"Husk, husk?" the birds chirped, staring at the busy Fan Xi'er, and at the small fruit that was about to bear fruit on the small tree.

It spreads its wings and circles around the small tree, and it feels like returning to its own warm home.

Ever since it had humanoid intelligence, it had recalled many things from its childhood.

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It was taken away from its own parents, and at the same time it was decorated with dots of color on its ass by a large, unscrupulous hand holding a paintbrush.

Tsk, tsk, every time the big hand approached, it spread its immature wings, and its barely bright eyes thought that its parents had come back to give it a little bug to eat.

It opened its mouth wide, but it got nothing. After doing this many times, it knew that its parents might no longer be there, and that thick palm could never be its own parents.

But the young man didn't know what it meant, only that he knew that he had passed through one pair of big hands after another, and stayed in one birdcage after another. Finally, it turned to the last rough palm, and the owner of the palm seemed to be cursing something, making it feel uneasy before it could open its eyes.

"Three-tailed bird?" Although it was still invisible, it had heard this phrase countless times from different palm owners.

"Twitter, twitter. It shook the feathers on its buttocks, trying to make the few feathers on its body bright, a method taught to it by its first owner.

"You're not. ”

Under the heavy shadow cover, it is to be put to death.

"Tsk!" it cried out in terror, struggling to move away from the shadows.

Even if it doesn't have feathers and doesn't open its eyes, it still doesn't want to die here, there must be something beautiful for it to discover.

The right to live is ruthlessly denied to let it know what the world of the jungle is, no, in fact it has always known.

As an ignorant bird that has been living in a world full of war and magic, its limited intelligence is still very important for it that has no ability.

It knew that it would never see its parents again, and that it was treated like a commodity, that if it wanted to survive here, it would have to disguise itself, so it wagged its tail and tried its best to imitate what the group called the three-tailed birds, and it knew that its life was no longer its own, but it still wanted to live as best it could.

The shadow heard its cry and stayed in mid-air, not falling.

Then there was a long sigh, which marked it, held it in the palm of his hand, and put it in the chirping birdcage.

The birdcage is filled with all kinds of birds, all of which have anklets on their feet, as if to prove their noble status.

All kinds of brightly colored birds turned their heads to stare into its eyes, and their eyes were tender, as if they were poor children.

It was uncomfortable to stare wide-eyed at the eyes that had not grown feathers, or even opened them completely. But it knew it was out of danger.

In the face of this name, which has no capital to compete with them for the right to choose the nobles, they have only endless sympathy for it.

Its body is washed in a pitcher, sprinkled with feathers, and refreshed by the washing of water.

Through the outside of the cage, it saw the mountains and peaks, the black mist, and the footsteps of the soldiers rising from the smoke of gunpowder.

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As time passed, it opened its eyes, and the colorful world allowed it to absorb more information.

"We've received reports from others that you are selling counterfeit pets to nobles. Let's be honest and let us be checked!" a group of guards blocked the owner of the small cart in the city and lifted the cover on it.

The suppression among his peers made him unable to raise his head.

The cage was knocked over, and quite a few birds were grabbed by the guards' big hands. Under the action of examining without mercy, the wings were broken.

Frightened cries rang out one after another, it was caught in its hands, and its merciless fingers were about to crush its internal organs.

"It's a fake! use it as evidence!" the voices of two men came out, sending the owner to a steel building, and it was also locked in a cage.

I don't know how many days passed, but it was kept in an iron cage, and only when it was about to starve to death, was it fed. It is only when it feeds that it is able to see the sunlight outside the house.

The owner was finally released, his cart was empty, and the rare birds had been snatched up by those who had a heart, and there was nothing left.

The owner put the birdcage containing it at his feet and drank sullen wine in his dilapidated hut.

The nearly 100 caged birds in the hut had eaten up all the food in the cages, and most of them had starved to death.

It had its head bowed and had no words......

Eventually, the owner made a decision, and he left the city and followed the refugees along the way, looking for wealthy families in a nearby town.

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"Under the care of the remaining birds, they are trying to thrive.

Finally the cart stopped in a quiet town, and the birds in the cages were boiling, and they all vied to show off their bright feathers, hoping to find a good owner for themselves.

No companions noticed its presence, and he curled up and wandered under the cage, burrowing out a small head to observe his surroundings.

The chirping of an unknown bird came from the eaves, and the sound made it feel familiar.

I yearn for such a blue sky, it has never tried to fly, but now its wings have not hardened, I'm afraid it can't fly even if it wants to.

"Welcome, what kind of pet do you want?" the owner who brought it to the town was warmly welcoming a young man who had opened the curtain.

Seeing the young man come to the hut, all the birds in the hut were boiling, all sorts of wonderful singing voices, beautiful feathers, unfolding, hoping to attract his attention.

Their instincts tell each other that the young man is definitely a good host. Accustomed to seeing big cities, they don't think there's any benefit there.

The friendly aura and the smell of blood emanating from their bodies made them love and fear, but this young man would definitely cherish his pet, because from his gentle eyes, there was no aristocratic temperament at all.

It had never seen the collective cheers of its peers, and it couldn't help but burrow out a small head as usual and look at the youth in front of him.

It feels so kind, as if I was adopted by him...... As soon as the thought came to it, it shook its head violently, knowing that it would never have such a day.

The young man looked around, and among the dozens of bird cages, he found such a particularly inconspicuous spot.

The little dot is shaking her head, and she looks particularly cute in the feathers that are squeezed into a nest of porridge.

What kind of bird is this? He held out a finger and pointed at the gray one, which had not yet grown its feathers and looked very similar to most of the young birds.

It turned its head and saw its master's throat twist in a circle, as if it had made a difficult decision.

"It's the cub of the three-tailed bird, but it's a plaything that all nobles can't put down!" said this sentence, and the tangled look on the master's face vanished.

"I feel like it likes me. Rough fingers tapped at its forehead, and a scrub-like sensation came out.

Three-tailed bird...... Hearing the word, it quickly retracted its head, away from the contact of its fingers.

It hid in a corner of its cage in terror, covered by other brightly colored birds.

Every time it hears the word, it knows that another nightmare will happen. Every time, why is it happening?

It curled into a ball, shivering at the edge of the cage.

Don't pick me! Don't pick me! It shuddered in the corner of the cage, but still found the owner of the finger, his gaze locked on it through the colorful birds.

The man seemed to be clumsy, and the most famous symbol of the three-tailed bird on his tail had been washed away. It seems that he was on a whim and did not know much about the three-tailed bird.

"Yes, yes, yes, any bird, if you like it, it's a good bird!" said the master, flattering happily, and the moral condemnation of his heart was temporarily suppressed.

"Then I'll want it!" the finger picked at its body, but like a ray of death, it was sentenced to death.

Immediately after that, it was grabbed by the owner's big hand and placed in a small birdcage.

Even if it is a kind host, after a while, he will definitely abandon me. Dejected, it followed the youth back to an old building.

Seeing him communicate with another woman at the door, it showed a look of remorse, and it knew that it was about to be abandoned again.

"Tsk. It closed its eyes, let the cage be fruited by another slender bare hand, and carried it to the backyard.

Feeling its body placed on a branch, it opened its eyes and found that there was no cage around it, and it seemed to be able to touch the sky with its wings.

It immediately nervously wanted to fly away, but it was reluctant to leave because of the feeling of being comfortable under its feet as soon as it opened its immature wings.

This branch is like a warm white jade, which makes it feel very reassured. It looked up at the leaves flying in the air, each of which depicted the world it longed for.

It doesn't know what the world is like, but it knows what kind of world it likes.

"Brother Luo Xue's gift to me, I will take good care of it......" The girl's beautiful voice made it re-examine her appearance,

Such a face must be unique among human beings...... It looked at the girl's white and flawless cheeks and a smoky eyebrow, and the beautiful dress, and even it was stupid.

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"Husk, Husk?" recalling his past, Husk's voice rang out, and it opened its mouth, barely able to speak.

It flew around happily, talking to its two masters in human language, and although it didn't know what it meant, it believed that if it grew up, it would be able to understand!

Finally another happy day.

If only it had been like this...... The husk fell asleep peacefully in the small tree, and these days were its happiest times.