Ling Feng was wearing a shabby white robe, with a slight dew on his forehead, he still couldn't resist the pale and slashed face, his emaciated figure was like a gust of wind blowing down, and he walked into the uneven bamboo forest with the freshly cut branches on his back. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Listening to the woods with the singing of birds and flowers, the age collar that accompanied me from childhood to adulthood, wiped the sweat on my forehead with my sleeve, showed a pleased smile on the corner of my mouth, lifted the branches that had just been cut down behind my back with both hands, walked in the bamboo forest, and leisurely looked at everything around me.

Ling Feng looked up at the sky, it was so blue, giving people a feeling of being within reach, looking at the bamboo leaves of different heights in the bamboo forest, swaying and tilting, as if falling.

The breeze blows, the swaying of the bamboo leaves, it is a bit of a feeling to go down, look up at the blue sky, the dense bamboo leaves sometimes block the view, scattered but not lose the charm.

In the bamboo forest, the animals that occasionally passed by, sometimes looked at Ling Feng, sometimes swayed from side to side, sometimes stopped, looking for their own food, and treated Ling Feng, who was not far from him, as if it did not exist, which made Ling Feng look dumbfounded, after all, he had an empty figure, but he was pitiful and cared for.

Ling Feng came to a small stream, put aside the branches behind him, rolled up his sleeves with his hands, pulled up the stream to wash the sweat on his face, revealing a trace of hair on his forehead, and watched the fish in the stream jump happily on the surface of the lake from time to time, waving faint ripples, and lost his mind in a daze.

"Poof", a sound of water, pulled back Ling Feng, who was distracted and didn't know what he was thinking.

Ling Feng heard the sound, looked up at the place where the sound sounded, and looked up to find that in the middle of the stream, a group of fish jumping around, no longer knew what to do, some were in the middle of the stream, a fish with a white body, chasing the tail of another fish with a black body, chasing each other, spinning in place like a circular pattern, now in front of them.

Ling Feng wiped his eyes with his sleeve, as if he had seen something wrong, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that nothing had happened.

"Hey, maybe I'm too tired these days", Ling Feng looked up at the upright sunny sky, looked down at the rippling fish in the stream, shook his forehead, and said with a little sigh.

"Gollum, Gollum", Ling Feng drank a few sips of stream water, shook off the water stains on his hands, got up from the stream, picked up the branch that had just been placed next to the stream and put it behind his back, and when he took a few steps to leave, Yu Jiao held back the chaotic stones not far away.

"En", Ling Feng turned his head for a moment, walked to the stone not far away from him, squatted down, and found that there was a stem reddened, like human blood, revealing white leaves, and the core was red.

A smile leaked from the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, thinking that it was the first time he had seen such a flower, this bamboo forest he had never seen since he was a child, it was like mud and not stained, giving people a noble, elegant, solemn and comfortable, relaxed and happy feeling.

"If this flower can be given to Xiaoyu, I must be very happy, this is a rare flower, it is a rare thing here, even the most money cannot be seen", Ling Feng picked up the axe that was sitting behind his back, grabbed the handle of the axe with one hand, put the other hand on the top of the axe, and dug at the stone next to him, and said with a smile.

"Whew", Ling Feng gasped, with a slight stone cut on his hand, put the axe in his hand aside, raised his elbow with one hand to wipe the sweat on his face, held the flower in his hand with the other, raised it and put it above his forehead, and under the light of the light, it was as white and red as snow.

The smile on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth never stopped from the time he was digging, and after a while, the originally chaotic stone at the bottom of his head had turned into a silver-gray plane at this time, and he could stand a few people.

"Huh?" Ling Feng looked at it for a while, but he didn't find that he was ugly, and said in his heart: "I know that I can stay here at this time, after all, I still have something to do."

He looked at the flowers in his hand again, and said softly: "If you hold it in your hand and it will wither before you get home, then in this case, you haven't given it to the person you like, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Ling Feng said, put the flowers in his hand behind his back, walked to the side not far away, found a wrist-sized bamboo, cut it, made a five-inch long bamboo tube, looked at the bamboo tube in his hand, looked upside down, came to the stream, hollowed out the bamboo heart, filled it with stream water, and carefully put it into the bamboo tube.

"Not bad", tapped his forehead, thinking that the hard work was not in vain, if it was a little at the moment of digging, it would not be perfect to touch it, his slightly pale face, looking at the flowers in the bamboo tube in his hand, thought about it, rolled his eyes and said: "Since I have never seen such a beautiful flower, white and red, then white and red lotus."

"Hehe, you have to go back and sell the branches on your body quickly, and give them to the people you like, you have good luck today", Ling Feng looked up and said with a smile,

Turning around and walking towards the way home, the breeze blew the hair on his forehead, fluttering gently, thinking that today's branches could be sold for a good price, and he could give gifts to the people he liked, and his mood was very good, and his steps quickened.

After a while, on the top of the platform where Ling Feng dug up the white and red heart and turned into a silver-gray platform, a man wearing short clothes and sloppy trousers, full of gray hair, with a gray beard, touching the shabby gourd on his waist with one hand, and touching his beard with the other, the old man with a slightly thin body, his eyes seemed to have never woken up, but at this time, his eyes were thick and bright, like a ghost.

"Hey", the old man looked at the direction where Ling Feng disappeared, sighed, knowing that he was trying to find a way to stop it, but after all, he was still a step too late, I don't know how many years, I don't know how many years I have stayed, I finally found this place, but let an ordinary person not be able to use different boys to take the lead, it was really a mistake, the so-called praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, I thought I was the yellow finch, but I didn't expect to become a praying mantis.

"No, is that ordinary kid a genius? But I don't feel the energy fluctuation at all", the old man was on the stone platform, with one hand behind him, touching his beard with the other, stepping left and right and talking to himself, sometimes the atmosphere, sometimes hesitating, stopped in place for a moment, thought about it and said: "Yes, since this kid can get the white red lotus, then I will look for that kid and see what is magical." Well, I'd like to have a little drink now."

The old man thought for a while, a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, he sat cross-legged, holding the gourd on his waist in one hand, drinking it, touching his beard with the other, and his eyes didn't know what he was thinking.