The little eagle limped to the stagnant water, put his mouth into the water, and drank with relish.

"Little eagle, we don't have anything to eat, so let's sleep like this after drinking the water." Come here, you're frozen. I'll hold you, and you'll be warmer. ”

The little eagle was obedient and limped back to the stone, snuggling up to the stone.

The sun was setting in the west, and there was no day in the cave. But the stone can see the little eaglet, and the little eagle can see the stone.

They depended on each other for their lives and slept all night in their arms.

The midday sun was strong, but it was just right for the bottom of the cave.

The stone was leisurely, thinking that he was lying on the bed at home, holding a large soft pillow in his arms.

"Hmm!" He moaned pleasantly, flipped lazily.

"Goo!" A voice immediately answered him, pulling him out of his dream.

Before he was fully conscious, he pondered the strange and familiar voice, and concluded that it did not come from the house.

When he opened his eyes and saw the dark walls, the bottom of the cave that made him desperate, and the damp and musty smell rushing into his nostrils, his wonderful and joyful mood was swept away.

The little eagle squirmed gently in his arms, staring at him with bright eyes, and his loneliness was instantly replaced by relief.

Although the pillow at home had brought comfort to his sleepless nights, he needed more than anything else at this time.

In this isolated cave, without any food, he is likely to starve to death in a few days, but with the company of the little eaglet, he is a little less panicked and a little more calm, whether he is dead or alive, he is safe and obedient to the will of God.

"Little Eaglet!" Stone called as he sat up and examined the young eagle's wounds, "Are your injuries healed?" You see you're in pretty good spirits, at least much better than me. ”

After a night's rest, the redness and swelling on the young eaglet's wound had completely disappeared, and many of the needle-sized wounds had grown a thin layer of scabs.

"Hehe, your poison is all gone. Remember, don't mess with those swarms until you grow armor! ”

The little eagle cooed, flapped its wings and flew up, hovering over the stone for a moment, and then heading straight to the top of the cave. He did not rush out of the cave and abandon the stone, but flew back within sight of the stone.

Stone lips are dry, limbs are weak, reluctance and gratitude are staggered, and dizziness is even greater. He supported the stone wall with his hand, and barely squeezed out a smile to the oncoming little eaglet: "Little eaglet, you fly out." Go find something to eat, go to your father and mother, live happily outside, don't wait here to die. ”

He panted and pressed his face against the stone wall, worried that the little eaglet would see the tears in his eyes, and that he would be even more reluctant to face the little eaglet. The young eagle flies to the head of the stone and gently strokes the hair of the stone with its pointed beak.

"I know you can't bear me, but you'll starve to death if you stay in this hole, get out! Come on! The stone buried its head in the crook of his arm.

The young eagle flew up and circled around the stone, the wind from its wings blowing in the stone's ears.

The stone endured the parting, and always buried his head, not daring to look at it again.

After circling for more than a dozen times, with a sharp chirp of "chirp", the little eagle rushed heroically into the air and flew out of the hole.

It wasn't until he couldn't hear any movement at all that the stone raised his head and looked at the faint light in the distance: "Little eaglet, you have to live well." He burst into tears and his voice was hoarse, "You have to live well, you have to live well......"

Losing the only support in his heart, it was like a corpse decaying, and the stone limb was weak, and he collapsed to the ground, once again scattering his soul.

The sweetest fruit in the world should be a combination of the richness of a banana, the elegance of a crisp pear, the precipitation of grapes and the sweetness of a peach. Fruity aromas waft through the air, juice soaks chapped lips, sweetness dances on the tongue. In the most touching dreams, the stone sucks, chews, and swallows one wonderful fruit after another.

"Goo-goo!" He heard the gentle call of the little eagle again, and he did not dare to open his eyes, for fear that he would lose even his dreams.

"Little Eaglet, you are so nice! You're here to stay with me in my dreams again! He licked his tongue, "Come and eat together, I promise you've never eaten such a delicious fruit!" ”

"Goo-goo-goo!" The little eaglet's voice grew louder and faster.

"Little eaglet, look at your excitement and scream so loudly. I'm glad you're back with me too. The stone took the young eagle into its arms, but the restless shaking of the young eagle brought the stone from the dream to reality.

The little eagle was right in front of the stone, staring at him affectionately.

"Little Eaglet! Am I not dreaming? The stone patted himself on the head.

"Goo-goo! Goo-goo! The little eagle stretched its wings and flapped merrily.

It's true! It's not a dream! The Eagle Picklings are back! Stone licked his lips and swallowed. He thought it was so sweet, like honey. Where does the honey come from?

The little eagle picked up a large yellow and black object and placed it in front of the stone, which was covered with dense hexagonal holes. The stone is all too familiar with it, it's a beehive!

"Little Eagle, you actually gave me the hive. With so much honey on this hive, it's no wonder I think my mouth is sweet, I thought it was a dream! ”

The honey that Stone had swallowed reached his stomach, and gastric juice began to secrete vigorously, and his appetite was like a raging tide. Before putting the hive to his lips, he didn't forget to hand it to the young eagle. The young eagle shook his head, indicating that he had eaten enough. The stone began to greedily suck the hive, not sparing a single corner, not missing a drop of honey.

The young eagle fluttered happily on the side, swaying its dexterous body, erecting its sharp claws, shaking its hook-like beak, and stretching its invincible wings.

After supplementing with unparalleled nutrients, the stone was refreshed, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, every cell, every pore was full of vitality, and he felt like a fairy and sang the nursery rhyme taught by his mother:

A plough ox and half a field are harvested by heaven, and famine is also based on heaven;

Coarse tea and light rice are full of three meals, sweet in the morning and sweet in the evening;

The cloth is warmer than silk, long and short;

There are a few thatched huts, and they are safe to go and stay safe;

After the rain, the sky is blue and the boat is driven, the fish is on one side, and the wine is on the other;

When I return to the children at night, there are words today, and there are words in the past;

I sleep alone on the three poles of the sun, who is a fairy, I am a fairy. ①

One hand grabbed Zhu Yuanzhang's neck.

"Let's go...... Open! I...... Kill you! Zhu Yuanzhang desperately protected his neck with one hand, and with the other hand, he broke the other party's fingers that strangled his neck.

The fingers were like steel claws, extremely long, hard and pointed. He had never felt so small, like an ant at the mercy of the other.

The other party lifted him up, he was almost out of breath, his feet kicked in the air, his body was so heavy that he was about to separate from his head, and in a moment of horror he felt the feelings of those officials and concubines who had hanged themselves before they died.

However, he was the emperor, and no one could kill him, but he allowed others to die.

"I've killed you! I've killed you! ”

"Hahaha!" The contemptuous laughter of the other party burrowed into his body like a poisonous snake. He was thrown to the ground with chains as thick as the mouth of a bowl. The other party kept laughing, dragging him into the darkness along with the creepy laughter.

"Don't want to take me away!" Zhu Yuanzhang sat up straight, cold sweat soaking through his clothes. In the darkness, the remnants of the nightmare still rage. He threw himself on the edge of the bed, reached out and grabbed the long sword hidden under the bed, and slashed it horizontally and vertically, like a madman playing with it.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Zhu Yuanzhang's pillow person, Concubine Shu, woke up from her sleep and panicked. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, and she could only hear a "whoosh" sound, and the bed shook violently as if it were jolting on the sea.

With a flick of her fingers, she understood what had happened, she flew up, covered the whole bed with the quilt in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand, clamped the quilt tightly with her legs, and pumped hard.

The sword was taken off, and Zhu Yuanzhang finally came to his senses. His mouth was parched, he was out of breath, and he looked at the master of the room, the darkness, with palpitations and trepidation.

He, the true dragon son of heaven carried by the heavens, cannot dominate all things after all.

He can't dominate nightmares. In order to get rid of the nightmares in his life, he would rather give up the sweet dreams. He asked more than a dozen imperial doctors in the Tai Hospital if they could not dream while sleeping. The imperial doctor's face was embarrassed, and Zhu Yuanzhang knew that there was no way to give an edict to his dreams and make them disappear forever.

He can't dominate memory either. There are many things that he tries to forget that always haunt him, turning into nightmares that torment him at night.

Memories and nightmares are twin brothers. They will never bow down to him, they will always go against him. And he could only watch them make a mess.

"Your Majesty, are you alright? The concubine went to take charge of the lamp. Concubine Shu's gentle voice like a drizzle failed to nourish Zhu Yuanzhang's heart, and the door of his tightly closed heart was still struggling in fear. Concubine Shu took the lamp, and ordered the palace maid to pour a bowl of sour jujube kernel water.

"Your Majesty, take a sip and rest assured." Concubine Shu spooned a spoonful, intimately put it to her lips and blew it first, and then sent it to Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth.

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth mumbly, he didn't know what he was drinking, and he couldn't taste it. In the light, he felt a glimmer of security. After drinking a few sips of sour jujube kernel water, Zhu Yuanzhang's pale face gradually returned to ruddy, and his blank eyes became bright.

Concubine Shu wiped his back and changed his clothes. He let out a long breath and drove out all the bad luck brought by the demons who didn't have long eyes.

Concubine Shu didn't speak again until Zhu Yuanzhang was willing to confide in her heart.

"I just had a nightmare."

"Your Majesty, the dream realm is reversed, the emperor doesn't have to worry too much." Concubine Shu showed an impeccable smile, if the emperor had a good dream, she would say that the dream was an omen.

Note: (1) Quote Zhang Yanghao's "Hillside Goat"