He was panting for breath, the mountain road that had just rained was full of mud, the artemisia grass and shrubs around him were wet, and the curly edges of the leaves were filled with clear droplets, and his body slid over them to wet his clothes. Sweat, rain, and soaked clothes clinged to his body, wrapping the heat emitted by his body, layer after layer on the left, feeling like the dumplings of the Dragon Boat Festival, and it was a steaming meat dumpling just out of the pot. Can't wait to be placed on the marble table with cold side bones, belch! It's so cool!

Peeling off the layers of zongzi leaves, there will definitely be overflowing juice, just like a soup dumpling that has been bitten open, a glutinous rice ball with chopsticks, or a whole watermelon split with one palm, the melon pulp splashes a body of juice and flows, lie down and suck it hard, and make a sip! It's not just a sourness!

As soon as the soles of the feet touched the ground, it was like stepping on a steep slope full of lubricating oil, and it was like sliding uncontrollably. Follow the other foot will also slide, and then the whole body. I didn't know where to stop, so I finally stood still, but my feet were together, but in fact, I was still sliding down at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye. Taking another step forward and repeating the previous cycle, so that in the past, you can only go backwards, climb higher and closer to the bottom of the mountain, take a step forward, and want to stand on the top of the mountain and breathe a breath of fresh air from the top of the mountain.

He even wanted to lie on the ground like a dog, like an animal with sharp claws, anyway, with two empty hands, it was useless to sway from side to side, and it was better to become a clumsy hoof in such a mud.

What can you do to be an animal, there is no high IQ of various rules and regulations, the weak eat the strong, strong enough is the foundation of survival, no conspiracy, three from the four virtues, red fruit let reproduction control on the desire! Simple! Concise, concise! More crisply. It's simpler and clearer! Glance!

Looking up at the top of the mountain, the mist on the branches and leaves of the woods slowly rose, like the long hair of the upside-down man fluttering in the wind, like a group of walking dead standing still being drained of their souls by God. The fog that converged on the top of the mountain and the black clouds in mid-air merged, as if a huge hand of God was stretched out in mid-air, ruthlessly sucking away these filthy souls and taking them to Mount Olympus for purification.

The fog above was slowly rising, enveloping the entire mountain, nearby, far away, and all the mountains.

He was halfway up the mountain he was about to climb, and he didn't know how he had climbed here, or why he had climbed over it. It's just that in the back of his mind there is a special voice that keeps calling him.

He couldn't describe where the voice came from, or who called him, the old man, the child, the man, the woman. I couldn't see anyone's face, not even expressions, and there was no emotion in my voice, just like an irrelevant passer-by talking to himself.

Longing for the wind, but the wind is stingy, longing for water, the water droplets on those leaves, gently touching the hand and turning into mist and slowly rising.

There are a few tall canopies next to the pavilion, covering the position where Lin Yang is lying now. The common landscape trees in the city, with big leaves and thick trunks, are birch, plane trees, or oak trees, but as a native of the mountains, they can't name these southern trees. Countless pillars of light shot into the gaps in the leaves, stabbing Lin Yang like a sharp sword that prevented him from opening his eyes.

It took a lot of effort to open a slit, and then quickly closed it, repeated several times, and even moved the position of the head with difficulty, avoiding the direct sunlight before daring to slowly open the eyes.

At first, there was a dense yellow fog in front of me, and after blinking slowly a few times, I vaguely saw the trees, the pillars of light passing through the gaps in the leaves, and thought that there would be mountains, water, flowers and plants, aunts, stepping snow, and even Han Bing's face that was both indifferent and enthusiastic, cute and angry. Everything that had been before seemed to have turned into nothingness at that moment. He prefers to believe that he is mired in the mud of the mountains rather than struggling in this chaotic and bustling city.

But there were no mountains and people in front of him, and the wooden pavilion roof built together in vermilion was like a sharp axe, swinging in front of him, smashing the beautiful longings in his mind.

Suddenly sober, remembered everything that happened to him, had a splitting headache, and gently slapped his forehead with his hand, there seemed to be countless small insects in it that wanted to get out, dragging their long tails, crawling and crawling, and finally feathering into annoying flies, mung bean flies that love animal corpses the most. Thankfully, his skull was sturdy, and there were no gaps for them to go in and out.

Otherwise, it's hard to say that it's full of this kind of wriggling stuff now, and I dare guarantee that it won't be long before his skull will be eaten into a broken half of a scoop and a pile of white bones that his biological parents can't even recognize.

Where is this, barely tilting his head to the side of his shoulders, and glancing around in confusion as if he hadn't woken up. This is an octagonal pavilion, the most ordinary building in the park, you can see his shadow in any park, why build this shape, this structure, in addition to retro, I am not in the mood to study his history deeply, anyway, the Storm Pavilion will not appear here, whatever, maybe it is a wild pavilion for everyone's convenience.

Sublimating this kind of behavior from the sacred reproduction activity no longer requires more big data arguments, and it is even as simple, important, and indispensable as drinking water and eating.

He lay on the marble eaves on the side of the octagonal pavilion, leaning against the wooden handrail next to him, and the scarlet paint hid the acne of rust, and he really couldn't understand why he was so disguised. Wouldn't the metal handrails match the style of this pavilion?

The floor of the pavilion is paved with dark gray granite, covered with a thin layer of dust, imprinted with several incomplete footprints. Probably it was him and Hou San's. Eight large concrete pillars topped the glazed tile roof, the red paint sprayed on the pillars had faded, and the bottom part was the most obvious, corroded by circles of urine stains and hung with hoarfrost, and there was a damp patch of undried yellow liquid on the ground. There was a whiny of moisture from the tip of his nose, and he felt nauseous, as if he had just drunk urine. In a trance, there is still the smell of it between the lips and teeth.

Looking at the top, the wooden structure of the glazed tile roof is divided into two floors, with a dense small window in the middle. There was no glass, only the panes, through which the wind passed, occasionally drifting a few wisps of dust, as if someone was hiding somewhere lazily spitting smoke rings.

I have been lying on the marble for a long time, and it is very cold under my body, but my limbs are numb and I don't listen to him, and I can't change my position if I want to, so I can only lie straight like this.

Poof, poof, a pigeon came in through the pane between the two tops, and it was clear that it was his frequent nest. Probably the gap between the wooden structures on the top of the pavilion is its home!

The white dove had no variegated feathers, a bunch of small eyes like rubies, witfully turning, and the gray-black beak was pointy, and the depth of the color faded out, as if shining with silver light.

It stood on the edge of a square log, its two pink claws clutching the edges of the edges, its black nails firmly digging into the texture of the square wood, its round body swaying from side to side, and its head was uncoordinated and clever.

He seemed to be observing Lin Yang, and perhaps noticed that the situation here today was not the same as usual.

Lin Yang also stared at him quietly, he couldn't control the body that had just woken up, what else could he do but quietly look at the pigeon above his head!

The pigeon observed Lin Yang for a while in various graceful gestures, and from time to time it would make a purring whisper.

fluttering, it actually landed beside Lin Yang curiously, and when it fell, a piece of soft hair on its body fell, fluttering, and after it fell for a while, the feathers slowly fell on Lin Yang's body.

At first, he was vigilant and didn't dare to approach Lin Yang, as if an ignorant baby had seen something unknown, and turned its little head dexterously to observe him, silly and cute. After a long time, seeing that Lin Yang didn't move, he gradually became bolder.

flew down to Lin Yang's side, standing on Lin Yang's arm, on his body. Gollum! It's like a dog that sees a long-lost owner and is spoiled.

"You're a little bird, I'm right!" Lin Yang was talking to himself to the bird, and his self-talk could also be said to be talking to himself in his heart, because the voice was so small that he couldn't even hear it clearly.

"Maybe you're not a little bird, you're a big bird, no, a half-big bird."

"Maybe I should call you a middle bird, a middle bird, a bird that is not big or small."

"Gollum."

"What bird do you want me to call you? It can't be a stupid bird! ”

Lin Yang's heart was sour, he remembered Zhao Chuan's song "I Am a Little Bird", in fact, he had already remembered this song.

Sometimes I feel like I'm feeling

Like a little bird

I want to fly

But I can't fly high

Maybe one day I'll perch on a branch

But it became the target of hunters

I flew on the green genius to find out

I have been helpless ever since

……

"You're a bird, but I'm not a hunter! But you are my target. ”

Lin Yang coldly grabbed the defenseless pigeon in his hand, and the pigeon's reaction was not slow, but it was still a little slower than Lin Yang, flapping its wings and struggling, but it did not escape from Lin Yang's palm.

He struggled desperately, and his mouth gurgled rapidly. Lin Yang grabbed the root of his strong wings and held him high in front of him, his two little pink claws scratching in a panic, but he couldn't break free.

"Little dove, little dove of peace, messenger of peace, little bird, I want to eat you, because I am so hungry, you can let me continue to live."

"Gollum!"

It looked at Lin Yang with blinking eyes.

"What are you talking about? Do you think I'm a hunter? No! I'm not, I'm not a hunter, I'm not a hunter, I'm a little bird, but I'm going to eat your little bird, why? Quite simply, in order to survive! ”

Gollum!

Lin Yang grabbed the pigeon's head with his other hand, and the pigeon kept struggling.

Gollum!

"Do you think I'm a bad person? I don't know about this, I don't dare to say that I am a good person, sprinkling chili noodles on Aunt Hua's panties, making her walk badly for a few days, this is the worst thing I have ever done, in fact, it is not that bad. In the days when Aunt Hua couldn't walk well, there were more dogs in the village all of a sudden, especially at night, screaming and barking earth-shatteringly, as if they were planning a coup d'état. So not a single ear of wheat was lost in the yard that year. ”

Gollum!

"I'm thirsty and hungry, I think your blood can quench your thirst, as long as I hold your head and body and twist it gently, how much force can your neck withstand, 5 Ox? Or 10 Bull? I didn't want to do that, the kind of rough and savage person who doesn't care for small animals is not me, but I'm really going to die of thirst, I don't want to die yet, I still have a lot of things to figure out, I want to keep my body to find the answers one by one. ”