Birds sometimes deviate from their migration routes due to harsh weather such as strong winds and appear in areas that would otherwise be impossible. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

These little travelers who arrive at unexpected locations are called "lost birds".

The gray curly-tailed head shook its head from the branches, the feathers of its neck rubbed gently, and its long, forked tail swayed in the air. The little guy has a spirit called the gray longan's sparrow, as a summer migratory bird, it should be enjoying the holiday in the warm southern part of the forest, but it appeared in the mountain forest of Changqi and was sprinkled with snow powder between the leaves.

Violent air currents swirl over this gloomy mountain forest, and as early as mid-September they suddenly appear with snowflakes, leaving many travelers passing through.

Gray Curly Tail carefully arranged his feathers with his small gray-black beak, and a few thin dark vines of the same color as the branches crept under his thin paws, silently tying knots around the tarsal part of Gray Curlytail.

Slowly tightened in the ribbon-like vine, tough and thorough, elegant and calm.

When Grey Capuch realizes that he has fallen into a trap, he spreads his wings and flapps his wings in a desperate attempt to escape.

The predator hiding in the branches, the butterfly pineapple, has firmly bound its prey to the branches.

A few thin dark vines, like blind snakes, snaked out from under the branches and cracks in the bark, heading towards the wailing gray curly tails.

It wants to tie this little creature of the sky tighter and tighter, let its feathers and flesh wither and rot in the dark, and nourish its climbing roots.

The light snow falling from Gray Capu-tail's body suddenly stopped.

In the place where the dark pineapple is entangled, a faint mark suddenly flashes, like lightning on a sunny day.

The unprovoked determination cuts the tough knots.

Grey Capuch broke free from the trap and leaped into the sky like an icebreaker.

The light snow, which had stopped for a moment, continued to fall...... In a room at the Snow Pavilion Hotel, a short old man standing in front of the window looking at the mountains and forests in the distance withdrew his gaze.

The old yellow eyes were heavy and cloudy, and their gaze drooped downward.

The wrinkled hand held the bamboo pipe tobacco pouch steadily, and knocked the smoke pot on the window lattice.

"The gray curly tails that set off in autumn were also left, and this year's mountain gods woke up exceptionally early and had a particularly bad temper."

A fierce wind from the mountains and forests poured into the room.

"It's understandable that the old man gets up harder."

The short old man inserted the tobacco pouch back into the large belt embroidered with the ancient swallow pattern at his waist, stretched his back, jumped forward lightly, and landed on his stomach.

"Who likes to get out of bed."

The wind slammed into the invisible barrier behind the old man, and the two windows creaked and moved on their own, pushing the wind outward.

Looking out through the gap between the two windows, on the path outside the gate of the Yukinatai Hotel, a well-mannered green-clothed girl introduced her while leading the two people with red hair and eyes towards the hotel.

Voices chatted about its past, but the old inn was silent under the mountains, the wind and the snow.

Déjà vu visitor.

It didn't speak.