The morning sun is rising, the wind is beautiful.

The morning sun is still on the other side of the mountain, and the rooms here are still very cool. The remaining dew on the windowsill has not been sublimated, and it is crystal clear, reflecting the brilliance of the blue sky, reflecting the light of the room...

Inside, someone is sleeping.

A brand new green shirt is placed on a hanger. A teenager was covered with a blanket, his eyes slightly closed, his cheeks soft, and he slept soundly. From the corners of his mouth, it is not difficult to see that his dreams must be beautiful.

“......”

The bluebird jumped off the windowsill from the edge of the bamboo, gently, slowly, without making a sound. Not even the dew that swayed on the edge was shaken for a bit.

The wings are folded, the head is raised and the eyes are level, and the two small claws, clamping a small bamboo branch, stand still. Unlike before, the arrogance that had come from its heart had now subsided a lot. The small eyes of the two mung beans exuded a kind soft light.

At this time, the blue bird is like a kind old man who has come thousands of miles away just to take a look at his children and grandchildren. Quietly, softly, looking at the little man sleeping peacefully on the bed, without a trace of distraction.

Dignified, kind, calm and full of tenderness.

It's really not like a little bird that can show feelings.

Even though, the blue bird in front of the window is a very unusual bird. That's not a chance either...

Only man,

And it is the old man who has experienced the baptism of wind and rain that it is possible to condense such a deep and vicissitudes of style.

"Sasha~"

Perhaps, the temperature in the guest room is a little cold.

The sleeping boy turned slightly to the side, his legs curled up between his knees. It's just that the sweet smile on his face is still the same, even warmer.

Wink...

The little blue bird blinked his eyelids, and his small eyeballs turned back and forth for half a circle, looking around the guest room, as if looking for something.

"Bang Bang..."

Flap your wings and draw an arc.

The bluebird swept up from the windowsill and flew quietly into the house.

Along the wall connected by the bamboo pieces, there was a slight turn. Gliding over the hanger next to the bamboo bed, he picked up the green shirt that was completely disproportionate to its size, crossed the bamboo bed, and the bird's beak opened slightly, let go of the green shirt, and let it fall naturally...

Then the bluebird swung its wings slightly, castrated, and glided back to the ledge, where it had been.

"Sha..."

Gently raised,

The green shirt that slowly fell, no more, no less, just covered the young man's chest to his knees and legs...

Good clever calculations.

The bluebird came and went, and only made a soft sound of spreading its wings. With this force, it swirled steadily around in this small guest room for a week, and also covered the young man with a coat.

Although, it's just a trifle. However, in this trivial matter, the power control and time judgment involved are not as simple as they seem. Whether it's a little faster or a little slower, or a little bit stronger. As long as this is slightly off, this set of actions of the blue bird will not be perfect, let alone so easy...

This is the real strategy.

“......”

The wind, blowing.

Blinking his eyes, the breeze blows the feathers on his body.

After putting on a green shirt for the boy, the blue bird didn't make any other moves. The deep gaze gently caressed the thin face, as if in contemplation, as if in silent pouring.

Very kind.

For a long time...

The boy who was sleeping peacefully did not wake up. The kind gaze did not take away. It's just that the light in the sky gradually became brighter, and the blue bird's expression began to become dull. It's like, a scoop of warm roasted water gradually evaporates.

Getting fainter and fainter...

More precisely. What evaporates is the emotion hidden in the eyes of the blue bird. It's being stripped away bit by bit. With every trace of peeling off, its expression became a little flat... Until the end, the kindness is gone, and there is no more profundity. On the blue bird's face, in the eyes of the two mung beans, there was only plainness left.

and the arrogant blue bird before, just like two things.

Yes, godless.

"Pretending to be a ghost..."

Outside the windowsill, in the backyard of a small bamboo house.

The old man, riding the cool breeze, lay comfortably on the rocking chair and gently shook the bamboo fan. His eyes narrowed into a black line, as if he couldn't sleep, and he glanced at the little blue bird on the windowsill of the guest room.

"Goo-goo..."

A wet rooster crawled at the old man's feet in embarrassment, constantly crowing. It seems to be afraid, but it also seems to be angry.

"Save your mind... Even if you don't have the old ghost's mind, you don't necessarily have to be this little opponent. If you're going to be thrown into a well again, I won't have to bother to catch you. Looking at the blue bird, the old man whispered to himself. But, the words were spoken to the rooster at his feet.

"Uhhhhhh

The rooster seemed to understand the meaning of the old man's words, and suddenly lost his temper. With a low whimper, he buried his wet head in his wings.

Out of sight, out of mind.

"Hehe..."

With two dry laughs, the old man slowly narrowed his eyes.

Gently shaking the bamboo fan, with the rooster at his feet, listening to the lonely hustle and bustle of the wind blowing the bamboo sea...

Lonely, noisy.

I didn't sleep well, and I woke up early in the morning.

When I got up early this morning, I ate two stomachs of puffs. The good mood is gone, the lotus seed porridge is gone, and even the baby apprentice who chats with him is gone. The big rooster that only clucks all day long is left to "depend on each other" with him.

When I think about it, I get angry.

It's just like the loneliness and hustle and bustle, aggrieved and boring.

"Hey... Sleep..."

“......”

I can't spit out my bitterness, so I can only find it in my dreams.

The bamboo sea sleeps in the shade, and the loneliness and hustle and bustle sleep for a long time.

Bright daylight, long on the eaves.

The new dew turned into fog, and it shook for nine days.

The quiet small bamboo hut on the top of the mountain, all asleep...

As time passed, the sun hung high on the top of the mountain, and the warm sunlight dispelled the cold. The bamboo sea that stretches for hundreds of miles has melted away from the wetness, and it is more crisp and bright.

The little blue bird on the windowsill of the guest room still maintained its original posture and never moved. The clever eyeballs, except for the lack of that deep divine light, are still smart. Quietly, looking at the sleeping boy on the bed.

At this moment, the temperature in the house is already very warm. Even if you don't cover it with a cotton blanket, you won't feel the slightest coolness. Therefore, the green shirt and quilt covering the young man's body have been unconsciously turned aside by him since he didn't know when.

"Silk ~"

The breeze blows up the small feathers on the bluebird's eyebrows, swaying slightly, which is very cute. At the same time, the breeze also quietly brought the first rays of sunlight into the room.

The sun was very rude, and without the consent of the owner here, he spread it on the verdant bamboo floor on his own initiative...

Suddenly bright!

"Sasha~"

Obviously, the arrogant sunshine disturbs the dreams of others.

The smile faded, the corners of his mouth deflated, and Xia Xun, who was sleeping, subconsciously raised his hand to hide the dazzling reflection.

"Well~woo~"

Immediately after, there was an unwilling low whine that came out of his throat. Shaking eyelashes, heavy eyelids, slowly opening with great difficulty...

Look left, look right.

Confused eyes, through the gap between the fingers, looked boredly, from the bamboo floor to the entire room reflected in the bright light.

"Huh?"

Eventually, his gaze rested on the windowsill that was cast into the sunlight.

"Uh... You're back. ”

Xia Xun rubbed his palm, his eyes were stiff from sleep, and at the same time, he opened his mouth lazily towards the blue bird outside the window.

"Papa~"

The blue bird seemed to be able to understand Xia Xun's question, and with a flap of its wings, it flew to the head of Xia Xun's bed, staring at Xia Xun's palm, as if expressing something.

"Hehe..."

Xia Xun stretched out a finger, gently stroked the feathers between the blue bird's eyebrows, and smiled lazily: "Thank you for your hard work..."

"But I don't have anything to eat right now. Why don't you go back to the Seven Star Courtyard and ask for some fructose for a little watermelon?"

"Sasha..."The little blue bird shook its wings, as if displeased.

Ignoring it, Xia Xun lazily stretched out his other palm, gently removed the small piece of paper tied from the little paw of the blue bird, and carefully unfolded it...

Just look at it!

Edge...

Knock!

Complexion fusion!

Lazy to go!

Wake up in an instant!

Looking down at it for a moment, Xia Xun's two heartbeats jumped almost at the same time!

"It's over!"

The strip of paper is very thin and tiny, as thin as a raw xuan, as small as a toothpick. Even if it was fully unfolded, it would only be two inches long and wide. Therefore, there are very few words written on paper. It can be said that words are like gold.

But, where is this just gold? This is simply a diamond hammer. Every time he looked at a word, Xia Xun's little heart was fluttering...

"It's over... It's over..."

"It's over... It's over..."

"It's over..."

nervous

Flurried.

After reading the letter at a glance, Xia Xun seemed to be frightened into a madman by the content of the letter in an instant. I didn't even think much about why the green shirt was put on the bed. As soon as he lifted the quilt, he grabbed the clothes that were crumpled and crumpled, and threw a random set of clothes on his body. I hit the ground with my feet, shoved my shoes in, and ran out of the house...

"It's over... It's over..."

"Bang Bang..."

"Da Da Da..."

"It's over... It's over..."

"Poof!"

"Boom..."

"Wow......"

Run riot.

Knock down the flower pots, ignore the broken tables and chairs, and step on the threshold, what does it matter to me? Bump and bump, run all the way in embarrassment. Xia Xun was so anxious that he completely forgot that he was a guest.

"It's over... It's over..."

"It's over... It's over..."

Rush, run, run out of the bamboo house, the fire is in a hurry.

"It's over..."

"Eh..."

"Oops..."

"Pong-dang!"

An exclamation, a broken porcelain, falling to the ground and blooming...

All right... I hit the flower pot before, but this time I went out of the house and knocked someone down.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

“......”

It was a little Confucian who delivered food up the mountain. Not very old, around ten years old, very immature. To be more precise, he was not knocked down, he was about to knock on the door, and was frightened by Xia Xun who suddenly opened the door.

The basket containing the food was so frightened that it fell to the ground and fell to the ground. This meal, he gave it away for nothing...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

However, Xia Xun did not give enough courtesy as before. Just hurriedly helped Confucius up, apologized a few words, and hurriedly crossed his body and walked quickly to the mountain crossing...

Gazing into the distance,

Get!

"What about people?"

Can't find it, can't see it,

Even the divine sense couldn't feel those two familiar figures.

Xia Xun was suddenly anxious. Taking a deep breath is to roar into the sky:

"Xiahou!!"

"Xiahou!!"

The roar was loud, and the word Xiahou echoed in the big mountain bamboo forest.

On the mountainside, the slightly pointed ears, or the profound Confucian scholars and Confucian scholars, have looked to the top of the mountain.

"Xiahou!!"

No one responded, and no one paid attention, Xia Xun continued to roar.

"Summer..."

"Senior brother. ”

Just as Xia Xun was roaring madly, the little Confucian who was cleaning up the food and dishes behind him suddenly raised his head strangely and shouted softly.

"Huh?"

When Xia Xun heard this, he turned around strangely.

"Senior brother, is the Xiahou you shouted a ruffian with a dog's tail in his mouth?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's him, it's him..." Xia Xun nodded hurriedly.

"Oh... Then you don't have to shout. ”

"Why?"

"Hehe..."