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

Habit is a terrible existence.

Slowly, Chu Ci got used to everything around him, including Xiaobai.

He could see Xiaobai every day when he opened his eyes, watching him on the rafters or napping or swinging in the birdcage. His little life was comfortable and pleasant.

Chu Ci calls it Xiaobai, and it will fly over.

Stop on his fingertips or step on his chest, lower your head and rub his chin with your plush head.

Sometimes it is very obedient like it is now, but sometimes it is very disobedient.

When Swagger comes, Xiaobai will fly out and circle around it, and will step on Swagger's head, pecking it with its small beak, as if in revenge.

Swagger got so annoyed every time that he would fly around in the sky with Xiao Bai, trying to knock the little thing off his body.

As a result, it clung to the hair on the top of Phoenix's head and flew swaggeringly in the sky until it was dizzy, but it still couldn't shake it off.

Finally, I lay down on the snow and panted from exhaustion, giving up the struggle.

Xiaobai won the duel and flew happily around in the snow, chirping so loudly that Chu Ci, who was cooking in the small kitchen, could hear him.

Chu Ci was in a daze for a moment, and the hot soup in the pot accidentally spilled out, and he was caught off guard and burned his hands.

The man let out a low cry and immediately dipped into the cold water nearby.

When I realized what I was doing, there was a burning smell coming from the pot, the vegetables were all black and turned into lumps, and I couldn't eat the dinner I had cooked all afternoon.

He clicked his tongue and could only give up.

In the evening, after Swagger left, Xiaobai flew back from outside and landed on the small wooden table. He looked at the bowl of rice porridge on the table and no other dishes.

It chirped dissatisfiedly.

Chu Ci came out of the small kitchen and explained: "Today's food was burnt, and the pot was not cleaned. I had to add some water to the rice to make porridge. I will make something delicious for you tomorrow."

Xiaobai turned around and gave him a round figure, as if he was angry.

Chu Ci raised his eyebrows, went over to sit down, poured some rice porridge from the bowl into its small plate, touched his head, "Eat quickly."

Xiaobai stared at him for two seconds, hesitated for a few more seconds, and finally lowered his head reluctantly and took two pecks.

Then he shook his head in disgust and flapped his wings to go back to the rafters.

Chu Ci used magic to catch it back, held it in his hand, and said coldly: "Don't be picky about food, just eat."

Xiaobai was not happy and chirped in protest.

Chu Ci's face was expressionless.

"Now if you don't have enough to eat, you have to bother me in the evening. You are not allowed to go back until you have eaten. Why don't you like porridge, and Suisui doesn't like it either..."

He said the second half unconsciously.

After speaking, Chu Ci froze, and the hand holding the chopsticks trembled.

My heart started to throb again and there was no taste in my mouth.

He looked at Xiaobai, who also tilted his head and looked at him, his bright black eyes full of curiosity, looking very silly.

Chu Ci was slightly absent-minded. In a daze, he even felt that everything around him was fake. His throat was sore and swollen, "Suisui..."

"Suisui."

"Suisui."

"Suisui..."

These two words were like a switch for his tear ducts. As soon as he said them, he couldn't help but sink into the ice cellar. He was so cold that he couldn't think, and he couldn't tell reality from a dream.

pain.

It hurts.

It hurts everywhere.

It hurt so much that it seemed like he would die in the next second.

Every time he shouted, the little white bird in his hand struggled harder until it broke free completely and flew to the top of Chu Ci's head, pecking hard on his forehead with its pointed beak.

Xiaobai pecked hard and kept chirping.

The pain was obvious. Chu Ci regained consciousness for a moment. Not knowing what had happened to it, he changed hands and put Xiaobai into the cage again.

He said angrily: "Nonsense, if you don't like porridge, just go hungry."

With a wave of his hand, the candle light went out.

As darkness fell around him, Chu Ci went to bed.

The environment was not quiet. There was a whistling wind and snow outside, and the sound of Xiaobai pecking at the iron cage was very noisy inside.

Chu Ci didn't bother to add a silent mask, so he covered his ears with the quilt.

Soon, Xiaobai calmed down.

After a while, the sound of lock picking came again, making it even louder.

Chu Ci pretended not to hear, and Xiaobai flew over like before, stepped on him for a while, and then got into the bed along the gap.

Chu Ci moved his fingers but said nothing or did nothing.

He moved out a little bit and closed his eyes.

-

Xiaobai had been with him for many years, and Chu Ci had become accustomed to its existence for thousands of days and nights, and at the same time, his nerves were numb.

He forgot that Xiaobai would not live long and would leave him soon.

In the seventh year when Xiaobai came to my side.

It was obviously jumping on the table the day before. The next day when he came back from outside, he saw the little white bird sleeping on the table.

It may have fallen asleep, or it may have been full as before and was deliberately teasing him.

As soon as he came near, it would rise up and startle him.

But this time Chu Ci didn't come close.

He stood at the door for a long time, until the wind and snow blowing in outside made his back wet. He still stared at the bird on the table.

Later, Chu Ci buried it under a row of windbreak trees at the door.

Directly facing the house, facing him.