Shut up, call Daxian [Entertainment]

Huang Xi sprawled out, lying lazily on a piece of soft grass, chewing a piece of pigeon meat mechanically with his mouth, his round eyes were full of grievances, and his fluffy tail drooped listlessly.

After swallowing the last piece of meat, Huang Xi raised his right foreleg and counted with his paws, one, two, three, four, five. When his right paw was used up, he raised his left foreleg and continued to count, six, seven .

Seven days, today is the seventh day he woke up.Who would have thought that it took him 300 years to transform into a shape, and when he woke up, things were different.

The location of the cave he was looking for at the beginning was quite good, it was a good place to practice transformation without losing its aura.I still remember that day after saying goodbye to his little friend, he lay down in it, happily waiting for the Gestalt to go to the city with his little friend.But when he woke up again, there was no shadow of his little friend, and the surroundings were pitch black, without a trace of aura, which made him blew out in fright.

When he struggled to climb out of the cave, he found that the mountain had changed a lot. The trees were taller and the grass was thicker, but his spiritual companions disappeared one by one.He panicked, and ran around the whole mountain for a long time. Fortunately, there were some interesting flowers and trees, which didn't make him suddenly lonely. Finally, he found a note in Peacock's house: Xiaoxixi, we I went to the human world to wander, come find us after you wake up.

After stabilizing his emotions, Huang Xi probed his meridians, only then did he realize that he had slept for 300 years, no wonder those few left the mountain and went to the city.

Although he could go to them, Huang Xi didn't want to live in the city all the time, because he liked the life in the mountains, and he could catch pheasants to eat anytime, so he casually left the note and didn't read it again.

But now, he hasn't eaten chicken for a week.

A weasel about [-] centimeters in size gave his middle finger to the sky full of resentment. There is not a single chicken in the mountain. Is this killing him?

Since yesterday, he has been thinking about whether to go to Peacock and the others, but he hesitated until now.

The little weasel turned over impatiently, kicked its two hind paws, and got up on one wheel.He nimbly shuttled through the mountains and forests, and finally stopped in front of a cave.

Huang Xi walked into his home, took a small bag and began to pack his belongings, ginseng, white fungus, herbs and so on.These are all dug up in his free time. Although they are not delicious, they are very effective in satisfying hunger.

Huang Xi used his little claws to grab the herbs and put them into the small bag. After a while, all the herbs in a small mountain bag were put into the small bag.Huang Xi shook the small bag, nothing fell out, and he carried the bag on his body in satisfaction.

This bag is a storage bag, which can hold a lot of things. He found it in the transformation hole after waking up. He doesn't know who it is. Anyway, he found it, and now it belongs to him.

After carrying his bag, Huang Xi ran out of the cave and stopped at the entrance of the cave. He turned around, stood up, clasped his front paws, and bowed to the mountain where he had lived for more than 500 years.

After worshiping the mountain, Huang Xi didn't miss it any more, turned around and disappeared.

When Huang Xi walked halfway up the mountain, the sorrow of leaving home was almost gone. He began to wander slowly, teasing the grass for a while, and exchanging thoughts with the spiritual old tree for a while.While he was running after a butterfly, he tripped over something suddenly.

Huang Xi shook his head and got up, pulled the grass under his feet, and grabbed the thing that tripped him - a pitch-black ball.

Huang Xi stared at his round eyes for a while, but he couldn't see what the black ball was. He moved over to sniff it curiously. There was a strong smell of burning, and a faint smell of chicken. .

Yuanyuan's eyes were shining, Huang Xi's weasel face was full of joy, he couldn't wait to bring the black ball to his mouth, and opened his mouth to bite.

The open mouth stopped one centimeter above the black ball, Huang Xi stopped there and thought for a long time, finally took the black ball away reluctantly, touched it in his hand over and over again, and made sure that the black ball was still alive, he swallowed hard Drooling, carefully put the black ball into the small bag.

After hatching and raising them before eating, Huang Xi comforted himself in his heart because he was so small and had no meat.

Although he didn't eat it, the whole weasel in Huangxi felt like he was about to ascend. He could smell chicken!Not pigeons, not mice.It's a chicken, a real chicken!

He just picked up a chicken when he came out of the mountain. Does it mean that there are more chickens in the city? Huang Xi jumped up and down excitedly, then leaned back, exerted force on his hind legs, and swished out.

Huang Xi's speed was extremely fast, and occasionally someone saw a yellow figure passing by, but when they looked closely, there was nothing there, so they shook their heads and didn't care anymore.

The weasel was originally a flexible animal, let alone the mature Huang Xi. When he almost crossed the road where many big guys were running, he realized that he had arrived in the city.

Huang Xi avoided the feet of pedestrians, trotted a few steps and hid in a corner, propped up, looking curiously at the city that was completely different from before.There are plenty of people here, and the happiness of the people is very strong. There is no fear of war, and no hopelessness for the future. Although there is very little breath of prayer, it is still comfortable. His ears trembled.

After thinking for a while, he walked to a hiding place.When he came out again, there was no sign of the weasel, only a young boy who was not tall, had a delicate appearance, and was full of innocence.

Huang Xi didn't rush to find friends, but wandered around the city for a while.

Suddenly, a voice that penetrated into his soul came and cheered him up.

"Iron gates, iron windows, iron chains

Holding the bars with my hands, I go outside

what a wonderful life out there

What day will I return to my homeland

What day will I return to my homeland

Chains lock me

friends listen to me sing a song

There is regret and hatred in singing

Fly with the singing

......"

He heard the sound and looked, and saw a ragged, dark, musty-smelling man lying on the ground in the distance, crawling at an extremely slow speed.The man held a bowl in his left hand and a black box in his right, looking weak and helpless.

He tremblingly raised the bowl in his hand, but was dodged by passers-by one by one. He put down his hand, dragged his legs and moved forward slowly, stopped, raised the bowl in his hand again, was dodged again, and so on. , but he never gave up.

Huang Xi felt a sense of sadness in his heart, but with deep admiration, he walked up to the man and bowed deeply.

The bowl was lifted slowly, Huang Xi couldn't bear to refuse the old man, and slowly took the bowl over, his bright eyes were firm, "Don't worry, I will keep this bowl well."

The beggar left the bowl in his hand, and the beggar was stunned for a moment. After hearing what the young man said, he trembled all over, clapped his hands and struggled to get up, and said "you, you, you" for a long time, holding the breath in his throat Li, he was so suffocated that he couldn't speak.

"I know you are very happy, and I am also very happy to help you. Don't worry, I will take your bowl with me. As long as I am here, I will never let it be buried in dust. Don't worry, take care." After speaking, Huang Xi bowed, turned and left.

The breath was held in his throat and he couldn't get it out. By the time the beggar recovered, the young man had already walked away.

Seeing that the kid was about to leave his sight, he quickly got up, and without pretending to be a limp, he ran forward with the black box in his arms, shouting as he ran, "Stinky boy! Come back to me!"

The author has something to say: "Iron gates, iron windows, iron chains..." This song is taken from the song Tears behind bars.