There is a yellow bird on a towering cypress tree next to it, which is also "chirping" and singing to make dry sounds. The voice is mellow and loud, low and high, full of rhythm, like a sheng reed, crisp as a loom, much more pleasant and beautiful than what I sing.

Still, I was distraught by its "chirp".

Finally annoyed.

Stopped whistling. Pedaling under the big cypress tree, he raised his head high, stretched his neck desperately, searched for most of the day, and finally found the place where the yellow bird was.

I picked up a few small rocks from the ground, took aim, and threw them at it.

The oriole is small and tall, and I didn't hit a few stones. The yellow bird was unconscious, and still sang happily in the spring breeze.

I picked up a few more pebbles and threw them again.

The stone didn't hit the oriole, but it disturbed it.

The sound stopped abruptly, and it flapped its wings and flew away in a panic.

I clapped my hands and scolded: "Stinky yellow oriole, don't shout at me because you sing beautifully." "It's not that I don't feel bored, what to call with a oriole.

Go back to the pavilion and sit down.

Cocking Erlang's legs, he wanted to sit or not, and his whole body lazily leaned on the back of the stone bench, and continued to hang his son, playing tunes full of ruffianism.

Suddenly, I heard someone sneer: "I really don't understand, how can the third senior brother like you, an uneducated stinky girl!" ”

When I looked at it, it turned out to be a lone fox.

She stood not far away with a glass of wine in her hand, presumably watching me for most of the day.

Then he came and stood in front of me. Squinting his eyes, he changed his low eyebrows and pleasing eyes in the main hall just now, and his demure and dignified and gentle appearance was moving, and he swept me from top to bottom with a flamboyant and disdainful look.

Whispered and asked, "Stinky girl, who are you?" What is the relationship between following the trend and sinking fish? ”

I don't have a good impression of her. Facing her, I always felt that the hundreds of millions of pores on my body immediately emanated a thin layer of disgust.

Ignore her for the moment and continue to whistle.

My ignorance made Duhu Mo angry.

"Stinky girl—" She took another step closer, glaring at me, hateful, gritting her teeth, as if she had a deep hatred of blood, "Where do I ask you, deaf?" Or is it dumb? ”

I think this person is really unreasonable.

I didn't mess with her, but she didn't mess with her, even if she was full of food and nothing to support, she didn't bring this, could it be that I looked like her teacher and sister It was my fault?

I'm still whistling with a riffraff.

The more you blow, the happier you get.

Duhu Mo did not give up, and approached me step by step. Then he whispered and asked, "Tell me, who are you?" What is the relationship between following the trend and sinking fish? ”

I was about to roll her eyes.

Suddenly I remembered the words I overheard from Ao Xuanting in the main hall: "...... However, there are no absolutes. Perhaps, when Shi Niang's soul disperses with the wind, there will be an adventure, and maybe, Shi Niang will be able to reincarnate for a living...... ：

A flash of inspiration crossed my mind.

His eyes rolled around, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a sly smile. Immediately stopped whistling, and stared at Duhu Mo with a strange and deep gaze.

Keep an eye on it. Keep an eye on it.

Suddenly, hatefully, hatefully, staring at her tightly.

As if she wanted to turn her gaze into a nail, she pierced it all the time, pierced it all the time, pierced it all the time, pierced it deep into her body, and made her feel painful.

Duhu Mo was stared at by me, and there was a creepy taste in his eyes.