And although the bird's head had been swallowed, its body was still flapping there, and its two paws were clutching indiscriminately, and the bird was about to be suffocated, because I heard the momentum of the fan, which was getting weaker and weaker, and the long worm puffed out its two terrible little eyes, and tried to open its mouth to the limit, to swallow the big bird.

I've never seen a long worm eat a bird up close, and I always thought that the worm first entangles the bird to death, and then swallows it little by little, but today I saw that the worm first bites the head of the bird, and then swallows it little by little.

It seems that this long worm should be on this tree, and it has been waiting for a long time, and this bird should also be unlucky.

My arrival did not affect the feeding of the long worm, I stood there and stared at it, and it was not long before the bird ceased to be stunned, and the great worm saw that the bird did not move, and used all its strength to swallow it as if it were working harder.

I didn't look any further, but quietly descended, retreated to the ground, and then quickly ran down the path by the moat to the east.

How can I get a long worm to eat a big bird, how can I rescue a bird that has been swallowed from the mouth of a long worm, I am afraid to think about it, the body of the bird, I don't know how many times thicker than the mouth of this long worm, but such a worm is stunned to swallow the bird little by little, God, if this long worm comes to swallow me, will it start from my hand, swallow me whole little by little......

So I just thought, in the future, try not to run and play under these big trees alone, in case a long worm bigger than this suddenly attacks, I won't die without a place to be buried.

Under the sun, I ran frantically for a long time along the moat road to the east, and when I felt that my wheezing was more violent than that of the old scalper, I slowly slowed down, and turned from running to walking.

I ran forward without a purpose, probably to get rid of the inner fear of eating birds by this long worm, so I ran forward in a panic. As a result, there was no one on the road, and I ran like this, and after a while, I would run to the edge of my family's ancestral grave on the old ditch.

I have always had a very special feeling about my family's ancestral grave. Unlike some people, when they see a grave, they will be inexplicably afraid, but I don't. I always feel that this is the place where our own ancestors are buried, and there is no need to be afraid, after all, how can our ancestors harm their own descendants.

Thinking about it, I just wanted to go to the ancestral tomb to see, if anyone came to worship and set off firecrackers, I could also pick up a few dead cannons to play. Thinking of this, I ran again, and after a while, I ran to the peanut field on the edge of the ancestral grave.

Now the field where the ancestral grave is located is no longer owned by my family, and they are now planting peanuts, and the peanut seedlings are already very vigorous, and some have bloomed red and yellow flowers between the branches and leaves.

I followed the mountain pass of the peanut field and ran towards the ancestral grave. There were so many crickets in the mountain passes, and I felt them all jump on the instep of my feet, and as I ran forward like the wind, those crickets, like the waves, suddenly scattered where I got under my feet.

I know that there are several species of crickets in our place, just like grasshoppers in the meadows. There are black and big black generals in this cricket, there are also small ground tigers with wings that cry loudly, and there is a kind of tender white earth grandson who has been drilling underground for a long time, anyway, these are the most common ones I have, and their names are all given by me, hehe.

After my feet, neck, and instep were occupied many times by these crickets who had no time to jump away, I finally ran to the edge of my ancestral grave. In fact, there are not only the graves of several ancestors of my family, but also a few tombs next to my family, but those few tombs, it seems, want to squeeze out the graves of our ancestors, because, for many years, our ancestral tombs have always been those three soil bags, and several new graves have been added to the side!

I couldn't care so much, I went to the grave, and when I saw my lord Quanchun's grave tip, I don't know when there was a night cat lying on the soil on the grave mound, and if the night cat hadn't moved its eyeballs, I really couldn't see this thing lying on the tip of this grave.

I didn't quite understand that I was running from the ground to this grave, and that the night cat must have heard my alarm, but why didn't he fly away, and remained motionless like a stake, occasionally moving its two astonishingly huge eyes.

There has always been a legend that night cats enter the house, but wooden things don't come. It means that as long as the night cat flies into his house, something must happen, and this thing must not be a good thing. Therefore, the people on the village are very taboo, if they see a night cat flying by, they will be very vigilant to hold half a brick, and want to ram this thing away with a brick.

But now, on my lord's grave, there is a night cat!

I know that it is a hot day, and the graves will be covered with all kinds of wild grasses, such as lala seedlings, thorn buds, pimple scar grass, or tall dog tail grass, lantern trees, some have all kinds of small saplings, and even a lot of sugar chicken poop seedlings crawling everywhere.

But my lord's grave, except for a circle of lush grass growing at the bottom, there are basically no weeds on the grave, so it looks bare all the time.

And the night cat, just squatting on the grave, looked at it from afar, and really thought it was a piece of the grave bulging up.

I was too young to know what the signs of this thing would be here, so I didn't get too frightened, and walked to the middle of the three graves.

My ancestral grave is headed northeast and southwest, the top is the master's, and the bottom is my grandfather's. Three small grave bags, arranged in a zigzag pattern. I saw that there was a small field in the middle of the three graves, and there was a green and low grass futon on the field, so I walked straight over and kicked on the grass a few times, and saw that there was nothing to be afraid of, so I wanted to sit down and rest for a while.

There was originally a cypress tree next to my master's grave, and it was as thick as a goose egg, and I don't know which guy, intentionally or unintentionally, ploughed out all the cypress trees, so within a few days, the cypress tree that had survived with great difficulty dried up.

And on the edge of my uncle's grave, there is still a very luxuriant pine tree, which is estimated to be two stories high, and now the sun is shining, and the shadow of the pine tree is shining on the grass futon where I am going to sit.