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Fujiko Yin's sudden arrival and hasty departure were like pebbles thrown into a lake, only a small circle of ripples appeared, and then the lake returned to calm again.

However, after that, Fujiko became more and more attached to Yan Che, as long as he didn't go to the field with Yan Guoqiang and basically saw where Fujiko was, then Yan Che must be there too.

The elders don't think there is anything unusual about it, the two brothers have a good relationship, which is what adults are most happy to see.

However, Zhao Cuihua and Yan Jiang don't think so.

night.

The mountain village is very quiet.

In addition to the occasional mountain wind whimpering and a few dogs barking in the distance, and the rhythmic singing of insects and birds, on a moonless night, the world is shrouded in darkness, and there is a sense of depression.

In the bamboo building at the foot of Wuxu Mountain.

Yan Jiang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and finally stared at the dark bamboo ceiling with his arms on his pillow, dazed in a daze.

Maybe it was because of Yan Jiang's tossing and turning, maybe Zhao Cuihua didn't want to sleep either.

So, Zhao Cuihua turned around, tore off Yan Jiang's arm, and after resting her pillow, she looked at the ceiling like her own man.

"Why don't you sleep?" Yan Jiang adjusted the position of his arms, gave Zhao Cuihua the best "pillow", and turned his face to look at Zhao Cuihua in the dark.

"Didn't you sleep too?" Zhao Cuihua replied to Yan Jiang angrily, and then began to sigh: "He, what do you think is going on with the third child and Xiaoteng?"

Yan Jiang's body froze, and he drank with a guilty conscience: "What's going on? What's going on?"

"Stop yelling at me, I have my own eyes." Zhao Cuihua rolled her eyes in the dark, and pinched the tendon on Yan Jiang's arm: "Don't move, the pillow is uncomfortable."

Sure enough, Yan Jiang obediently did not move, Shan Shou rested his head on his pillow, stared at the ceiling, and did not speak.

"Say they have a good relationship, and you are the eldest brother, why don't you hang around behind the third brother every day?" Zhao Cuihua continued: "I think something is wrong."

"What are you talking about? Go to bed and go to sleep." Yan Jiang was annoyed when he heard this, he drew back his arm, and directly gave Zhao Cuihua a bear-like back.

The "pillow" was suddenly pulled, and Zhao Cuihua's head fell to the original pillow. Seeing Yan Jiang like this, Zhao Cuihua gritted her teeth angrily, stretched out her claws, and pinched Yan Jiang's back... As a result, Yan Jiang Jiang's flesh is too strong, so Zhao Cuihua said "Ouch" and said, "Don't break my nails, I have thick skin, huh!"

In the end, she heard Yan Jiang's snoring sound, and Zhao Cuihua raised her leg angrily, wanting to kick this man out of bed.

Zhao Cuihua didn't know whether Yan Jiang was really asleep or pretending to be asleep, but she still had her own thoughts: the third child is not young anymore, and he is so handsome, if... that's really hard to say.

In the early years, Zhao Cuihua knew that the only son of the old Yang family in the town was not good at school, so she went out early to work in the coastal area for a few years, but she didn't like to go home after she left.

The old lady and the old man thought it was impossible for their son, so the old couple looked for it, and only then did they find out the reason why the son didn't come home-the only Miaoer at home lived with a man and messed around.

Even if Lao Yang and the old couple are honest people, seeing two naked men fighting on the bed... even if they are not enlightened, they will understand what happened, right?

Lao Yang was so angry that he was sent to the hospital on the spot, and now he has fallen into the root cause of his illness, lying on the bed with hemiplegia and letting his wife take care of him.

As for the son of the Yang family, not only didn’t he come back to see his mother and father who gave birth to him afterwards, but in the end he directly changed the phone and changed the house, and he didn’t even send a letter to the family. He said that he had done something wrong, his wife was lying on the bed and could not move, and his son had become a pervert. Now there is no news, and his family members don't know if he is alive or dead.

Thinking about it, Zhao Cuihua only felt her scalp go numb.

Everyone in the village knows that my uncle was born well.I remember someone teased Zhao Cuihua earlier and asked: "Cuihua, you said your uncle is so handsome and a famous college student, what kind of mother-in-law and aunt do you have to find him to be worthy of him?"

At that time, Zhao Cuihua didn't mind, she just smiled and said, "How would I know? Uncle is already a city dweller, how could he still find a country mother-in-law? Just save your little thoughts!"

Now that I think about it carefully now, Zhao Cuihua's spine is getting colder the more she thinks about it: Isn't it true, the third child looks like... How many women can be worthy of him?Do you really want to find some movie star?Are people willing to follow them to live in this poor corner?Even if you don't look for the beautiful one, the rusty and ordinary one?A mother-in-law's family is not as handsome as her own man... Then, it seems... It's not a problem, is it? !

Soon.

Yan Jiang really fell asleep.

Now, it turned into Zhao Cuihua struggling with heart and brain, tossing and turning, and going around was just one problem—what should I do?What kind of mother-in-law and aunt should the third child find?You can't really marry the third child as a daughter, can you? !Ouch……

After getting up the next day.

As soon as Zhao Cuihua, with green face and two big dark circles, came out of the room, she saw Fujiko following Yan Che's buttocks... and suddenly said "Ouch", thinking why does Naorener hurt so much? !

Zhao Cuihua, who was stretching out her hand and waiting for Yan Jiang to come to help her, did not expect that her voice was not low, and a louder exclamation than her voice came from the other end.

"Ah, third uncle, third uncle, come and see, what a beautiful black goose, what a beautiful black goose!" Shen Chun clapped his palms, and a crisp, tender and sharp voice came from the direction of the pond.

"Are there any black geese?" Yan Jialing's voice was suspicious.

"That's right." Shen Chunzhi's childish voice was full of disdain.

"I've never seen a black goose, it's definitely not a goose." Yan Jialing's tone was clearly sullen, as if he was looked down upon by the girl and hurt his "man's self-esteem", and decisively pulled Shen Qiu into the water: "Shen Qiu Qiu, don’t you think so?”

"...Three, third uncle must know." After a while, Shen Qiu's voice came over.

"Whose geese in the bay came here?" Zhao Cuihua, who was holding Yan Jiang's arm, looked up at Yan Jiang after hearing the children's argument.

Yan Jiang shook his head: "I remember that no one in the bay has raised geese in the past few years."

Hearing Yan Jiang's words, Yan Che also raised his head from the bamboo stalk under the bamboo forest: "Why haven't you raised geese in these few years?" In Yan Che's memory, many households in the bay used to raise geese. This goose is different. Compared with chickens and ducks, geese are extremely territorial and aggressive. When it comes to guarding the house, geese are not inferior to dogs.

When Yan Che asked, Fujiko also looked at Yan Jiang and his wife.

After staying in the countryside for a long time, Fujiko who is familiar with everyone around him has to follow him around. It is because of this that Fujiko is wary of the housekeeper dog. He did not expect that the goose barks more than a dog. People grit their teeth.

Thinking about it this way, Fujiko suddenly felt a little pain in his left calf. When he went to Linjiagou to deliver things earlier, Fujiko was pecked by a big white goose from Lin Er's family. Although there was no bleeding, the large group of bruises But it disappeared after a week.

"Isn't that a plague of poultry a few years ago? Not to mention our Yanjiawan, almost all the chickens, ducks and geese in the more than ten villages of Fuyuan Township have almost died. The fire burned directly and buried it. Think about it, who has worked so hard to feed and grow up, and who doesn’t feel sorry for this?” Yan Jiang calmly pushed away Zhao Cuihua’s hand pinching his waist, and hid Arriving under the grape trellis: "Grandpa Seven over there is getting old. Does he have any children to take care of him? At that time, he was counting on the few geese sold and fed at the end of the year to subsidize the family. He thought that those geese were basically kept at home. Eating, running all over the yard, very spirited, Seventh Grandpa also thought there should be no major problems, when the village committee went to disinfect, Seventh Grandpa concealed the truth that a few geese were still at home. I never thought about it, it was only two days later A person who came to visit relatives in our Yanjiawan had a high fever that night, and they were taken directly to the town health center in the middle of the night. After checking, it turned out that he was bitten by something... Fortunately, he found it in time and nothing happened It's a big deal, but Grandpa Seven's geese were also caught and burned, and no one will raise geese after that."

"No, you don't know what that person looked like at that time. His face was as white as a dead person, and he thought he couldn't be saved." Probably because of the exclamation of Shen Chun's children, Zhang Chaoying also wore an apron. Walking out of the kitchen, he answered Yan Jiang's words: "Let's not talk about our Yanjiawan, even in the town, there are very few people who raise geese."

"No wonder there are no goose eggs sold in our town these years." Zhao Cuihua suddenly realized: "Could it be because of this?"

Zhang Chaoying nodded: "Actually speaking, raising geese is more cost-effective than chickens and ducks, and goose eggs are also sold at a higher price... But after that incident, no one dared to buy goose eggs, let alone goose eggs."

"I'm telling you, but the goose eggs are very fragrant." Yan Che touched his nose and whispered.

Zhang Chaoying's ears were sharp, and when he heard it, he walked up to Yan Che and poked Yan Che's forehead: "Aren't our eggs delicious?"

Yan Che dodged Zhang Chaoying's second wave of Yiyang fingers, and ran towards the pond as if fleeing, saying while running, "I'll go see what the little guys are shouting about."

Looking at the back of Yan Che running away, Zhang Chaoying laughed out loud: "Run slowly, look at you kid, you are still an uncle!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang Chaoying finished speaking, his eyes flickered... Fujiko, who yelled "wait for me", also chased after him, making Zhang Chaoying laugh and curse: "One or two are like this, more and more go back... Run slowly, it's early in the morning!"

Seeing Fujiko chasing Yan Che's back, Zhao Cuihua carefully glanced at Yan Jiang, and sure enough, Yan Jiang's face turned blue.

As soon as Yan Che reached the edge of the pond, he was dragged to a corner by Shen Chunyan's family mausoleum from left to right.

Shen Qiu obediently and quietly followed behind Yan Che, smiling and immersed in the gentle smile that rubbed his head and praised him for his understanding when Yan Che came over just now.

Although Fujiko felt a little sore in his heart, but looking at the well-behaved Shen Qiu, he still stretched out his hand to protect the child carefully so as not to slip into the pond... Although the water in the pond is not deep, the weather is getting cooler and the water temperature will naturally not be high. It's easy to catch a cold if you go down.

When the two big and three little ones came to the direction Shen Chunyan's family was pointing at, Yan Che let out a "huh" and put his index finger on his lips, signaling the little ones to stop talking, then waved at Fujiko, and said in a low voice: " Get your phone here."

"Why?" Fujiko didn't understand, but obediently handed over the phone.

Holding the mobile phone, Yan Che adjusted it a few times, and took a few photos of the deep emerald lotus leaves, and then dragged two children who didn't know why, and asked Fujiko to lead Shen Qiu to follow , Back under the willow tree on the shore.

"What's wrong?" Fujiko looked at the excited Yan Che blankly.

"Come here." Yan Che waved at Fujiko, and Fujiko leaned over happily.

In twos and twos, Yan Che called out the photo he just took and handed it to Fujiko: "Look, what is this?"

Fujiko took it over and took a look. Except for the emerald green water and the deep emerald lotus leaves, the space between the lotus leaves and the water surface was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything. She frowned: "What?"

Yan Jialing watched the two get closer and closer, and his parents also walked over in a daze. In a hurry, they squeezed between the two, dodging the mobile phone in Yan Che's hand, and raised his voice: "Uncle Xiaoteng , you are old and your eyesight is bad, don't you see that this dark thing is a goose?"

The little Shen Chun saw the three of them crowded together, and squeezed in as if to join in the fun, stood on tiptoe, grabbed Yan Jialing's hand and leaned over to look at it, and after looking at it, he chirped again: "Ah, three Uncle, this is it, this is it, what a beautiful big black goose."

Hearing the words of the two little ones, Yan Che glanced at Fujiko, as if to say, "What kind of eyes, it's not as sharp as the little ones".

At this glance, Fujiko's heart trembled, and at the same time, his old face blushed, and he leaned in front of the phone again... Looking carefully, it really seemed that there was something, not just a shadow: "This is Goose?"

Yan Che pursed his lips and shook his head: "I don't think so, why don't we go to Liujiatan and ask Mr. Zeng?"

Fujiko glanced at the phone twice and thought for a while: "Isn't it?"

Yan Che gave Fujiko a hard look: "I think it looks like a swan in the pictures on the Internet, take a closer look..."

In this room, Yan Che Fujiko stared at the family with strange eyes, rushed into the house and turned on the computer, compared the photos with the pictures of swans on the Internet, and opened the "Hometown Beauty" webpage.

As we all know, as soon as you log in to the webpage, you will be attracted by a red top post.

The post was posted by a netizen who came to Yanjiawan for tourism. After this netizen came to Yanjiawan, he was attracted by another place within two days - that is the mysterious Pingliang Mountain.

Speaking of which, the biggest hobby in this life is "seeing and traveling all over the mountains and rivers of the motherland", and he is a hardcore donkey friend.

When he came to Yanjiawan, although he was indeed attracted by the surrounding scenery of Yanjiawan, what made his blood boil was the mysterious Pingliang Mountain (he wanted to enter Jiguan Mountain, and he had to agree with the Yan family).

The day before yesterday, when this netizen came to Yanjiawan for the second time, this netizen was equipped with a lot of field equipment and was fully prepared to enter Pingliang Mountain.

However, as soon as I arrived at the foot of Pingliang Mountain, I was startled by a deafening thumping sound.

At this moment, this netizen remembered what he thought was the old hunter’s warning—Pingliang Mountain is not an ordinary mountain, Pingliang Mountain is a real deep mountain and old forest. Although it is not very high, it cannot withstand the boundless old forest of Pingliang Mountain.This kind of old forest is the most mysterious, maybe you will meet some weird beasts.

At that moment, the netizen felt complacent and began to really think about the feasibility of going to the mountain alone.

However, the moment he looked up, he was stunned.

That's right.

The beginning of the post was just a simple running description. What really excited everyone was the countless photos posted by this netizen.

Those photos were all taken by him on the outskirts of Pingliang Mountain, frame by frame, all of which are rare birds that many people can only see in the pictures and in the park.

Yan Che and Fujiko looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"Are these pictures taken at Pingliang Mountain?" Fujiko asked.

Yan Che nodded, not knowing how to answer.

Fujiko was silent, he thought of the horror experience when he entered the mountain with Yan Che last time... that horrible and mysterious place that has been hanging in the bottom of his heart, mysterious and mysterious.

"These should be rare migratory birds going to the south for the winter." Yan Che lightly swiped his finger across the screen, pointing directly at the photos on the web page: "Look at this."

After hearing the words, Fujiko happened to see the photo Yan Che was pointing at: "Huh? Is it the same as the one we took?"

Yan Che looked at the introduction below and exclaimed, "Ah, this is really a black swan."

"Huh?" Fujiko moved her head closer, her eyes fixed on the screen: "It's different from what we took."

Yan Che rolled his eyes: Of course it's different, they shoot at close range, we take pictures with mobile phones, can they compare with their professional photography equipment?

After thinking about it, Yan Che couldn't help feeling a little admiration for this netizen: he really is a professional donkey friend.

Yan Che and Fujiko were all studying the photos in front of the computer in the room.

Outside, Yu Zongyi and his wife had already carried (carried?) the snowball to the gate of Wuxu Mountain. Behind them was an elegant old man with gray hair and plain clothes.

As soon as the old man arrived at the door, he raised his eyes to look at the yard inside the door, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Teacher, this is Wuxu Mountain." Zeng Yan pretended not to see the old man's expression, lightly patted the restless Snowball, and introduced it to the old man with a slight smile.

The old man glanced at Xueqiuer who was screaming and going to the ground, and the surprise in his eyes turned into helplessness: "Xiao Zeng, did this snow lemur come here by itself?"

Zeng Yan nodded, but said in her heart: I came here with Xiaojin and Xiaoyin.

The three of them were still talking at the door when they heard a child's exclamation from the yard.

Zeng Yan certainly recognized that it was Shen Chun, the sister of Yan Che's adopted brother and sister: "Ah, brother, come and see, there are two ducks under the lotus leaf, flower ducks!"

"It's definitely not a duck, a duck is bigger than this!" This time it was Yan Jialing.

"Hmph, you don't understand anything. Just now you said it wasn't a goose. The third uncle said it was a black swan!" Shen Chun's contemptuous voice came.

"Black swan?" The old man was startled when he heard this, and looked at Zeng Yan.

Zeng Yan also frowned slightly and glanced at Yu Zongyi.

Yu Zongyi originally showed a satisfied smile when he heard Yan Jialing's voice, but now he was a little stunned when he received the look in his wife's eyes: "Black swan?"

"Go, go in and take a look." Seeing that the couple really didn't know, the old man looked serious, and took the lead in stepping into the courtyard, and walked towards the pond where the children were chirping.

Knowing that Yu Zongyi and his wife brought people to Wuxu Mountain, when Yan Che heard the news, only Zeng Yan, who was standing by the pond in a daze, and the three little guys who were still wandering around the pond... umm , behind them is a little white tail that chirps cheerfully, Snowball.

"Old Zeng... Aunt Zeng, where are my brother and the others?" Yan Che glanced around, and found that the adults in the family didn't seem to be at home.

"Ah." Zeng Yan came back to her senses, and when she saw that it was Yan Che, she "dodged" to Yan Che in three steps in two, grabbed Yan Che's hand, pointed at the pond, and said in an excited tone: " Yan Che, look, look, what is that?"

Yan Che was puzzled, looked in the direction Zeng Yan was pointing, and let out a soft "Huh": "Which family's duck came to my house?"

Hearing Yan Che's words, Zeng Yan was so angry that she almost vomited blood, and slapped Yan Che hard on the shoulder: "Stinky boy, what eyes are you looking at? Thanks to you having so many books, those are mandarin ducks, mandarin ducks, not ducks, but mandarin ducks." -"

Yan Che was stunned, and looked at Zeng Yan a little dullly: "Aunt Zeng, then, is that a mandarin duck?" Why is it so duck-like? !Is it really the legendary mandarin duck? !

Zeng Yan seemed to see what Yan Che was thinking, she gave Yan Che a vicious look, stomped her foot and said, "Play the piano with a cow."

Yanjiawan became famous again.

On newspapers and TVs, news about Yanjiawan's generation can be seen on this day-a large number of rare migratory birds that should have gone south for the winter appeared in Pingliang Mountain. The number and variety of them are rare in history.

And in Jiguanshan Lake and Wantou River in Yanjiawan, there are also big birds that many people have never seen before inhabiting, looking for food, and roaming around.

This not only attracts tourists who are ready to enjoy the rural life, but also attracts a large number of bird watching enthusiasts, as well as some criminals with ulterior motives.

Looking at groups of three or five, groups of two, and groups of tourists armed with long guns and short guns, the generation of Yanjiawan has some common ills in domestic scenic spots - no matter how good the place is, no matter how good the scenery is, there are crowds of people , When you push and squeeze, it just becomes a market.

After several serious man-made accidents that should not have happened and could have been avoided, not only the Fuyuan Township Government began to have a headache, but even the Zhicheng City Committee was named several times at the provincial meeting.

And the various law enforcement departments, even more focused on fighting fires and people, concentrated their manpower and material resources, and rushed to this remote place that was once impoverished and backward, but is now so "prosperous" that heinously.

Standing in the grass pavilion on the top of Wuxu Mountain, Yan Yuanzhao was frowning, while Yan Che remained silent behind the old man.

"Frequent visions, there must be disasters..." After a long time, the old man sighed, turned and returned to the stone table, put down his crutches, sat on the stone bench and took the tea offered by Yan Che: "San Er, now So many people, it’s not a good sign!”

Hearing this, Yan Che frowned slightly: "Yeah, I didn't expect so many people to come all at once." Thinking about those scenic spots... Yan Che's brows frowned even deeper: "Old Ancestor, it's not the way to go on like this, we have to think about it." A trick!"

The old man took a sip of tea and nodded his head: "Major Huang came here in the morning and said that the higher-ups have been in a hurry for the past two days."

Yan Che was startled: "Why..."

The old man continued: "I like making money, but when something goes wrong... everyone wants to escape responsibility. And... We have so many rare animals here at once, and we have to prevent thieves from poaching... Hey, several villages are shouting Can't bear it."

"Brother Shengqun, did you say that the higher-ups have taken any action?" Yan Che asked the old man, refilling his tea.

"I didn't say anything, but I just said that Secretary Zhang was criticized very badly this time." The old man picked up his crutches and tapped the ground "dumbly": "What's the matter?"

Yan Che avoided his sight with a guilty conscience, and his heart tightened: Could it be because of a series of effects brought by the Tianyuan Pearl? !But I didn't spill the clear water everywhere!First it was the golden camellia from Qiwang Mountain, and now it's...the piles are endless, what's going on? !

A moment of silence.

The old man took a careful look at Yan Che, moved his mouth, finally coughed, and said awkwardly: "Well, San'er, Patriarch... Patriarch has something, I haven't, I haven't told you."

Yan Che frowned, feeling that what the old man was about to say would not be a very good thing.

"Hmm... cough... that high-tech potion of yours..." Yan Che's eyelids started to twitch, he stood up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Old Ancestor, could it be that you took the potion to Pingliang Mountain?"

The old man turned his face to the side, because he was nervous and guilty, and because he seemed to have done something wrong, the nerves on his face twitched a little: "No, it's just...it's just that I don't want people to pay attention to the changes in Wuxu Mountain...cough... let You and your uncle... um, cough... poured the potion you concocted into the lake of Jiguan Mountain after memorizing it for two months."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Yan Che's body softened, and he sat back on the stone bench, muttering: "How long?"

"Ahem..." The old man is really embarrassed now: "I reckon that the situation on Qiwang Mountain is mostly caused by the potion... Cough cough... Qiwang Mountain is close to the lake of water to 'live'."

"No wonder, no wonder... I'll just say... Oh, Patriarch, now..." Yan Che thumped his thigh so hard that he almost bit his tongue.