Every quiet night when I went to Mount Mang, I perched on the branches of tall trees and pretended not to be in this world. I pretended not to see the girl hug her after she fell asleep, and she blocked the cold wind from the cold night.

When the light fell in the morning, he took back his hand as if everything was a dream last night.
He won’t tell me, and of course I won’t.
She will never know how he hugged her and stared at her for one night in those late nights.
But those things will always be remembered by people, such as my master and me.
……
Later, later, the master died in a sea of blood.
I have been a god bird for 300 years, quietly guarding the chaotic tomb.
The sun rises and the moon falls.
I’ve seen life and death, war, and one bell ringer after another leaving.
I became an adult bird.
The world is slowly becoming what they want in their hearts.
Life is peaceful and quiet, but there is something boring and boring. I will keep going like this.
Until that day, the bell ringer brought a baby girl.
She smells so familiar. It was very snowy in the north that year. She was afraid that the cold would blow me and put me in her clothes. I smelled the same smell then.
So after 300 years of depression, I refreshed myself.
-even if the master is gone, I will protect Taotao for him and let her grow up safely!
I followed the baby to Qushan.
The breeze view is still silent, but I am full of fighting spirit after I have a career to fight for my whole life.
Taotao sleeps. I’ll stay by the window.
I will eat mosquitoes if they land on her delicate skin.
If flies fly in and shout, I’ll drive them away.
If a wildcat dares to jump into the house and wander around, I will flap my fierce wings and peck its cat’s head bald!
This is the self-cultivation of being a bird.
-Ah, it’s not a bird.
I grew up with Taotao, and it was very gratifying to see her change from a baby to a lovely girl and then to a slim girl.
It felt as if I were her mother (crossed out) … father.
There is something wrong with watching the sun leisurely in the breeze.
That old man named Li always couldn’t remember my name, so he changed it for me casually.
-Li Fugui
This name is not difficult to hear.
I tried to resist, but I couldn’t beat him, and finally I couldn’t.
Taotao’s name is also his casual choice.
One day, when he was in the mountains, he bought two hard peaches, which were called Ying Taotao.
If you buy a hard peach, it may be called Ying Tao. If you buy three hard peaches, it may be called Ying Tao Tao. If you buy a bag of hard peaches, you may have to call it Ying Tao.
But I think hard peach is an excuse. He thinks the name is simple and easy to feed.
Because the little brother’s name is very nice.
According to the old man’s name, he knelt outside the gate of the rainstorm for seven days. It should be called Li rainstorm. Li knelt at the gate of the rainstorm for seven days …
But it happened that his name was Feng.
People are naturally infatuated with love and hate romantic feelings.
This eccentric old man
Later, Taotao grew up in my day and night protection.
I was about to retire, but I met my master who died in a sea of blood 300 years ago.
His face is still as beautiful as a fallen fairy in the clouds.
Three hundred years of purgatory took nothing away from him.
I have a vague feeling that he is not the same as before.
He is not as indifferent as before and has become fond of talking.
No matter how gentle his words are, his smile will never reach his eyes.
His white robe was dyed blood-black by the sea of purgatory blood, and when he turned it over, it was boiling hot lava.

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