The big fiery red bird's wings were five meters long, and the edamame was afraid that the small room would not be big enough for the red bird to circle, and it would crash against the wall and faint.

But strange to say, wherever the big red bird flies, the wall retreats. The quicker the big red bird rushed, the faster the wall receded. The wind blew so that Edamame couldn't open his eyes, and his eyebrows rolled into waves, and he had to hug the big red bird's neck tightly, and close his eyes and put his face tightly against the big red bird's soft feathers.

Edamame struggled to open his eyes a slit, and he turned his head to look around—ho! unimaginable! The hard walls became extremely soft and elastic, and the once boxy answering hut turned out to be in the shape of a long-handled spoon.

"Oh my God! Where are you going? Edamame Mao shouted in the ear of the big red bird.

The big red bird suddenly changed the direction of its flight, it suddenly rushed straight up, and the surprised edamame almost fell, and he grabbed the big red bird's hand too hard, and instantly picked off several of its feathers.

The big red bird's cry was terrible, and the edamame Mao repeatedly said sorry.

Immediately afterwards, the big red bird changed its flying posture again, it spun at high speed like a spinning top, and the edamame feathers used both hands and feet, and even the toes used their strength to not be thrown off by the big red bird.

Edamame closed his eyes and shouted, "Big Red Bird! Don't you like me riding on your back? If you don't like it, I'll just come down! If you keep flying like this, I'm going to throw up! ”

As soon as the words fell, the rotation stopped abruptly, and Edamame Mao only felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and his hands and feet finally fell off the back of the big red bird.

Oops, although it was a fall, it didn't hurt as much as I thought.

Edamame staggered to his feet, so dizzy that he couldn't find the north, and a group of chubby figures ran towards him.

"Edamame! There you are! That's great! ”

When Edamame Mao's chaotic eyes stopped, the bodies and heads in front of him finally merged into one, and Edamame Mao looked at it and saw that it was Ge Dazhuang.

Edamame endured the churning in his stomach, glanced at the red bird, which had become small again, and fell to the ground in a sweat.

Ge Dazhuang nervously grabbed Maodoumao's arm and said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I can't do it......"

Edamame waved his hand and asked, "It's okay to come to you and suffer a little sin." Don't worry, let's think about it, what's your topic? ”

Ge Dazhuang said: "White as snow, my topic is white as snow." ”

"White as snow?" Edamame asked rhetorically.

"Hmm!" Ge Dazhuang nodded heavily, and he said with a bitter face: "It's still that I'm just a shallow learner, and I didn't think of any poet named Bai Ruxue after thinking about it for a long time, so I was trapped......"

Edamame furrowed his nose, he helped Ge Dazhuang to stand up, although his head was still dizzy, but Edamame's nose was still very smart.

"What do you smell like here?" Edamame Mao sniffed several times in a row and said, "It's so fragrant!" ”

Ge Dazhuang wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air with Edamame, and finally he suddenly realized and shouted, "Oh, I'm so stupid!" It's Umexiang! Bai Ruxue is not a poet, she is talking about "Snow Plum"! ”

"Hurry, write!" Edamame Mao pushed Ge Dazhuang to the answering table, handed him the brush and said, "Youyou must be dying, let's hurry up!" ”