her head and said, "I'll go back first." Sister Wu, can you borrow the dust? ”

Yanwu also stood up, took Xin'er's hand, and walked towards the carriage together.

Xin'er raised her head, her eyes full of surprise. "Sister Wu, are you going back with me?"

Yanwu nodded.

"Sister Wu is so good, Xin'er likes you the most." After speaking, You Xin'er turned back to that innocent and innocent appearance, which made Yanwu feel a little distressed.

Whisk flicked his whip, and the horse ran after a neigh. Xin'er lifted the curtain, Yan Huan was still squatting on the ground, and she could only see a blue back. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Sister Wu, isn't the dust able to fly, why does the master work so hard to catch birds." ”

Because it's not an ordinary woodpecker to catch, I don't know if the bird is poisonous or not, and whether it can be touched with your hands.

But Yanwu couldn't tell her the truth, and wrote: Whisk dust refused to catch it.

"Oh, that's right." Xin'er pursed her lips, "Sister Wu, did you say that the master has found his enemy?" ”

Yanwu was a little surprised, how did Xin'er come up with this inference.

"The Master is so cold to me, I think the Master is hiding a lot of things on his mind. Sister Wu, you are a fortune operator, can you, can you help me do the math? ”

The smoke was placed on the hand of the bamboo knife for a moment. Then he wrote: There is nothing for the Master.

Xin'er hurriedly took out a book, "This is a diagram of herbs compiled by the master." ”

Yanwu put his finger on the book cover, and not long after closing his eyes, the spirit fell into the forest. Heart, how does it feel a bit like voyeurism?

Speaking of which, Xin'er really reminded her. She has always felt that there are many secrets buried in the senior brother, but she has never thought of using the method of Mengbu to find out. Today, you can give it a try.

Yanwu's spirit looked at Yan Huan peacefully, but he couldn't see it anyway.

I saw Yan Huan kneeling on the ground, looking at the in the birdcage motionless. This position lasted for a long time. Yanwu couldn't help but complain, the senior brother is really suitable for playing the wooden man. This kind of static scene is too boring, there is no dialogue, no movement, no expression, Fu Yanwu is in a hurry to float everywhere.

In the end, I couldn't stand it, so I obediently returned to my body and shook my head.

Xin'er said disappointedly: "If you can't figure it out, forget it, thank you, Sister Wu." ”

Yan Huan, who had been kneeling on the ground, moved, and he looked at the sky. The sky was cut into fragments by the branches that stretched out of the canopy, and the sky was lost in its former height and vastness, full of leaks like the small bamboo plaques he had just wove just wove about.

"Is that you, you're back too."

Yan Huan only said this. Silence returned to the woods.

By the time I got home, it was already halfway through the night. He carried two bird cages, one containing a and the other an owl, all black, with a touch of white hair on his head. Perhaps it was in a strange place, and the owl had no idea how powerful it was in the woods, and a pair of eagle eyes fluttered up and down. (To be continued.) )