The dream was so real, as if I had seen it with my own eyes.
When he woke up, Xiao Xu was still in a daze, and Shen Yanjin, who was sitting in a wheelchair and holding a teacup, reached out and smoothed his hair.
"woke up."
The low, cold voice with a hint of youthful clarity brought Xiao He back to his senses from his stupor. He opened his round little eyes, tilted his head towards the other's shiny palm, half lying in the other's palm, and could still smell that pleasant scent.
Half-dragging the little fat kid's head, Shen Yanjin's calm eyes were filled with indescribable thoughts.
He picked up the little fat girl and played with her soft body with his fair, smooth fingers.
Xiao Xu originally didn't bother to pay attention to him, but he made him dizzy and he struggled to escape from his hands.
“Chirp.”
It cried a few times, squeezed out from between my fingers, and its butt hit the hard ground, which was a bit painful.
Ana Shen remained silent. After glancing at him expressionlessly, he twisted his wheelchair and rumbled out of the room.
Xiao Xu, who had a sore butt, was left rubbing the feathers on his back with his wings.
Last night's dream spread in its mind like a movie or a video.
This information was so stimulating that Xiao Xu almost fainted.
It even admired its own audacity for daring to fly out of Shenjia Village alone.
Recalling the meaningful look in Shen Yanjin's eyes when he saw it, Xiao Yu was suddenly speechless.
After the little bastard Shen Yanjin set fire to the mountain, the fog in the village dissipated and the original blue sky returned.
In the past few days, villagers have come to express their gratitude one after another. Their faces are much better than before, although they still look a little ugly.
The villagers brought chickens, ducks, vegetables, fruits, etc., and insisted that Ana Shen accept them, and refused to leave if he didn’t.
Shen Yanjinxu had no choice but to let the villagers do as they pleased.
Tian Zhuang reorganized the situation. As for the body of the deceased... Chen Yanjin said nothing. Only Chen Wang, with a face covered in wounds, spoke: "We can't bring it back. The body is infected with other diseases."
The villagers had no choice but to leave.
No one wants to restore their peaceful life and then have it shattered again.
"Chen Wang, aren't you afraid that they will come looking for you?"
Qiu Xiaoan stood in the corridor and softly asked Chen Wang, who was leaning against a tree and looking up at the sky.
After a long while, Chen Wang finally withdrew his gaze from the blue sky. He sighed and said, "No, they are actually very timid. Besides, I also told you that there are diseases on those corpses. If someone accidentally gets infected and brings them back, they will be the sinner of the whole village. They don't dare to do that."
Qiu Xiaoan understood what was going on. He took out two fruits from his sleeve and threw one to Chen Wang. After lightly wiping the peel, he took a bite. The sweet taste filled his mouth, making him feel very happy.
Chen Wang didn't eat it, he just put it away slowly.
This scene fell into the eyes of Xiao Xu who was standing on the cliff. He didn't quite understand why Chen Wang was collecting the fruits.
Many years later, Qiu Xiaoan said to it with a smile.
Chen Wang's family of three all died in the deep mountains. The fruit he collected was actually taken home to offer sacrifice to his younger brother.
Because, his silly brother...
My favorite.
The strange events in Qiufeng Mountain have finally come to an end.
Two months later, the weather gradually became colder, and when I opened the window in the morning, I could still see some ice fragments on the leaves.
The seasons in the mountains change significantly.
Xiao Xu doesn't like winter because he almost died in winter in the past four years.
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