Chapter 11 The Wish of the Harmony Family

I can pick the fruit I want, I can climb there where I want to go, and I can get everything I want with my own hands. But I couldn't give my grandfather what he wanted. If it is a wish, it is natural to promise that you can't do it, can't get it, can't give it, if such a wish can't be realized, why do I still need a fairy? -- and Shibi

This time I was greeted by a mountain forest, a forest hut surrounded by foliage, behind which there was a large yard with corn and what seemed to be sweet potatoes. At the end of the yard, there is a small earthen bag, the area around the small earthen bag is cleaned, and there is a slingshot in front of the earthen bag and a pattern made of small stones. In the hut, an old man looked at the backyard with a bright light in his eyes, and coughed twice with his hand over his mouth. On the tree in front of the house, a squirrel tilted its head curiously at the human's behavior. There was also a squirrel in the hollow of the tree looking at the squirrel who was tilting its head to observe humans, a blue flower in its hand behind its back, leaning out of its half-fat body and then shrinking back.

The gray-white pages of my living book are like dead leaves falling off from the book the day before yesterday, and on the gray-white pages are printed the six large characters "The Wish of the Harmony Family".

Well, He's Bi, it turned out to be such a name! I flew to the old man with a straight waist in the middle of the sun and said a loud hello to him. He didn't notice my presence in the slightest, and looked at his little yard as usual. Instead of attracting the old fellow's attention, my greeting frightened the squirrels in the trees into their holes.

I flew in front of the old man, and he couldn't see me at all!

"He's not He's a family." The dream behind me reminds me.

"And who is that?" I looked around, and he was the only one in this place.

"Whoa." She pointed with her chin at the squirrel that had half of its head retracted into the hollow of the tree, only to show its eyes to the squirrel on this side, and when she saw us looking at it, its whole head was retracted into the hole.

"A squirrel" I feel like someone was going to invite me to a dinner in the evening, and then gave me a pack of Weilong, and finally told me that this was tonight's dinner.

I flew to the hollow in the tree, and the two squirrels in it disappeared in a flash. "We're going to fulfill this little guy's wish?" I asked the dream.

Dream said, "Yes. ”

"But what can we do?" I look at me, I'm transparent and non-existent, the living book I have can only tell me a few pieces of nonsense, I can't change the slightest bit of the real world.

"Anything." She replied lightly, and took out her red living book, a white page was torn off by her, and a dazzling flame suddenly burst from the paper, and a large pile of colorful fruits suddenly appeared from the air, grapes, apples, sour plums, hazelnuts, and pine nuts, and the fruits that suddenly appeared fell from the big tree and formed a small hill on the ground under the big tree. Yes, her living books have the "method" and "ability" to solve everything.

The fat squirrel appeared at the top of the pair of "fruit mountains" at some point, and picked up a red fluttering fruit with great appreciation, gnawed off a large piece of it, and grabbed a few hazelnuts that had been shelled with the other hand, and stuffed them into his mouth without waiting for the one he had just swallowed. While muttering, "Immortal! Immortal! Get it on! See the gods! ”

The squirrel that had just shrunk its head into the hollow of the tree also poked its head out, pricked up its ears in alarm, sniffed at us, and then crawled out in its entirety, approaching us step by step, looking up at us, and then tilting its head. "You don't have wings, but you float in the air!"

"Are you the "Heshibi"? I asked it.

"He's Bi?" It tilted its head, "What's that?" Can I eat it? ”

"That's the name, or the code name." I didn't have much hope for a squirrel's IQ.

"I don't understand. It's the only one that can understand me before you show up," it gestured to the other squirrel, "Whoever speaks, we know they're talking to ourselves." As for the name, you can call me that if you like. ”

Well, it turns out that the code name Heshibi came so casually. If I had known what I was going to call it, I should have asked it in the first place, "Are you a dwarf winter melon?" "I'm sure a squirrel, with his IQ, doesn't know what a winter melon is, and maybe tilts his head and tells me, "You can call me that." ”

I thought that I could give it some strange name at first, but it kept its paws slowly reaching out to me, my body was not there, its claws touched nothing. Its eyes looked at me, and its head tilted again, "Are you really immortals?" ”

"Oh yes!" I thought about it for a while and decided to lie to it.

"Do you have any wishes? We are destined to meet, and as immortals, we can fulfill one of your wishes! "I remember that in Aladdin's magic lamp, the lamp god is such an opening line. The fat squirrel at the bottom looked at us and opened his mouth wide, then grabbed a handful of fruit on the ground and continued to stuff it into his mouth, "Hey, hey, hey", and then, picked up the largest fruit from the ground, and climbed up the tree, "Hey!" Do you have a share of me? I smirked, "No." ”

He Shibi in front of me also tilted his head. He seemed to think for a while, and straightened his crooked head, "I want to make Grandpa Hunter laugh." It turned its gaze to the old man in the wooden house, "I haven't seen his little grandson smile since he got lost in the woods." ”

I was stunned, a little speechless, not only for this squirrel's wish was not for myself, but also for how to make such an abstract wish come true.

I glanced at Yume, who shook his head slightly.

"Well," I thought to myself, "I want to be something, or a place I really want to go." For example, I want pine nuts that I can't eat in my lifetime, or I want to go to the ends of the earth and see something. Right? ”

The little man and Shibi tilted his head again, "Really?" Then he turned his gaze to the side, as if he had lost interest in us at the beginning: "I can pick the fruit I want, I can climb there where I want to go, and I can get everything I want with my own hands." But I couldn't give my grandfather what he wanted. If it is a wish, it is natural to promise that you can't do it, can't get it, can't give it, if such a wish can't be realized, why do I still need a fairy? ”

It makes a point! I was speechless! I floated stupidly in the air, grinning at the dreams that were also floating in the air. Dream has an expression of "you messed up yourself, you can do it yourself".

The chubby squirrel had been nibbling on the big fruit he had picked up, and when he heard us talk about "fruit" in conversation, he suddenly turned his head and had a happy expression on his face, "Fruit?!" ”。 The dream conjured up a large pile of fruit and buried it.

"But isn't that what the gods do?" I really hope that He Shibi can quickly change his wish to a pile of fruits, so that I can complete this uncoordinated task sooner.

"Isn't that fairy just like Landuo?"

"Landot?"

"The squirrel." He Shibi pointed to the squirrel buried in the "Fruit Mountain" by his dream.

A tail suddenly popped out of the "Fruit Mountain", and then a fat squirrel with fruit stuffed in its mouth "Hey! Hey" crawled out and beckoned to us, muttering "I want more!" ”。 The dream conjured up a large pile of fruit and buried it.

I looked at He Shibi with a puzzled expression, indicating that I didn't understand what he had just said.

"It will help me collect the fruit, lay out the tree holes, and help me and accompany me wherever I want to go." It will help me achieve what I want to do, which is what you call a "wish". ”

"Okay!" I have to admit that I'm speechless than a squirrel, "I admit, we're not immortals." At least I'm not. ”

As if he hadn't heard me, He Shibi looked at the old man in the room with a sad expression. "I see," it turned its gaze back to me again, "can you get the old man's grandson back?" ”

"How long has he been gone?"

"I don't know, probably before the last time I hibernated." It tilted its head and scratched its head.

"Then he must have left this world."

He Shibi tilted his head to look at me and blinked, "Then can you bring him back to life?" ”

"I can't." If I could resurrect someone, I would have brought myself back to life! I'm alive, what other broken book and broken mission can I complete to fulfill your wishes?

I've complained about this squirrel countless times in my heart.

He Shibi said "oh" and waved his hand at me, "Then you can go." ”

A small furry head poked out of the "fruit mountain" under the tree, and the contents of the mouth fell out half of it to look at He's Bi, and Dream conjured an apple bigger than it and smashed it back.

I complained about the squirrel again a million times, but finally opened my mouth to speak to it and said, "But I'm human, at least I was, maybe I can tell you some ways to make him happy." You know, people laugh when they're happy. ”

The furry head turned to me again, "Really? Once again, its gaze was full of brilliance.

"Really." After I said that, it changed to "immortals" to us again. ”

It hurried close to me, tilting its head back with a serious look. I enjoyed the thrill of being called a fairy and told it what I would do if it were me.

The setting sun gave a faint glow, and the old hunter coughed twice and lay back on his bed. He Shibi drooped his eyelids but insisted that I continue to tell it, and I looked at the dream while trying to think about what else to talk about to it.

Dream didn't care about me at all, she was sitting in front of a pile of fruit with a white paper talisman. A fluffy fat squirrel with a mouth full of pomace popped up from the top of the "Fruit Mountain" and stretched, "Hey! It's so cool! ”。 Then the dream conjured up a large pile of fruit and buried it

When I turned around again, He Shibi was already asleep, and Weng Dong's mouth was talking vaguely. I pulled out the gray-white page from the living book, and it showed no signs of burning.