I don't know how long it was soaked in the lake, but it was fished up by a man. The man's hands were rough, calloused and a little prickly.

However, these hands are highly skilled, and they have already reached the point of reaching the pinnacle.

He found a few bamboos, split them, smoothed the surface, applied them with dye, and bent them with fire, replacing them with soaking wood skeletons and feathers. Then, he spread the hand-woven black silk on the bamboo frame and carefully flattened and glued it. Finally, he also attached a bamboo whistle to its back, allowing it to chirp like a normal harrier.

"The eyes are very expressive, but there is still something missing."

Eventually, the man punctured his index finger and dripped two drops of his own blood onto its pupils.

He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, but he was shocked by what he said, "I want him to see how many days the wooden harrier made by my male class can fly in the sky." ”

It can fly in the sky for a long, long time, even if it shuttles through the flames of war in the sky, it will not fall. So later, it became a tool of war.

It didn't like it, but fortunately, it didn't last long, because the public loser class also quickly got tired of the war and tired of the competition with Mozi. So he often drove it home secretly, and later, he simply kept it at home and didn't take it back to the barracks.

It is very happy, as long as there is someone to accompany it, it is very happy, although this person is no longer him in black straw shoes.

But this life came to an abrupt end one day.

Yun's beloved wife fell from its back, killing two people. It was a blood debt and became an unscrupulous sinner.

It remembered that in front of the Yun family's spiritual seat, the public loss team drew two "longevity" characters on its wings, and then, he held the coffin and cried bitterly, and it did not stop for a long time, and everyone else wept.

But just when the people were about to bury it in the tomb with the coffin, the public lost class stopped them. He walked up to it, stretched out his hand and touched its wings, and said, "You are not wrong, it is my fault, if I had not insisted on competing with him that day, I would not have recreated you, and there would have been no future." Let's go, fly as far as possible, this world is not the place you should be. ”

It flew away, in his remorseful gaze. However, it didn't understand the meaning of his words, it just felt very lonely, lonely to the bone.

Since then, it has wandered in the world, wading through the years, sharpening time, and many, many years have passed.

It has helped many people and done many things that I don't know if they are good or bad, if not for anything else, but because it misses the feeling of being attached too much. But every time, when the work is done, it is forgotten and abandoned.

It doesn't understand why tragedy always repeats itself, but later, it always remembers the last sentence of the public loss class: This world is not where you should be.

Shouldn't it come? Maybe yes, but why crave that little bit of ethereal warmth?

The last time, it saved the prince who was trapped in the city, and it remembered his complicated eyes: he was obviously afraid, because the dark sky above his head was full of too many uncertain dangers, but he had to try, and his father no longer trusted anyone but his own prince.

It's okay, I'll help you.

It tried to soothe him with its eyes, but he believed, and when he lay on its back, he said, "You are a mascot from heaven, and when this is over, you can stay." ”

It felt like it had waited many years for this sentence.

So, with all its might, it flew towards the dark night sky without a single starlight, its wings flapping vigorously against the cold and wet air. There seemed to be something surging in the chest, not blood, but a stream of heat warmer than blood.

The rebel camp below grew smaller, the size of a palm, and it knew they were about to succeed.

The man on his back obviously felt the same way, he pointed ahead, "Look, cross that river again, and you will reach the territory of the reinforcements......

But his voice stopped abruptly, and his back was light, and his body slid down against its tail, and it could feel his fingers open and close, as if trying to grasp it, but it was unsuccessful. He slid down, like the Yun Clan, even though it turned around and tried desperately to chase it, it still didn't catch up.

He landed in a piece of rubble, and his body was smashed, like a tattered doll.

It saw that he had a long arrow stuck in his chest, and the feathers of the arrow had long been stained black and red with blood.

It landed beside him, wings folded, gaze frozen on his shattered body, like a real harrier.

The soldiers gathered around it came up one after another to test it, some poked its tail with spears, some aimed their bows and arrows at its head, and a few of the brave ones even walked up to it and stabbed the torches in their hands at it.

The warm current in my body was getting hotter and hotter, and I finally couldn't help it, and it was about to burst. It felt its head move, and then, as if two tears erupted from its pupils, it rushed towards the nearest soldier and pressed it against his head.

It heard the screams around it, hysterical and heartbroken, but it didn't stop, the sound seemed to soothe it, soothe its non-existent heart.

And so, it turned its head again, and burned more people with a gaze that had been suppressed for thousands of years, whose flesh nourished it, and it was excited, excited, and greedily sucked on one person after another who had deprived it of hope.

It was not until the surrounding area fell completely silent that it suddenly woke up, and it saw that the ground was covered with patches of human skin, almost transparent, thinner than its silk body. They shook in the cold wind, like dead leaves.

Many years later, when it was inadvertently rescued by the last owner from the wooden box in which it had been suppressed, it understood what it was like to be so excited that it was close to madness.

He said, "Do you know why you make so much money doing my job? Because this thing in my hand can make people happy, can make people forget all the unsatisfactory for a while, in this world, it is really not easy to be happy. ”

"Perhaps, this world is not where you should be."

For some reason, hearing him say this, it once again remembered the last sentence of the public loser class.

***

"Apples are sweet." Ling'er swallowed the apple and turned her head to look at its eyes, which were glowing with the light of the Milky Way, and those eyes outlined by the pen seemed to be alive, flashing with a light that she could not see.

"What are you thinking?" She threw the apple core into the lake in front of her and asked the wooden harrier.