In the afternoon, the sun was warm and the breeze was blowing, and a flock of birds from nowhere flew by in flocks above an endless forest, chirping non-stop, as if they were talking to each other, as if celebrating the return of spring to the earth and the revival of all things.

A thatched house stands in the middle of the forest, surrounded by mountains and trees. In early spring, the weather is warmer, and the trees and meadows in the forest have long been green, and only the dead grass on the roof of the thatched hut is gray due to the perennial wind and sun.

From a distance, this thatched house looks like an off-white pearl inlaid in the boundless green, which is quite poetic.

"Woo... Hmm..."

At this moment, in the courtyard of the thatched house, an old man with white eyebrows and white hair and a coarse cloth robe crossed his hands in front of his chest, was lying on a shabby bamboo chair basking in the sun and sleeping sweetly. A child of five or six years old was half-kneeling on one side, tickling the old man's ear with a piece of dry grass, which caused the old man to wave his hand from time to time and speak indistinctly.

The child not only ignored the old man's muttering, but played more energetically, and shook the dead grass back and forth on the old man's face, with a wicked smile on his face. The old man involuntarily rolled over, turned his back to the child, and still muttered something that he didn't really understand.

"Woo......"

Suddenly, a black shadow sprang out from behind the child, and it was in front of the two of them in an instant. If you look closely, it is a black puppy, with a tiger head and a tiger brain, which is quite cute. The little one looked up at the young man, and saw that the young man was still playing with the dead grass without paying attention to him, so he stretched out his tongue and licked it at the old man's face.

"Hey ......"

Just when the tip of the puppy's tongue was about to lick the old man's wrinkled face, the old man suddenly shuddered, stood up, and in the blink of an eye he was already standing three meters away from the child and the puppy, staring at the lawless man and dog with a pair of cloudy eyes, his face was gloomy, and there was still a little sleepiness at all.

The old man glared angrily, but in the end he just looked at the puppy and scolded angrily: "You little brute, you are so daring!", but he ignored the child's play.

Seeing this, the little black dog was so frightened that he hid behind the child like another gust of wind, but the child seemed to be accustomed to it, and was not interested in the old man's sudden seizure, and the smile on his face was even greater.

"Hahaha......"

Sure enough, instead of fear, the child burst into laughter. He looked at the old man, slowly stood up, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Lian, what did you say when you fell asleep, don't go, don't go, and then fill it up." Isn't your flask here?, and what is the little lady?" said the child, pointing to the wine gourd hanging from the old man's body, with a puzzled expression.

When the old man heard this, his anger suddenly subsided, and his face turned red, but his fingers hanging in the air trembled, and he did not know how to answer.

"You boy!" said the old man, pointing to the child's nose, but he could not say a second word except these three words. I could only put my hands behind my back angrily, turned around and walked out of the small courtyard, looking at the back was quite embarrassed and fleeing.

"Hurry up and cook, I'll go get some meat, it's all greens, and the old man's face is green when he eats it!"

The old man had walked a long way, but only then did he float out a sentence that echoed in the courtyard.

The child looked down at the little black dog, smiled, and whispered, "Here we go again!" After saying that, he walked to the west-facing grass hut on the side, and the little black dog behind him shook his head, seemed to be speechless, and then jumped and followed the child.

The thatched hut on the east side and west is a bungalow, and the children start cooking when they come in. First he made a fire, then he stepped on a stool to scoop water out of the jar and put it into the pot, and finally sat down in front of the stove to add firewood, and then the little black dog jumped into the child's arms.

Look at this little child's familiar appearance, is he a cook?

"Xiao Hei, why do you say that Uncle Lian always talks about the little lady when he sleeps, and he still smirks? What is the little lady?" The child stared at the little black dog and asked suspiciously, it turned out that he really didn't know what the little lady in the old man's mouth was.

"Woo woo...... "Little Black arched his head in the child's arms, as if to say that it didn't know either.

"Haha, no matter, I guess Uncle Lian is dreaming. Xiao Hei, what do you say we will eat today, and what kind of game will Uncle Lian hunt and come back?" the child seemed to remember something happy and changed the subject.

Hearing this, the little black dog immediately straightened up, both furry ears pricked up, and even turned his head sideways to look out of the door. This little black dog who doesn't look amazing can not only understand human speech, but is also a complete foodie!

"Feng'er, see what I brought back today?" At this moment, the voice of the old man came from outside the door.

The child was about to speak, but saw that the little black dog had already run out like a gust of wind. The childlike wanted to laugh, scolded angrily, "It's not interesting!", and then added some firewood before standing up and walking out of the door slowly.

In the courtyard, the old man had regained his appearance as a fairy wind bone, holding two winged rabbits in his hands, and the little black dog jumped on the only stone table in the courtyard, staring at the prey in the old man's hand motionless.

"This is the Flying Rabbit, but it is a rare delicacy, use the method I taught you yesterday, so that the old man can see how much you have learned. Before the child could speak, the old man had already spoken to himself.

"Uncle Lian, what's the difference between this rabbit?" said the child, who walked over, staring at the flying rabbit in the old man's hand and asked curiously, without debunking the old man's wording.

"Canglan Flying Rabbit, is unique to this Canglan Mountain, every morning at dusk will form a team to go out to forage, to feed on new plants and trees, swallow morning dew, frost water for drinking, the meat is soft, no peculiar smell, it is really delicious in the world, can eat one is God's mercy, can eat two...."The old man stroked his long white beard, smiling, I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, it's the truth.

Seeing that the old man was about to go astray again without saying a few serious words, the child immediately snatched the flying rabbit from the old man's hand and began to peel and clean up the dirt in a corner of the yard. The little black dog turned over, ran over and squatted beside the child, and looked at it with relish, saliva was about to flow out.

Once again, the child was exposed, but the old man was not angry, and went straight to the stone bench by the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, quietly watching the child handle the corpse of the flying rabbit.

After peeling and cleaning, the boy soaked the flying rabbit in warm water, and took a bunch of bottles and cans, and kept sprinkling things into the water. It took about half an hour for the child to stop busy.

The old man saw that the child had packed up the Canglan Flying Rabbit he had brought back, and said with a smile: "Yes, you are already a beginner in the supreme Dafa of the world, Feng'er, I am very relieved!", there was a bit of self-satisfaction in his words.

Hearing this, the child did not appreciate it, but rolled his eyes, and finally held back what he wanted to say. He began to pinch another flying rabbit, but the second rabbit was just skinned, washed, and soaked in the previous warm water for a while, and then cut it into pieces with a knife, and for some reason the two same rabbits had to be treated in different ways.

The sun was in the west, the old man turned to face the sun, and the child came to sit on the stone bench beside the old man after finishing the work at hand, looking up at the sky, and both of them were silent.

Behind the two of them, the little black dog guarded the flying rabbit meat that the children had packed up, and was also silently drooling, but there was no other movement beyond that.

"Feng'er, I know what you're thinking. After a long time, the old man broke the silence, and his tone was heavy, not as cynical as before, as if he had changed in an instant.

The child turned his head, staring at the old man with a pair of big ignorant eyes, as if full of anticipation for the old man's next words, and as if to say Do you really know what I was thinking?

Looking at the child's eyes, the old man paused, as if he was a little hesitant, but finally sighed: "It's just that it's not too late!" There was a deep regret and deep helplessness in his voice.

"Oh!" the child replied weakly, like a deflated ball, and then stopped talking.

"I'll go out and surprise you in the evening!" the old man seemed to be unable to bear to see the child disappointed, and said something that was mindless. When the child looked up again, the old man was gone.

In the afternoon, the children, as usual, jumped up and down in the yard and had a great time. It's just that inadvertently, the child will always glance at the door, as if waiting for the old man to say that the surprise will come to the door.

Until the sun was about to set, the old man still did not return. The children brought out some firewood from the kitchen, set up a rack, and prepared the barbecue. The Flying Rabbit meat has been soaked in the special warm water, and if you don't grill it, you will miss the best time.

"This is a weeping poplar acre, suitable for the later stage of the fire, the fire is mild, the smoke is small, this is a hundred years of phoenix peach wood, suitable for the beginning of use, dispel peculiar smell, there is a peach fragrance into the taste...... "The child is meticulous, according to the old man taught the "supreme law in the world" began to concentrate on barbecue.

It turned out that the old man's proud method of the supreme law in the world was actually a method of teaching people to cook, starting from the method of disposing of the carcass of prey, and the selection of the types of firewood and the methods of cooking, steaming, roasting and frying of different prey, not to mention the types and quantities of spices.

This so-called supreme law in the world is also strange, maybe only in this strange thatched house, only in the eyes of this strange two people and a dog is taken for granted, but if a normal person in the outside world knows all this, I am afraid that he will laugh off his big teeth.

If ordinary people see everything that happened in the thatched hut today, they will only sneer at the supreme law in the world, and they will even accuse the old man of misleading people's children, saying that the child does not know how to make progress.

Looking at the fire in front of him, the child couldn't help but fall into his own world again. For as long as he can remember, it seems to be here, he has never been out of the house, there are only old men and little black dogs who can understand people but can't speak, and his world is only as big as a thatched house!

In addition to teaching himself to learn and understand all kinds of strange words and arithmetic, the old man has taught a method called the supreme law of the world in the past few years. I don't know if the practice is true, anyway, every time the old man eats with his mouth full of oil.

The child actually doesn't blame the old man at all, but has a sense of gratitude, because it is not difficult to see from the daily teaching that the other party cares about himself, just because the old man has a lot of helplessness like "it's not time yet", the child understands that there is a reason why he doesn't know all this, and it is definitely not the old man's intention.

On weekdays, in addition to learning to cook and be in a daze, the most children think about is "Who am I?", "Where am I?", "What is the world like?", and so on. The old man doesn't say it, and he never asks, at a young age, the degree of stubbornness can be seen.

The meat on the grill emitted a rich aroma, and it was about to be roasted, but the old man was still nowhere to be seen, and the child couldn't help but look in the direction of the door.

The little black dog sat quietly on the side, accompanied by the crackling sound of firewood, secretly swallowed his saliva, and also looked at the door, his eyes full of human anxiety.