The unexpected change surprised Han Cheng. He quickly took two steps back and loosened his fingers that were hooking the bowstring.

He didn't want to be hit by the goose that was rushing down like a bomb.

Besides, he was still on the wall. Even if the fatal attack from the wild goose hit him and caused direct damage enough to be fatal, it would not be a pleasant experience if he was pushed off the wall.

The sad thing is that at such a moment, facing the geese flying straight down, his arrow, whose archery skills were not very good to begin with, missed the target as expected, and the geese kept flying down at an increasingly faster speed.

Fortunately, the geese did not come towards him.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground accompanied by a cry of pain from a wild goose. The wild goose that fell from the sky crashed heavily into the wall, right next to the goose that was shot to death.

The wild goose did not die, but after crashing down from such a great distance, it was almost dead.

One of its wings was broken and drooping limply to one side, its long neck was bent to one side, and blood was oozing from its nostrils and eyes.

The red mouth was also hit and curled up, with blood flowing out.

Its wailing was much quieter than before, but even more miserable.

It tried hard to move its body, moving closer to the goose that was shot to death, and used its curled beak to laboriously tidy up the feathers of its dead partner.

The blood from the eyes and nose splattered onto the dead goose, stained the pure white with a glaring red.

The miserable cries of the geese gradually became lower and lower until they were inaudible.

When everything was quiet, the goose that descended from the sky placed its bent neck on the neck of the goose that was shot to death, and remained motionless.

Han Cheng, who was standing aside, was holding a bow and watching the scene happening before his eyes. He was a little dazed, with mixed feelings.

After hunting the wild geese, the joy of taming them into big geese disappeared, leaving only an indescribable feeling.

He looked at the bow in his hand, then at the two geese snuggling together, and for the first time he felt that what he was doing seemed to be wrong.

What is love in this world? It makes people promise to be together for life and death.

Two travelers fly together from north to south, their old wings experiencing many winters and summers.

Joy is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more foolish children among them.

You should have something to say. With the clouds thousands of miles away and the snow on the mountains at dusk, to whom will your shadow go?

Because Li Mochou often mentioned it, Han Cheng had deliberately looked up "The Wild Goose Qiu Ci" and memorized the first half of it.

Before, I thought that the story of the two eagles of the Guo family in "The Return of the Condor Heroes", in which one died and the other crashed into the ground for love, was just a literary work. I thought that the story of the geese committing suicide for love that Mr. Yuan Haowen encountered was extremely rare. But I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly before my eyes today.

It's impossible to say that I wasn't touched.

At this moment, Han Cheng suddenly regretted shooting the goose this time, and even wanted to throw away the bow and arrow in his hand, but in the end he still held it tightly.

There was a sound of wooden ladder, and Tietou climbed up. He saw two geese dead together. He was overjoyed as he could eat more meat at noon.

Just as he was about to reach out to pick them up and gut them, he was stopped by Han Cheng.

Han Cheng handed the bow and arrow to Tietou, then he bent down, picked up the two geese, and carefully went down the ladder.

Tietou behind him scratched his head, wondering what happened to the Son of God.

If a runaway goose flies back and crashes itself into the air, then the tribe will have an extra prey out of nowhere. Isn't that a very good thing?

Why does the Son of God still look so unhappy?

Han Chengqiang forced a smile and nodded to the minors who were holding the geese and trying to take credit from him, and praised them out loud.

Then he put the two geese down into the nest, picked up a hoe and a shovel, and carried them out of the yard.

He stopped on the west side of the courtyard wall, chose a quiet place, dug a hole to bury them, and made a small grave mound.

He found another piece of split wood, wrote the words "Yan Qiu" on it and placed it in front.

The rest of the geese could be eaten by the tribesmen, but he really couldn't eat these two geese.

Han Cheng's surprised behavior was incomprehensible to Wu, the eldest senior brother and others who followed him.

They didn't understand why the Son of God would bury two prey animals that looked meaty. Wouldn't it be a waste?

If anyone else dared to do this, the witch would roll up his sleeves and teach him a lesson without anyone saying a word, but the Son of God was an exception.

The Son of God is the real boss of this tribe, so naturally he can do whatever he wants.

After Han Cheng bowed to Yanqiu, he turned and left without telling Wu and the others why they did this.

After doing these things, Han Cheng felt much better when he saw the minors running happily with the goose feathers in their hands.

After hunting, you still have to hunt again. Without enough meat, how can you make the people in the tribe strong?

And he himself is a meat lover.

Although what happened today had a profound impact on him, it would not make him give up hunting.

There is no way around it. This is an era where the strong prey on the weak. To survive, people need to eat food, so God has created all things to nourish people.

All Han Cheng could do was to prevent people from eating these two loving geese and erect a simple monument for them.

But he won't eat the goose meat today.

After adjusting his mood for a while, Han Cheng began to direct people to treat the injuries of the surviving geese.

While healing their wounds, they also used the same old method to cut off the feathers on their wings, making it impossible for them to fly. This is a major step in domestication.

There were a total of eight injured but not dead geese. Excluding the two buried by Han Cheng, there were only three dead.

Eight living geese were temporarily placed in the chicken coop. After a few days, a goose pen would be built next to the chicken coop for them to live in.

The dead ones did not receive such good treatment. After being plucked, their stomachs were cut open, pickled with salt, and then slowly roasted over a fire.

At lunch time, a few more golden roasted things appeared.

Han Cheng, who had already made up his mind not to eat goose meat, couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly.

The eldest brother handed Han Cheng a piece of fat goose breast meat and a goose leg.

Han Cheng wanted to refuse, but he didn't say anything until the eldest brother put down the food and left.

Well, I'll keep the goose meat with me for now and share it with the children later.

Han Cheng found an excuse for himself, then went to drink the millet porridge in the bowl, trying hard not to look at the goose meat in the bowl in front of him.

The goose meat spread with a layer of honey should taste very delicious.

Otherwise, the toothless witch would not have given up his favorite millet porridge and focused on the goose leg in his hand.

The eldest brother and the others would not even chew up the bones and eat them.

How about a small taste?

Anyway, these aren’t the two loving geese…

In the delicious pleasure, Han Cheng kept sliding towards the edge of sin, and finally fell into the abyss, and was addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.

The person who had agreed to try a little bit, after finishing all the goose meat in the bowl, licked his greasy lips with a sense of satisfaction.

If he hadn't thought about training the remaining geese into domesticated geese, he would most likely have operated on them.

As for the previous sentimentality, it still exists, but it does not affect Han Cheng's eating of meat.

Well, I was eating meat while feeling sad, and I couldn’t stop eating.

An odd number of geese were shot dead, but no other geese were seen committing suicide for love. I guess this is because of the discord between couples.

Compared with those two geese, the difference is so great that it is disgusting.

Only by being eaten can I better express my contempt for you...

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