After a few times, I also broke off the idea of using a rabbit gun to bombard these neem starlings, after all, only these three uncles in my family have rabbit guns, but I can't get them, I'm really angry.

So, I had no choice but to move my little red lacquered bench and look diagonally at the neem tree, and see that the black charcoal-like neem starlings were so happy that they squeezed out the and could no longer soar on my head.

The neem tree grew tall and straight, and its bark was very tight, without too obvious cracks, which was completely different from the pimple poplars, crooked-necked elms, or jujube trees with large scars.

Although the neem tree does not bear fruit that no one can eat, I have always loved these neem trees, and in fact, I have always been fascinated by the small lilac flowers that bloom from the neem tree, and the mesmerizing fragrance that these flowers emit.

Often when I sit in the shade of the trees in the yard and watch the wasps of various colors and butterflies of various shapes flying from outside the yard, one by one lightly shuttling between the neem trees, I know that the neem flowers have bloomed, and the infatuated fragrance has begun to waft in the yard again.

Anyway, I don't have anything to do every day, after eating, my parents have already gone to work in the field, I just sit alone, sitting in the yard, sometimes staring at the lush canopy on the top of the neem tree, sometimes followed by a slender gadfly-like bee keeps twisting its head and chasing it, I don't know what this bee does in front of this neem flower, doesn't it have to lie down to the water's edge in a daze?

Sometimes when I was looking into my mind, I would see one or two fat bees flying in from outside, flying around me carelessly with their furry bodies, circling around me a few times, and then flying gently up to the neem flowers, and I knew that this fat and hairy fellow had come to collect honey. But I really don't know if such a tiny neem flower has pollen or nectar for them to pick.

That day, I was sitting under the neem tree, watching the slender water bees, flying into the middle of the neem flowers, and I felt that I was looking at it, and under the canopy of the neem flowers, there was a faint figure that seemed to have disappeared among the dense leaves.

I blinked violently, how could it be, people can't fly. Although I am young, I also know that it is impossible for a person to fly without wings.

But I thought about it again, and when I saw a figure flickering, why was it gone, so I quickly stretched out my hand, rubbed my eyes, and looked at it carefully. But the branches and leaves in the canopy didn't even move, let alone someone got in.

Am I hallucinating, I looked left and right, and the things in my yard, the well, and the holly tree at the door, and the crooked-necked jujube tree with several big scars outside the door, were all fine and unmoving.

I want to laugh at myself, and I can see someone drilling into the top of a tree out of thin air, I can really imagine it. Laughing at myself like this, I felt that my neck was a little sore, so I reached back and rubbed my neck, but I caught something.

The thing was thin and round, a little cool and silky, and soft. I didn't care, anyway, I grabbed it in my hand, so I took it to see what it was, and it fell into my neck.

In fact, at this time, I felt a little like dozing off, and my eyelids were heavy, so I just closed my eyes and began to snor. However, before I could bring the thing in my neck to look at it, I felt that it had moved in my hand.

My mind buzzed instantly, as if something had pierced me, and I involuntarily jumped up from the small bench, but I was still clutching the thing tightly in my hand.

I came to my senses completely, and when I looked down, my grasshopper master, I was holding a long worm as thick as a finger covered in green in my hand, and when the worm saw that I was looking at it, it tilted its head and opened its triangular mouth suddenly......

I don't know where the strength came from, so I stretched out my other hand, grabbed the seven inches of the green worm, and threw it forward, pulling it back from the triangular mouth that was rushing towards me. Seeing that the long green worm turned its head with extreme agility and wanted to bite me, I may have been so frightened that I suddenly went insane, and even raised my hand and tore the long worm off the trunk of the neem tree, and slammed it to the ground with lightning speed.

As a result, I heard a pop, and the long worm was like a stuffy nest on the ground, and it was thrown into a little hysterical, and its body was like a spring, and it quickly rolled into a ball, and the open triangular mouth was closed.

And I hid five or six paces away from the bench after one of the spirits had jumped off the bench, and my head was stretched out to look at the worm that had fallen from the tree, and slowly the worm began to roll and entangle, as if I had been wounded by a fall, for I saw that the worm's triangular mouth was red as if there were threads coming out.

At this time, I was extremely awake, and I would never doze off again, I stood in the sun, looked at the long worm, and after a while, it rolled into a green lump of flesh, and the triangular head of the worm stretched out from the middle of the lump, but on the green lump of flesh, blood slowly oozed out.

I always thought that this long worm had always been unyielding and extremely resistant to beating, but today, I witnessed this long green worm being thrown by me, and it shrank into a ball in such a vulnerable way, and it was about to fall.

But I didn't dare to go there, so I watched it from a distance, and it slowly tightened until a large black blood dripped from my mouth.

It wasn't until the green lump had turned black and red that I realized that the worm was dead, because I couldn't see it moving anymore when I poked it with my stick.

My highly tense heart relaxed a little at this time. I don't know, the yard of my house has always been very clean, and there are no foreign insects crawling in, but how can this green worm slip down from the tree and hang down to my neck under my nose.

If I hadn't touched the back of my neck, wouldn't I have been bitten by it? If that were the case, I wouldn't know how I died. Because my father has always warned me that when I see a long insect, the brighter the color, the more powerful the poison.

And this long insect is the same dark green as the leaves of the neem tree, and when the sun shines, it even emits crystal clear spots. We're not saying there aren't long worms of this color, I've never seen them before.

I suddenly had the idea to slowly peel off the dead long insect lump and put it in a broken basin on the edge of the press platform, so that my parents could see where it came from.

Having made up my mind, I smashed the long green insect lump with a small stick, and as a result, the lump of flesh, which was still black and red just now, turned back to its original blue-green color, but did not stretch out.

When I looked, ouch, this thing still changes color. All of a sudden, I became interested, and I lit the lump with a little stick, and thought to myself, I'll just look at you and see how you change color.

I never imagined that after the lump of flesh turned back to turquoise, as the turquoise gradually deepened, just as I looked down at the little stick in my hand, in an instant, the lump of flesh turned rapidly like a yo-yo, and followed the little stick, impartially, and suddenly rushed towards my hand.

I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't know how to shake off the stick in my hand, the lump of flesh turned so fast that it rushed up along the stick like a green mist.

Just as I was about to throw away the stick, the lump of flesh suddenly jumped to my wrist, and I didn't know where the guts came from, and stretched out my other hand, and came over to hit the lump of flesh, which was still spinning at a high degree.

But the lump seemed to see through my intentions, and as soon as it reached my wrist, it spun and stopped, and when I saw my short arm, which was as white and fat as a lotus root, it rushed towards my wrist, and just as my hand was about to slap it, it actually burrowed into my wrist and disappeared.

I slapped my hand in the air, and I thought that my wrist was going to be drilled out of a bloody hole by the flesh lump, but when I let go of the clapping hand, except for the faint pain of the slap, there was no damage to the wrist.

But it was strange that the lump of flesh had disappeared from my wrist. I quickly turned my hand over to see if the lump was hiding behind my hand, but no, not only no, but it didn't even hurt at all.

In other words, this lump of flesh actually got into my wrist through my flesh. It's okay, if this thing gets into my flesh and turns back into a green worm, eating my flesh and drinking my blood, what can I do?

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, so I used my other hand to grab a little bit of the wrist that had been drilled into by the pimple, meaning not to let the pimple arch up along the pimple, and then I snorted and rushed into my stove.