Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

Two hundred years after Qi Sui left, another little white bird flew from the snow-capped mountains.

He was injured and fell to the window sill, dying.

Very similar to the first little white bird.

No, it's almost exactly the same.

Chu Ci took it home just like last time. After it was cured, he couldn't throw it away.

He named the little bird "Xiaobai".

Like the first little white, it can pick locks, likes to play with Swagger, likes to get into the rabbit's nest, and likes to hide under his quilt.

Likewise, it doesn't like to drink porridge.

It looks like Xiaobai, more like Suisui.

They spent seven years together.

Later, he was buried under the windbreak forest, next to the first Xiaobai.

-

Three hundred years after Qi Sui left, the third "little white" flew from the snow mountain.

The 400th anniversary of Qi Sui’s departure.

The 500th anniversary of Qi Sui’s departure.

Six hundredth year.

Seven hundredth year.

Eight hundred years.

The nine hundredth year.

Every hundred years, a "little white" will fly next to him.

Later, Chu Ci guarded every seven years of every hundred years. He waited for every "Xiaobai" and every "Suisui".

The 900th year that Qi Sui left was also the seventh year that the ninth little white came to the snow mountain. It lay in the small nest Chu Ci made for it, stroking its belly and taking a nap.

Chu Ci counted the time and felt sour in his heart. He stretched out his hand to touch its head and choked up: "Will you still remember the nest you went home to this time?"

Xiaobai opened his eyes, tilted his head, stood up from his nest, flapped his wings and chirped twice.

Chu Ci laughed out loud, "That's settled, pull the hook."

Xiaobai nodded, raised his head and pecked his fingers, and then pulled the red rope on his wrist.

"But you can't get hurt again this time." Chu Ci said, "You get hurt every time you come here. Next time you come here injured, I will punish you with porridge. You won't stop until you drink a bowl."

Xiaobai blinked and chirped twice in protest.

Chu Ci smiled again, "You will definitely live a long life this time, right?"

Xiaobai flew around the room twice, and finally landed on the man's shoulder, and his plush head rubbed his ear intimately.

It was obviously not a formal commitment scene at all, Chu Ci was even afraid that it would lie to him, what if it didn't come in a hundred years, what if...

The hook is useless.

Talking is useless.

Signing and stamping are useless.

Chu Ci took a deep breath and tried his best to hold back the tears that were about to well up in his eyes. He waved his hand and the world fell into darkness.

Only a night light flickered misty light on the top of the mountain in the wind and snow.

"Xiaobai, sleep."

"Suisui, goodbye."

-

After the ninth Xiaobai left, Chu Ci waited for the tenth century again.

After that, Chu Ci would look up at the sky while walking along the mountain range, in addition to his usual duties.

Let’s see if the tenth little white one will fly back early.

Occasionally he would go down the mountain and look at the things in the market, thinking a lot.

such as.

"It's time to give Xiaobai a new nest."

"This restaurant has a new style. When the time comes, learn to make it and see if he likes it."

"Buy more cotton and put it in your nest to keep warm."

"and this……"

"These are new clothes. They will definitely look good on Suisui. Buy them all."

Not long after, the cabin was filled with several boxes full of things, including the things he had bought for Suisui before, whether they were clothes, food, drinks and entertainment.

After packing up, I found that many of the things I bought earlier were broken.

Chu Ci looked at them for a long time and had no choice but to throw them all away and make room for new ones.

But this time, the hundred years are particularly long.

Chu Ci stared at the sky every day when Xiaobai was about to arrive, and he would also stare at the window sill in the house, fearing that Xiaobai would get hurt and fly in if he didn't pay attention.

But this time.

After the appointed time, he waited year after year.

Even though this century is almost over, Chu Ci still hasn't waited for the tenth Xiaobai.

"Lied to me."

"Lie to me again..."

Chu Ci looked at the sky, his heart slowly falling, and he fell into the bottomless abyss, burying his bones into the mountains together.

He turned away and returned to the cabin, "I won't believe you again next time."

A heavy sheet of snow fell behind him, lifting up the man's thin clothes and covering all his footprints in the snow.

Only the small window of the cabin was open.

-

In the thousandth year since Qi Sui left, the tenth Xiaobai still hasn't come.

Chu Ci once went down the snow-capped mountain to see if it was snowing too heavily and wet its feathers, preventing it from flying to the top of the mountain.

But he searched and looked and looked again and again, but could not find a single feather.

Chu Ci could only swallow the hope back into his stomach again.

Taking a nap at noon, Chu Ci was dreaming.

I dreamed about the Changqi Palace back then. Everything was fine at the beginning, but in a blink of an eye, it was the sacrifice a thousand years ago again.

He felt uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, so he dreamed about it again for the past thousand years.

Xiaobai, Xiaobai...

noob.

Chu Ci murmured, "Suisui, why don't you go home..."

When he woke up, Chu Ci was drowsy from sleep.

As soon as I regained consciousness, I couldn't even open my eyelids.

The whole person looked like he had just been rescued from drowning, with sticky hair on his forehead and breathing heavily.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the small window sill, but there was nothing there.

"Suisui, where are you..."

-

Chu Ci had dinner alone and swept away the snow at the door. He sat and suddenly looked at the bird's nest on the table in trance.

The bird's nest was a new one he made, and he stuffed it with cotton so it wouldn't get cold in the snowy mountains.

But this time Xiaobai didn't come back.

It broke its promise.

He didn't know how long he watched it, counting the days over and over in his mind, thinking that he would wait another year.

He wouldn't wait another year.

Although he said the same thing last year.

Chu Ci thought a lot in confusion. The time span was too far, and he could only imagine the reality. He couldn't help but start to feel dazed and dizzy again.

He was tired and took off his coat to go to bed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

Chu Ci paused, thinking it couldn't be Fu Hua.

But this guy usually comes during the day. Who could be here at night? There are no other people living on the snow-capped mountains...

He was distracted and the knock on the door started again.

Especially clear in the silent night.

A door away, he heard a "Chu Ci".

——Someone was calling his name.

That call traveled through thousands of years, melting every piece of snow-rippled thoughts, creating every inch of time that passed by for thousands of years, and reaching the top of the snow-capped mountains.

"Sui, Suisui..."

Chu Ci never thought that he would have such difficulty walking just a few meters away. His feet felt like lead, stumbling and stumbling.

He was not breathing, and his vision was momentarily blurry.

He was afraid that it was his imagination and that he had heard wrongly again.

But the moment the door is opened.

A small night light on the window sill illuminated the boundless night. The young man was covered in wind and snow, and he was still as carefree and carefree as before.

"Chu Ci, I'm back."

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2024.02.04