The birds would fly away because someone had climbed the branches of the newly transplanted old willow tree in the yard.
This willow tree originally grew at the head of the village, and no one knows how many years it has been.
It is only known that since the beginning of consciousness, there has been the existence of this tree.
It is like a symbol of the village, rooted in the memory of generations after generations.
Until a few years ago, there was a section of road in front of the village to build a highway, and the village chief insisted on a first-level trust relationship, so that the exit of the expressway was built at the entrance of the village, which greatly facilitated the life of the villagers, and even the economic situation rose several levels.
It's a pity that this willow tree, which has been moved for thousands of years, is now in the courtyard of the village chief's house and has become the village chief's private property.
However, the villagers have no opinion, everyone knows how much effort the village chief has contributed to the village, and what is the problem of asking for a tree is only those little dolls in the village, which lacks a good place to climb, and runs to the yard of the village chief's house all day long.
There was a childish voice in the courtyard.
"Wu Xiaoer, crying dad shouted that his mother wanted to lie in bed, Wu Xiaoer, the sun is on the tip of his buttocks" Within two seconds, another voice came from the house, through the door, not as loud as the one in the courtyard, with a soft milky sound.
"You're just in bed, I'm already up" "You lied to people, why didn't you come out to play when you got up, you must still be wearing clothes, hehe, Wu Xiaoer, crying dad shouted that his mother wanted to lie in bed, Wu Xiaoer, the sun" There was another vague voice in the room, as if Wu Xiaoer was talking to someone else.
Suddenly, the window was pushed open, and the voice of the old man who had appeared at the beginning reappeared: "Go and go home quickly, don't come to my house today" Before the old man's voice fell, Wu Xiaoer made a fuss: "Why can't I go out, I'm going to go out" "No, I can't go out today.
You stay in the house for me, if you go out, your father and mother will come back in a while, and let them beat you," the old man threatened.
"Wow" Wu Xiaoer cried.
The house was in a mess, and it seemed to frighten the children in the yard, and they didn't hear a sound for a long time.
Zixi listened with her ears pricked up, and suddenly the door creaked open a little, and the light from the outside poured into the room.
Zixi found out that the windows of this room were facing north and the doors were facing south, and it was morning when the sun outside had begun to scorch.
She squinted and vaguely saw a half-human-tall figure standing in front of the door.
"Sister Qinqin, why are you still lying in bed?"
As soon as the voice came out, Zixi recognized that this was the child who was in the yard just now.
Zixi didn't answer, and saw the kid come in through the door sideways, it turned out that he was afraid that he would be found out that he hadn't left yet, so he only opened a little crack in the door, just enough for his little body to enter.
The old man's eyes were not good, and he was busy comforting Wu Xiaoer, but he didn't notice that the child outside didn't leave under his scolding, but instead got into another room separated by two rooms.
"Sister Qinqin" The child tilted his head suspiciously, leaned over, and reached out to touch Zixi's forehead, "Are you sick?"
He remembered that when he was sick, A-Niang always touched his forehead.
"It's not hot" The kid said to himself, in fact, he couldn't figure out whether it was hot when someone had a fever, he just wanted to play with the sister in front of him, seeing that Zixi hadn't reacted yet, he reached out and pushed her again, "Sister Qinqin, what are you doing, get up quickly, let's go outside to play Today Wu Xiaoer doesn't know what's wrong, he is locked in the house and can't come out to play."
By the way, he must have been unbelievable and did something wrong.
Sister Qinqin, Wu Xiaoer, what did he do, you see Uncle Wu didn't let him come out.
I've never seen Uncle Wu so fierce. ” The child chattered beside Zixi, stretched out his hand to scratch the quilt, scraped the futon with his nails, made a sizzling sound, turned his head, and saw Zixi didn't say a word, but kept his eyes open to look at him, the calm and weird expression startled him, and the words became stammering.
"Qin, Sister Qinqin, you, what are you doing to look at me like this" He unconsciously stroked his chest, and his heart was so frightened that he jumped a few times, and he who never knew fear suddenly felt a chill in his back.
"Yes, is it too dark?"
He subconsciously wanted her to be exposed to more sunlight, or he felt that sunlight could drive away the strange sensations on Wu Qinqin's body.
As he spoke, he got out of bed and ran to the door, trying to open it wider and let in more sunlight.
He ran two or three steps before he remembered that there was an Uncle Wu outside, and he had sneaked in.
He is a flexible master, when he thinks of Uncle Wu outside, he turns around sharply, regardless of the slippery soles of his feet that almost made him fall, and ran back to pull Zixi's hand.
Since I can't open the gate, it's good to drag people into the sun.
At least one person accompanies him, one person scolds two people, and he has more confidence.
"Sister Qinqin, you still want to go to the sun with me" The doll's hand strength was really a little strong, Zixi was unguarded, and he was almost dragged off the bed, reflexively grabbing the edge of the bed, so he didn't fall off the bed.
Only then did she realize that her body was so light, with thin arms and hands, and there were not a few taels of flesh on her body, no wonder the child could drag her.
This movement, as if shattering the static world that had been maintained before, Zixi shook off the hand that had been knocked by the wooden bed and sat up.
The quilt on her body slid down as she sat up, revealing her neatly dressed clothes.
Before Zixi realized this, she heard the child sigh in surprise.
"Sister Qinqin, how do you sleep with your clothes on?"
Zixi followed his words, looked down, and found this unusual.
That's right, how could it be sleeping with clothes covered with quilts, more and more doubts appeared, and all of this, only by attracting the soul of this named Qinqin can we know the answer.
"Sister Qinqin" He felt that this Sister Qinqin was too weird today, not only answered, but even her movements were half a beat slow, not at all like the way she usually babbled.
Zixi raised his head and met his suspicious eyes, thinking that he had to deal with the past before he could go out, so he made up a random statement: "Oh, I have already gotten up at first. ” "Yo Xi" people are little ghosts and big children learn the tone of those little Japanese in the war drama, and the tail note drags on for a long time, although he doesn't know what this word means, but he always feels very majestic, his hands are around his chest, and one foot is on the ground, "It turns out that you are dripping, you are deceiving me drip" Zixi chuckled in her heart, isn't it, this kid is so fine that he looks like he is only five or six years old, and even the excuse she made up that doesn't look like an excuse can be heard by the soul probe of fast wear :