Late at night, Xiao Bai was lying in bed, his brows furrowed, his muscles tense, as if he were having a nightmare. As if sensing something, a furry little head popped out from under the small quilt embroidered with pine cones in the pet sleeping bag at the head of Xiao Bai's bed, its two small black eyes rolling around.
Song Bao crawled out of the sleeping bag and jumped to the head of Xiao Bai's bed in a few jumps. He tilted his little head to look at Xiao Bai, whose face was flushed. At this time, in Song Bao's eyes, he saw wisps of white silk threads emanating from Xiao Bai's body. These threads gradually spread outwards and stretched out in all directions. These threads penetrated the windows and doors, and with Xiao Bai as the center, gradually spread outwards, and finally covered the entire third floor where Xiao Bai lived. Then the threads gradually spread downwards and extended to the second floor. The threads entangled Lai Fu and Queen Bee Xiaoguaiguai who were sleeping, and gradually entangled Xiao Dad and Xiao Mom. Finally, the threads The thread finally extended to the first floor and wrapped around the diamond-shaped colorless transparent crystal in the flowerpot in the lobby. The diamond-shaped crystal emitted a faint white light, as if resonating with the threads. The orchid planted in the flowerpot and the Ganoderma lucidum on the wood were also entangled by the threads. The orchid originally sprouted several thin flower buds from the roots, which suddenly bloomed like a midnight cuckoo. The fragrance of the flowers was refreshing and instantly filled the entire building. More flower buds sprouted from the roots of the orchid, and the Ganoderma lucidum on the wood next to the crystal not only grew a circle larger, but even a layer of Ganoderma lucidum powder emerged above the Ganoderma lucidum.
A gust of wind blew in from the open window, and the Ganoderma lucidum spore powder spread throughout the entire first-floor hall. No one in the Xiao family noticed this at all, and Xiao Bai's originally flushed face became calm because of the silk thread wrapped around the crystal, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.
The only one who noticed all this was the furry little squirrel Songbao.
Song Bao watched all this quietly, pulled the silk thread wrapped around his body tighter, and then crawled under Xiao Bai's neck to continue sleeping.
Xiao Bai continued to sleep.
Like Xiao Bai's family, everyone in Xiaojia Village was immersed in sleep. Meanwhile, on the mountain not far from Xiaojia Village, the small animals that had come out to forage for food in the darkness were startled by a sudden roar from the quiet forest, sending them running around in panic.
Several wild boars, their eyes bloodshot, darted about the mountain like madmen. Their breathing was heavy and they panted constantly, occasionally flinging their heads wildly and ramming into the surrounding rocks and trees, as if enduring extreme pain. Their roars were like wails. The nightingales, which had been chirping, were so frightened that they stopped singing and shivered in their nests.
On another hill not far away, a rustling sound came from the originally quiet woods, and a tall figure emerged from the shadowy forest. The man was about thirty years old, two meters tall, with a high nose, square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and three white scars on his left cheek. The man looked up at the roar of wild boars coming from the next hill, waved his hand lightly, and then more than a dozen ferocious wolfhounds rushed out in an instant, barking and running towards the herd of wild boars on the hill not far away.
The fighting had already been going on many times without anyone noticing.
The next morning, Xiao Bai was about to go out after finishing breakfast when her mother pulled her sleeve, stuffed a small bag full of snacks into her hand, and said with a smile, "Let's go, and study hard!"
Xiao Bai, who graduated from university in his twenties:
Although it was very speechless, but it seemed like her mother often said this when she was in junior high school? Now she is in her twenties and still says this to her. It feels a bit hard to put into words.
Although Xiao Bai thought so, he still had to go to class because the village chief would call the roll!
The village chief, who has taught Chinese to primary school students for more than 30 years, said that they are all students, no matter their age, he will teach them all the same, because he has experience!
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