The bamboo whistle sounded again, and this time, it became much smoother, as if admiring Ling'er's intelligence. So, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ling'er trembled and memorized the poem again.

"Out of its east gate, there are women like clouds, although they are like clouds, I think about it. Out of its power, there are women in full swing, although they are in full swing, I think about it. ”

After reading, she carefully observed the eyes that were half hidden by the darkness and only had two bright red pupils, and exhaled the breath that had been held in her throat for a long time little by little.

Her eyes also looked at her, and when her eyes met, Ling'er felt that the hairs on her back stood up, and her limbs were shaking unobediently. She suddenly regretted that she had finished the poem so quickly, and she thought, perhaps, that it was her funeral song, and that when it was finished, it would take her own life.

"Plop."

The wooden harrier's body shook slightly, and then something fell from the mouth of the box and smashed beside Ling'er.

Ling'er was so frightened by this cold sound that she screamed, and held her head in her hands to make a defensive posture. But after waiting for a long time, she found that she was not missing a piece of meat, so she lowered her arms and hooked her neck to look down.

"Apples?"

Her mouth opened in a circle when she saw the object that had landed at the bottom of the box, but before she could figure out why it had dropped an apple, four or five more apples fell one after another, smashing into the bottom of the box with a series of "plop" crunts.

"Why give me apples?" Ling'er raised her head and looked at the wooden eyes again, but it was not the wooden harrier that answered her, but a long and tactful "grunt" sound in her belly.

The sweet smell of apples aroused Ling'er's appetite, she hadn't eaten for a long time, and she was already hungry. But is that why it's throwing apples in? Ling'er couldn't think so much now, she decisively grabbed an apple, and sent it to her mouth without wiping it, and took a hard bite.

You can't be a starving ghost when you die, can you? Ling'er peeked at the wooden harrier a few times while nibbling on the apples, and it was still looking at her, watching her gobble down the dusty apples, and her yellow eyes seemed to be painted with a touch of tenderness.

Gentle?

Ling'er smiled self-deprecatingly in her heart, how could she think of this word? A wooden harrier, a wooden harrier made of bamboo and silk, a monster that sucks human flesh, how can it be implicated with gentleness?

So, after glancing at it again, Ling'er lowered her head and concentrated on the apples in front of her. She ate so fast that the juice spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped to the bottom of the box, sticky patches.

Finally, when she had eaten all the apples, she looked up and was about to throw the cores out, only to find that the figure that had been standing by the box and observing herself was gone. The Wood Harrier had now reached the door of the burial chamber, and the moonlight fell through its thin wings, casting strange patterns on the ground.

It stood there as if it had been washed by the moonlight for thousands of years.

Ling'er looked at its back, and for some reason, a wisp of loneliness suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart, and this strange and strong emotion quickly grabbed her heart, and her heart hurt a little, and it hurt so much.

"He told you to kill me, but you didn't, why?" She asked a sentence that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, and after asking, she felt ridiculous again. What can it answer? A few more bamboo whistles?

So, Ling'er said another sentence, "I can still memorize a few poems, do you want to listen to them?" ”

This sentence worked, and the wooden harrier turned to the side slightly, and his yellow eyes glanced at Ling'er.

Ling'er cleared her throat, racked her brains to search her intestines and scrape her stomach, and recited a few more poems about Chen Yong and Yuan Wei's love:

"A foot of crimson is better than qu dust, and the old is not as good as the new. Hehuan peach pit is hateful in the end, and there is no one else in Xu Yuanlai. The bottom of the well is lit with deep candles, and the Gonglang is a long line of Mo Go. Exquisite dice An red beans, into the bone lovesickness does not know. ”

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night. The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. ”

Carrying it on her back, sleepiness struck, Ling'er's eyelids lifted a few times, and finally she didn't hold on, leaned on the wall of the box, and fell into a deep sleep. In the haze, she seemed to see the Wood Harrier come to the chest again, its gaze falling down on herself.

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It is rumored that because he missed his pregnant wife, Yun, he often took the wooden harrier he made home to visit. Over time, the Yun family became interested in this wooden harrier and wanted to go to the sky like a public loser. So one day, she secretly flew into the sky on a wooden harrier.

It was very windy that day, and the layers of clouds were blown up by the wind, like large clumps of white cotton. But the wooden harrier is not afraid of the wind and flies steadily in the air. Yun was so happy that she spread her arms on the wooden harrier like a child, and she felt that she had also turned into a bird, a bird that could fly over mountains and seas, fearless of strong winds and torrential rains.

However, there were unforeseen circumstances, and just when the wooden harrier was flying higher and higher with the Yun clan, there was a heart-rending pain in her stomach, and she was about to give birth.

Frightened, Yun fell from the wooden harrier and fell to the ground to his death.

***

The moon was obscured by the influx of black clouds, revealing only a faint halo of darkness from behind the thick clouds. The wind swayed high above the treetops, making a slow rustling sound that set off the silence of the night.

Mu Xiaowu had been squatting in a piece of artemisia grass for almost half an hour, and her legs and feet were numb, so she simply sat down on the ground, massaged her ankles and calves a few times, and said to Zhao Zimai, who was squatting on the side, "Zhao Gongzi, how did you determine that the old nest of the wood harrier is near here?" ”

Zhao Zimai was still staring at the black forest in front of him, and replied without looking back, "I'm not sure, I just speculated that the wood harrier's nest should not be far from the orchard, so I sent people in all directions of the orchard to see which team could squat to it first." ”

Mu Xiaowu spit out the grass path in his mouth "poof", "What do you mean by daring to love the son, are we waiting for the rabbit to come?" ”

Zhao Zimai shrugged his shoulders, "I've tried all the methods that should be tried, and only this stupidest method is left." ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at the rosary wrapped around Mu Xiaowu's wrist a few times, his face showed curiosity, and he asked with interest, "Is this the string of beads found in the valley of Zhaitang Village?" Miss Mu wears it all the time? ”

Mu Xiaowu's hands and feet were long, and his bones were slender, so Zhao Zimai felt that those beads were a little fuller than the last time he saw them, and each one seemed to be pregnant with a thriving force.