Birdseye

Ximing four years, winter.

In the Jianzhang palace, the current emperor suddenly became seriously ill, and the imperial physicians were helpless. Seeing that the winter solstice was approaching, all officials asked to play, and they could send Prince Qinghe to the imperial mausoleum to worship the ancestors. .

That year, Ji Huaizhou was 13 years old.

Dayin Emperor's Mausoleum is located on Yuejing Mountain in the south of Chishui, thousands of miles away from Jianzhang. Ji Huaizhou led a group of people and hurried for half a month before arriving at the shore of Chishui. The journey was fairly peaceful. However, when passing through Emerald City, a monk broke into his tent, read a Buddhist verse with him, pressed his head, and asked him to shave and become a monk. Soon after, the monk was driven out by the guards.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

It wasn't until many years later, when Ji Huaizhou was imprisoned in the Garan Pagoda, that he recalled what the monk said that day in his spare time, and found out with some sadness that the cause and effect in this world had long been doomed.

Looking across the river, Yuejing Mountain stands tall and tall. Even in the cold winter, the weather here is still very warm. There are thousands of forests on Yuejing Mountain, covering the greenery, and white marble steps appear halfway up the mountain, slowly walking along the mountain road. Spread out, like emerald clothes and jade belts, the splendor looks like a place where the ancestors of the Ji family can sleep forever.

Ji Huaizhou discussed with the general who came with him, and decided to cross the river in the afternoon. It was already evening when he was about to land on the shore. On the surface of the Qianli River, ripples swayed round and round. Ji Huaizhou stood at the bow of the boat with an umbrella and looked at the Daisy Mountains in the distance. At this moment, his right eyelid suddenly jumped up.

This is an ominous sign.

At night, the sky and the earth were dark, the wind and rain were dark, and the raindrops hit the banana leaves in front of the courtyard, densely packed like thousands of cavalry crossing the Chishui River. This might be another bad omen, but Ji Huaizhou didn't care.

So God punished him for his negligence. That night, he was ambushed by killers, and most of the guards around him turned against him. Fortunately, he was skillful, and under the siege of the crowd, he captured a black horse and galloped east along the forest path.

The rain is getting heavier and the hurricane is fierce. Passing through the forest, it seems that several majestic banners are being torn at the same time, endlessly.

Purple lightning flashed across the sky, and the dark world was illuminated in an instant, and then sank into the vast darkness in the next instant. The horse's hooves splashed muddy water, and the killers chased after him. Just after passing the bamboo forest, a feather arrow broke It came out of the air, and the black horse under the crotch slammed down.

Ji Huaizhou rolled down from the horse's back. He fell so badly that he didn't even feel his legs for a long time. The brocade clothes on his body were already soaked through, his face was as pale as paper, and his hair was messy like a madman.

He staggered up from the ground and looked around. When the lightning flashed again, his pupils constricted and he took half a step back.

This is a mass grave, where white bones can be seen everywhere. Those who died of poverty and disease were randomly wrapped in mats and thrown here. The suffering in the world is presented to Ji Huaizhou in an unseemly way. Show off its limbs and joints.He was born in the courtyard of the deep palace and grew up in the majestic imperial city. This is the first time he has faced such a tragic and cruel human scene.

In the night sky, dark clouds that looked like thick ink were tumbling, and it seemed that a giant dragon was shuttled among them. In anger, he crushed the stratus clouds with his claws, and silver light poured out from the cracks.

With the faint light between the sky and the earth, he saw that there was a row of low mounds at the end of the road in front of him, and two dying crows stood on the dead wood beside them, snuggling up to each other to keep warm in the pouring rain.Blood-red flowers grow on the barren grave under the tree, swaying in the rain, like ghosts.

The black-clothed killers had already arrived behind them, and the long sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and the silver light pierced it. Ji Huaizhou closed his eyes. He will probably be buried here today. His Royal Highness, the prince of Dayin, is the same as the most humble and poorest in the world. People who died in one place, heaven and earth as tombs, mourning songs through wind and rain.

But the long sword suddenly stopped at the back of his neck. The baby cried and pierced the long night, and then there was a dead silence. Life turns into a pair of stone sculptures, and the red flowers under the tree wither in an instant.

The scene in front of them was really weird. The killers had a lot of blood and debts in their hands, and they were quite afraid of ghosts and gods, so they didn't dare to go forward for a while.

Ji Huaizhou opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to contain a lifeless ancient well, without any waves. The leading killer hesitated for a moment, thinking of the thousand taels of gold promised by his employer, which was enough for him to wash his hands from now on, and live with his wife and children. Living a peaceful life, he rushed forward with a sword in his heart.

In the next moment, silver and white lightning came under the rain, and struck directly on the killer's head. In this way, a living person was instantly turned into ashes. got bigger.

Thunder came down one after another, but the strange thing was that they seemed to have their own thoughts, raging around the mass grave, leaving Ji Huaizhou alone.

No one dared to attack His Highness again, and they fled in the end.

Ji Huaizhou was the only one left in this gloomy and messy mass grave. The thunder gradually subsided, and the rain continued. It was a heavy day, and he stood in the rain, not knowing where he should go.

There was a lot of crying in the tomb, Ji Huaizhou came back to his senses, finally there was a little more anger in his eyes, he followed the sound to find the deserted tomb, and the crying became more and more mournful.

He didn't have any tools at hand, so he knelt on the ground and used his two hands to dig up the barren grave in front of him. Because it had rained and the soil was soft, it wasn't difficult to dig.

It was raining all the time, his snow-white coat was soaked in muddy water, his hair stuck to the sides of his face, the rain dripped down from the ends of his hair, and the crying of the child didn't stop. After more than half an hour, he lifted the heavy coffin lid .

There was no baby or bones in the coffin, only a little newborn bird with a pink body that had not yet grown feathers. When the coffin lid was lifted, it tilted its head and looked Xiang Ji Huaizhou blinked his small eyes, and his voice changed, it was laughing.

Ji Huaizhou looked at it for a while, and suddenly a corner of his heart collapsed. He also laughed, and bent down to fish the little bird out of the coffin. It shrank into a small bird in his palm. A bunch, pitiful and cute.

He carefully carried it in his arms, where it was warm and serene, like the sleeping place when it had not yet broken its shell.

The bird's voice gradually lowered, like a mosquito, it rubbed against Ji Huaizhou's chest with its delicate chest.

Their hearts were sticking together at this moment, beating at the same time, and stopping at the same time. The seed hidden in the blood vein thousands of years ago, at this moment, a winding vine grew, connecting them tightly.

Ji Huaizhou returned to the Jianzhang Palace one month later. Before that, there had been many rumors about the death of the crown prince in the palace.

No one knows how he survived, only that after he came back, there was a little bird beside him.

He treated the bird very well. On the day he came back, Ji Huaizhou was skinny, emaciated, and his face was ashen. He suffered a lot outside, but the bird was raised fat by him, with a bulging belly On Ji Huaizhou's shoulder, he looked around curiously, his spirit was extremely high.

After returning to the East Palace, he also ate and lived with the bird all the time. The palace people also found that every time they ate, Ji Huaizhou had to feed the bird to its fullness before moving his chopsticks.

After another month, the little bird's body grew white fluff, which was extremely fluffy due to the cold winter, and looked fatter than before. After being teased by Ji Huaizhou, the little bird became angry and stopped talking. When he was going to sleep, he still pointed his butt at him. Ji Huaizhou coaxed it for a while, and then it turned around angrily, and buried its head into Ji Huaizhou's cloud-like black hair.

Ji Huaizhou raised his hand and stroked it gently on its back. He has been wanting to name the little bird for the past few days. He has searched through ancient books and picked up more than ten, but he is always dissatisfied. Two days later will be the Lantern Festival. He doesn't have much free time, so he can only wait for the Lantern Festival to get another one.

On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, when thousands of houses were lit up and everyone gathered happily, Ji Huaizhou withdrew from the banquet early and returned to the bedroom, only to find that the little bird was not bouncing around on the bed as usual, but lying down obediently. On the desk, already asleep.

He often practiced calligraphy there, and there was a thick stack of rice paper on the table, and it huddled itself into a fluffy ball and lay on it, the fur on its body was not as badly blown as before.

On the top page, he copied "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi". Before he left the palace during the day, he had just finished copying the upper column, and the little bird's nest was there, occupying two words.

"Dongfeng puts flowers and trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and the fish and dragon dance overnight."

It is "star like".

Ji Huaizhou sat down in front of the table, stared at it with one hand resting on it for a while, he remembered how he looked when he saw it for the first time on that rainy night, and his heart was inexplicably filled with a sense of accomplishment that my family had just grown up .

His heart moved, he picked up a Langhao pen and tapped it lightly on its small head, leaving a red dot.

"Then call you Xingru." He said.

The sleeping bird opened his eyes, raised his head in a daze, and saw Ji Huaizhou in front of his eyes, immediately cheered up, shook the fluff on his body happily, and jumped in front of Ji Huaizhou.

Ji Huaizhou asked it again, if the name Xingru was good, and whether he liked it or not.

It stretched out its bright yellow paws, and landed heavily on the table. After walking around twice with its chest upright, it stopped next to Ji Huaizhou's right hand holding the Langhao pen. There were growths on its back and tail feathers. Shake a few pink fluffs away, and you can see that there are more inside. When it grows a little longer, the entire back and tail feathers should be fiery red.

It looked up at Ji Huaizhou, as if after a serious and long period of thinking, it finally nodded reluctantly after a long time.

Ji Huaizhou laughed lowly.

Xingru shook its little head, followed Ji Huaizhou's arm and jumped all the way onto his shoulder. Ji Huaizhou looked at him sideways with affection in his eyes. With a long sigh: "Lonely Xingru..."

At night, Xingru sleeps next to Ji Huaizhou's pillow. It is very dishonest when it sleeps. It also likes to roll Ji Huaizhou's hair into a small nest and sleep in it. After a few days, its feathers gradually grow. When Ji Huaizhou woke up, he would always look at his hair entangled with Xingru's feathers in distress, and it took him a lot of effort to untangle.

At this time, Xingru was usually sleeping soundly, her little chest was heaving up and down, she didn't know what she was dreaming about, her little paws trembled, grabbed Ji Huaizhou's hair, and made a cute cooing sound.

Ji Huaizhou lowered his head and carefully combed its feathers without feeling bored at all. He poured all his patience and tenderness into Xingru's body, and he used everything he could to care for it as it grew up.

Maybe it was because it saved him that rainy night, or maybe it was because it accompanied him through half of the suffering in this world.

After Xingru woke up, seeing that Ji Huaizhou hadn't left, he shook out his feathers, and then Xiong Jiu stepped on his chest vigorously, pawing and pulling a few times with his bright yellow paws, and Ji Huaizhou's loose belt was loosened, revealing most of it. On the chest, Xingru patrolled his territory like a victorious general, and occasionally lowered his head to peck at a red fruit.

Ji Huaizhou also let it mess around, with his arms outstretched and his hair disheveled, like a yellow girl being ruined.

Until Xingru was tired from playing, Ji Huaizhou picked it up, kissed the top of its head, and talked to it.