The next day, he got up early in the morning, and went to the reeds early, and he had his own worries, he was afraid that the wounded waterfowl would not be able to find them again, because they had changed their habitat because of the trouble they had made yesterday. But what he feared happened, the waterfowl died, and the body was crawling with ants. Or he had already expected that for a person who was used to the wild and knew what the hunting trap was, he should have known that once he was caught in the trap, even if it ran away in the end, it would only be difficult to escape in the end.

But he still had fantasies, fantasizing that the ending would not be like that. For him, such life and death have long been commonplace for him, and he just doesn't want to shatter her yearning for beauty because of this water bird. How nice it would be if it was alive, how nice it would be if its partner was by its side.

He didn't want her to see such an end, so he went home, took a shovel from home, and found a place near the reeds, and buried it. He folded a reed with his hand, removed the tender part of the head, and then inserted the reed pole in the place where it was buried, and regarded it as a monument for it.

When he was done, he went back with his shovel. If he was still in school, he should have been studying in the classroom with other classmates, but now he was lying back in bed, and he didn't continue to sleep, just lying quietly, thinking about how to tell her then. Or maybe he already knew how to tell her, just to think about it a few more times, so that he could speak more naturally.

He hadn't done anything for a week, and had spent all his time trying to figure out how to tell her about the end of the waterfowl. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, it's just that now is not the time to be busy farming. Of course, not all, when he sleeps at night, he will also think of the scene when she changes clothes in the reeds, every time he thinks of her movements and her shy expression, his heart will pound and pound, and he feels like he has to jump out of his body, but he still thinks about it, how could he not want to, that is the most beautiful memory of his life.

In the blink of an eye, it was Sunday again, and for him, it was not a blink of an eye, it was a few spring and autumn. As usual, he came to the paddy field behind the house early, waiting for her to appear. Even though he knew it would be okay to be late, she wouldn't have passed the path so early, but he had been waiting there early, he was afraid of missing her. It seemed that if there was light outside in the early hours of the morning, he would have gone there and waited there in the early hours of the morning.

Suddenly, a short-haired woman walked in the distance, getting closer and closer to him, he didn't pay attention to it at first, but the direction of the woman's behavior made him have to pay attention. In his heart, this path, this place, belongs only to "her", especially at this point in time.

"Why, you didn't know me so soon?"

"You, you, cut your hair."

"Well, do you think it looks good?"

"Beautiful."

"Then you say, do I look better with long hair or short hair?"

"It's all good-looking, people are good-looking, and everything is good-looking."

"And what if I have to give you a result?"

"Because people are good-looking, they are good-looking anyway."

"I'm not poor with you, by the way, what about the mandarin ducks?"

"That's good!"

"What is called very good, you can tell me carefully."

"Its mate came back, and the day after you left, you brought back food for it, and we disturbed them that day, so we never saw that scene."

"And then?"

"Later, I also went, sometimes I brought some rice from home, and sprinkled it near it, and I didn't dare to sprinkle it too close, for fear of startling them. I also saw its partner peck the rice I had sprinkled with his mouth and put it next to him. At that time, I was almost moved to tears. ”

"They all say that bitter mandarin ducks, bitter mandarin ducks, they are not mandarin ducks, but why are they still so bitter."

"They are not bitter, they are mandarin ducks, although they are physically tortured, they are still spiritually inseparable, they are not mandarin ducks. Mandarin ducks should be like them, meet a person and die old, so why not spend a lifetime. ”

"Where did you learn this, but that sentence, meet someone and die old, what does it matter if you spend your whole life, it's pretty good. By the way, are they still there? I want to check it out. ”

"It's gone."

"And where did they go?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen them since Friday morning, I looked around and couldn't find them. But as far as I observed the other day, it's almost fine, and it should be home. The reason why I was in that place at the beginning was probably because the injury was relatively serious, and I couldn't walk for a while, so I kept recuperating there. ”

"It should be what you said."

"That's what I said."