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"Never touch that gun......"

Three long years have passed, and Liu Zixuan has finally come to this day by day, but one thing he still can't understand is his father's words before he died, the old hunter didn't explain anything before he died, but only said one sentence: Don't touch the gun, never touch it!

In a word, torturing Liu Zixuan for three whole years made him puzzled and made him unable to sleep and eat, just like the cause of his father's death, like two unbreakable knots, it seems that they will be permanently entangled in Liu Zixuan's heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After hesitating for a long time in a dilemma, Liu Zixuan finally hung the shotgun back on the wall. Unwillingly, he then picked up the portrait again, wiped it and wiped it, looked at it and looked at it, and couldn't help but feel sad, and the two lines of tears that couldn't stop rolling down again. The sudden death of his father three years ago, and three years later, his mother ran out of oil and dried up day by day, and all the disasters like the sky collapsed, which made the young Liu Zixuan unbearable, and a feeling of loneliness that he had never felt before quietly climbed into his heart in these days, and he felt more and more fear for the days to come. What could be more frightening than a hopeless future? After taking the portrait and looking at it for a long time, Liu Zixuan put the back of the photo frame facing outwards and placed it on the table against the north wall. Today, his father's three-year mourning period has been completed, Liu Zixuan is afraid that he will see things and think about people again in the future, he has long been unable to bear more suffering, but he is afraid that with the last straw, he can completely crush his already thin will.

Wiping away his tears, Liu Zixuan walked out of the east wing room with empty hands, closed the door, and heard the two magpies still crying tirelessly, the cries were more piercing than the other, and the sounds were more piercing than the other, as if they had some important news and were anxious to tell others, but they were suffering from not being understood by the other party, so they had to repeat it over and over again in their own language, conveying a tense signal like a great enemy. What made Liu Zixuan panic was the signal they wanted to convey, and they were afraid of these two birds with a little evil nature. Who can understand the minds of two birds? Looking up at the magpie, Liu Zixuan had an evil fire in his belly, but he didn't know it, and what made him even more distressed at the moment was how to get a pheasant.

Liu Zixuan didn't want the old man to wait for a minute or a second, but what other way could he catch a pheasant besides a shotgun?

By the way, isn't there a clamp yet? Suddenly thinking of the bird clip, a glimmer of light flashed in Liu Zixuan's eyes, but after the aura flashed on his face, he quickly returned to his previous lonely look. Although it is also an effective way to catch pheasants with bird clips, it is already sunset, and even if you immediately go to the field to bury the clips, no matter how lucky you are, you will not be able to harvest it until tomorrow afternoon...... The bamboo clips in the east wing have been idle in the corner for three years, and if they do not undergo some time-consuming and labor-intensive overall repair, I am afraid that they will be difficult to play their original functions......

Liu Zixuan, who looked haggard, stood in the middle of the courtyard, helpless and helpless, he couldn't help but feel depressed, as the son of a well-known hunter, now it has become a problem to catch a pheasant, it is really a big joke when you think about it. This made him feel confused for a while, and he couldn't think of a better way to achieve the old man's wishes, and a sudden frustration was like a unforgiving hooligan, brutally oppressing his innate little self-esteem.

Just when I didn't know what to do, there was a deep crowing of a pheasant in the corner of the western courtyard wall. Liu Zixuan turned his head, and at a glance saw the two hen pheasants hiding under the bean seedlings in the corner of his house, frightened by the call of the magpie and did not dare to move, they shrunk their heads and squatted in the corner, like two chicks that had just broken their shells. Isn't that a ready-made pheasant? It's really the road to the sky! Seeing them, Liu Zixuan's face finally flashed a trace of relief, but the rare expression of relief did not stay on his face for long, but was replaced by a more obvious loneliness.

In the small courtyard of the Liu family on the rabbit hill, there are two ready-made pheasants, the sick old lady wants to eat pheasants, Liu Zixuan only needs to slaughter one of them, and the reason why he did not think of them first is only because he has a concern in his heart, that is, among all hunters, there has always been a habit that this kind of pheasant must not be slaughtered, because they are bait chickens, the so-called bait chickens, is used as bait pheasants.

When the hunter goes out hunting, if he happens to find the pheasant nest, he will take the mountain eggs home, put them in the chicken nest, and use the domestic chicken to hatch, and when the baby pheasant grows up, he will choose one or two beautiful and loud female pheasants to be bait chickens, after a period of domestication, the hunter can take the bait chickens out to hunt before and after the rain in the next year. Bait chicken in the mountains and forests cries, will naturally attract estrus male pheasants to compete for courtship, at this time, hidden in the dark hunter as long as a gentle whistle, domesticated bait chicken will reflexively run to the hunter's side, and at this time, the hunter's bullet has already been on the chamber, this time, close to the male pheasant is easy to get.

With the help of bait chickens, hunters can easily catch many male pheasants in late spring and early summer, but no wild animal is stupid all the time. After repeating this many times, when the male pheasants in the mountains have seen through this trap, they will be wary of the rooster's cry and will not be easily fooled again, so the bait chicken will gradually lose its usefulness. At this time, the bait chickens have lost the ability to survive in the wild, and even if they can survive in the wild, their cries will only attract the suspicion of their peers, and most of them will not die well. With such consequences in mind, hunters will keep their mission-fulfilled bait chickens in captivity as they would an elderly hound dog, until they die of natural old age......

Looking at the two bait chickens left by his father, Liu Zixuan couldn't help but think: The seriously ill old lady has not eaten for three days, and now it is rare to want to eat something...... Thinking like this, the hesitant Liu Zixuan returned to the old man's bedside.

"Mother, the two bait chickens in the yard, I'll kill one and cook a bowl of soup for you, right? They're not very useful anymore. ”

On the hospital bed, the old man with his eyebrows tightly locked listened to his son's words, coughed a few times with difficulty, and his brows furrowed even tighter. Seeing the old man's pain, Liu Zixuan's heart was like a knife, but he didn't know what to do, so anxious that he knelt on his knees in front of the bed, grabbed the old man's hand and put it on his chest, hating to share the pain for her. The breath calmed down slightly, the old man shook his head, and said with difficulty: "Tomorrow, tomorrow you go to the town to buy one, although your father is gone, you can't break the rules, those two pheasants, you have to take care of ......"

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The twilight was low, the magpies on the black locust had stopped at some point, and in the grass around the rabbit hill, the insects that loved to bark could no longer hold back, and began to sing high and low again. Standing in his own yard, looking at the Niutoupo in the south, which had already been dyed with twilight, Liu Zixuan became more and more depressed. This woodland as far as the eye can can see, was a hunting paradise for his father, who had followed the old hunter countless times, and at that time his father had taught him how to hide himself, how to bait his prey, and how to live in every animal...... Looking back now, every scene from the past is still in front of me. However, just three years later, this rabbit hill is very different from before, since his father passed away, this small courtyard that was originally comfortable and leisurely, has now become a small island in the ocean, and every day spent in the misery is like a storm and ups and downs.

In the early years, the Rabbit Gang was far from what it is today, the former Bunny Gang was overgrown with weeds, and the nearby villagers often saw flocks of rabbits rolling on it, so they called this small plateau Rabbit Gang. Later, Liu Zixuan's father went hunting, fell in love with the terrain here, moved over with his family, dug a well by the stream in the southeast corner of Gangzi, and took care of a few acres of self-reserved land, carefully planted some dryland crops, and lived a stable life without worrying about food and clothing. For more than 20 years, Liu Zixuan has had an inseparable emotion for this land, but since the death of the old hunter, the situation is not the same, and you can see hares, hedgehogs, weasels and other beasts to this small plateau to find food, and even the timid pheasants who are rarely close to people will occasionally settle nearby...... In Liu Zixuan's view, the various behaviors of the animals have the potential to regain this territory.

Liu Zixuan stood in his own yard, feeling lonely in his heart, he didn't dare to imagine but had to think that if one day the old lady also let go, he would be left alone to face this forest, at that time, what else can he rely on in this cold world? Here and now, even he doesn't know how to face the unimaginable days ahead.

(To be continued)

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