"Manshan, you little dog chewed, what's going on with the apple grove of labor and management?"

The next day, as soon as Manshan came home from school, he saw his mother in the apple grove, he cautiously wanted to slip over, but he didn't expect to be discovered, and his mother immediately sent a cordial greeting.

The mountains are full of branches.

"That...... It was a pheasant! ”

"Wild motherfucker, can pheasants tear off branches?"

Mom immediately became like a rainbow, and vowed not to give up if she didn't eat the mountain.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, the mountain habitually lowered its head and swallowed back the pheasant I was chasing to my mouth. He rolled his eyes and said slowly: "Yesterday after school, a pheasant flew to eat apples, and I hit it with a stone, and it ran around and trampled down a lot of apples. ”

My mother picked up the stick and ran towards the mountain, so frightened that she crawled through the apple grove.

After about half an hour, my mother's anger seemed to have subsided, and she asked Manshan to squat in the ground to collect firewood, Xiao Manshan pouted stubbornly, and there were eye-catching long red marks on his arms.

"What should be said, god damn it, fucking pheasant, the next time labor and management meet you, they will dismantle you!"

The mountain is full of resentment and expresses dissatisfaction with the pheasant, and the movements in his hands are non-stop.

Maybe it's because I'm tired of picking up Man Shan secretly looked at his mother's flip phone, the phone and clothes were put together, pacing, running, all in one go.

"What are you doing with my phone?" Mom yelled.

"Take pictures!"

The mountain has already run out dozens of steps.

Seeing that his mother didn't chase after him, Manshan stopped and began to take pictures of wildflowers seriously, and he turned the camera to the petals, maybe he thought it would look good in this way.

Back and forth, over and over again, the mountains are tired of photographing wildflowers. He lay down under the tree with his head in his hands, and a sparrow flew to the branch above his head, and smashed it into the face of the mountain with a huge apple in his mouth.

The mountain was furious: "I really fuck your uncle, you can fly!"

This struggle evolved from him and the wildflowers to him and the birds.

The mountains are scolding on the ground, and the birds are chirping in the trees, and no one obeys anyone.

It wasn't until the mountain was full of air that he picked up a stone that the bird jumped up and disappeared into the sky, still screaming when it left, as if to say again, the gentleman did not move his hand.

The mountains are full of complacency, his mother's ability to fly is not afraid of stones, don't run if you have the ability. Manshan is like a general who has won a battle, put his mother's mobile phone away, said hello to his mother, and went home to cook.

Walking on the road all over the mountain, the apple grove is not far from his home, five or six hundred meters away. He picked up the branches in the road and chopped the withered yellow dog's tail grass.

He was so focused on the dog's tail grass that he didn't see the dead birds in the middle of the road not far away.

The mountain kicked it without noticing.

"Huh?"

He quickly recognized that it was the bird he had been scolding at earlier, with a striking white spot on its beak.

Asuka died.

The mountain kept stirring it with its branches.

"So you're dead?"

At this time, there was no pleasure of villain's ambition in the mountains, and there was a trace of sadness in sympathy. He stared blankly at the sky, and after a long time, frowned and said, "It turns out that birds can fly and die."

With a solemn face, he solemnly picked up the bird, dug a pit in the backyard of the house, gently put the bird in it, and made a tombstone for it out of a wooden block.

We often wonder, why can't I have those nice things? Just like the wings of a bird, soaring into the blue sky, free, but why do birds die? It turns out that you can't fly into the blue sky even if you have wings, and even if you have those things, you still can't ask fate.

On this day, the birds all over the mountain died, and he didn't want to fly anymore.