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Yaobai's magical journey in the past 500 years can be said to be a true collection of thousands of favors.He is the youngest son of the empress and Qingling Tiandi, and the only phoenix in the domain of the gods for tens of thousands of years.Whether it is the eight brothers and sisters or other priests in God's Domain, they all love and love him.He grew up under the blessing of the entire God Race, and there were people standing in front of him in strong winds and waves.Speaking of which, the transformation of feathers was actually the first major event he experienced alone.The last phoenix has fallen for 7 years, and he has no elders of the same clan around him to tell him how to get through this special period, so he is often ignorant, and when he feels uncomfortable, he only knows to sleep with his eyes closed and his head covered, and he sleeps upside down every day .

He thought that the reaction during the molting period was, at most, constant sleepiness, and the inner palace was chaotic and powerless, and it was fine after getting used to it.But I don't know that the so-called molting period is literally.When he woke up in the morning and saw a few bright feathers lying on the pillow, he realized that he was a little panicked.

The physical discomfort is tolerable, but hair loss is absolutely unbearable, he doesn't want to really become a bald phoenix.Holding the fallen feathers in his mouth, he rushed out anxiously to find Wen Bufan, "What to do, what to do, I'm going bald." He showed his bare buttocks to Wen Bufan, "All the most beautiful tail feathers have fallen off."

The fallen red feather lay neatly in Wen Bufan's palm, Yao Bai was about to cry, he still struggled and said, "Can you stick it back for me?"

Wen Bufan looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem to work."

Yaobai felt desperate in his heart. He silently took the feathers back to protect his wings, looked back at his bare back, and said pitifully, "I think my butt is so cold."

"It will grow back."

Winged people tend to cherish the most beautiful and beautiful few feathers on their body.Yaobai's most beautiful feathers are his tail feathers, and even if he is exhausted during the molting period, he still has to comb for a long time every day.Although the current tail feathers are incomparable with the original tail feathers of the phoenix, the ones that have fallen off are actually the hairs on his body.

Yao Bai was a little sad, he wanted to see if he could insert them back into the fluff, even if it couldn't be completely restored, it would be nice to be able to cover up his bald buttocks.But after tossing for a long time, more feathers were pulled down.He felt like an overripe dandelion that would lose its baldness at the slightest touch.He sat dejected in the pile of fur, counting the days until the damned molting period would pass.

When the gust of wind blows, the shed feathers are scattered all over the place. Yao Bai hurriedly spread his wings to cover them, but the autumn wind blowing his head turned him around.The whole bird shrank in the solemn autumn wind, very pitiful.

Wen Bufan bent down to pick up the few tail feathers that hadn't been swept away, and shook off the dust carefully.Wrap Yaobai in the palm of your hand, "It's windy, go into the house."

Yaobai broke his thumb and showed his head, looking into the raging wind, whimpered and said: "My hairs are all flying away." He was sad, when Wen Bufan suddenly spread his hand towards him, Lying his tail feathers, "the most beautiful one is still there."

Wen Bufan can hardly comfort others, but the comforting words from his mouth are more effective than anyone else's, at least for Yao Bai.So although he had a hard time during this time, he was happy in his heart.

Ever since he knew that hair loss is normal for him, Yaobai has added one more routine to his daily routine. When he is not dozing off, he always squats on the futon and paws himself to see how much hair he lost today and how many new ones grow back.He would pick out the good-looking feathers and let Wen Bufan put them away. After two months, the wooden box for feathers was full.

Autumn has a lot of rain, and sometimes it rains continuously for several days.Wen Bufan always went out to mow the grass after the rain stopped, because the sorrel soaked in water was extraordinarily tender.On rainy days, Yaobai mostly squatted by the window and dozed off.Occasionally, there are farmers working in the rain and children playing in the rain, laughing and joking, and sometimes he will lie by the door to watch the excitement.

The dangling wheat ears in the field turned into a piece of wheat stalks at some point, and the number of farmers in the field became scarce, and the harvest season passed.Yao Bai became more and more lethargic, and the feathers on his body could hardly cover his skin.He accidentally saw himself in the bronze mirror, and froze for a while in fright.

"I'm so ugly." He squatted in front of the roasted rabbit Wen Bufan bought for him, losing his appetite.

Wen Bufan's comforting words are always very poor: "It's not ugly."

“我之前见过一只在鸡窝里总挨揍的小鸡，别的鸡欺负它，啄它毛还到处撵它。”尧白躺着有些生无可恋：“我现在长得特别像it."

Wen Bufan didn't say things like "you're not ugly" and "it will grow out".He was silent for a while, and finally said: "You are the most beautiful bird in the world, and the way you bloom your tail feathers is more dazzling than the Buddha's light in the vast sea." His tone was always without extra emotion.It is very difficult for Yao Bai to taste anything from it.

Fortunately, Wen Bufan's face is enough, Yao Bai thought, just looking at it every day can dispel many embarrassing emotions.

The next day was still cloudy and rainy, and the light rain fell continuously and did not stop until the afternoon.As usual, Wen Bufan went out with a basket on his back, and two snow-white dumplings followed him to see him off.Yao Bai just woke up, and after eating and drinking, he flew to the desk and opened the half-read book of Wen Bufan.Wen Bufan reads a lot of books, including anecdotes, geography and scenery, and biography of sages, but he doesn't like to read Buddhist scriptures.When I came out, I brought out the two thin volumes that have not been finished yet.Yao Bai was very thankful that he didn't like to read Buddhist scriptures, otherwise he could only sleep with a book on his head.He reads slowly, and usually turns back and forth a few pages, and doesn't take it too seriously when he reads it, unless there happens to be an annotation by Wen Fanfan.Most of the time is spent like this.

The rain that had stopped for a long time did not know when it came back quietly, accompanied by a slight breeze.The cold rain was sent into the window side by the breeze, and light ink spots smudged on the pages of the book.Yaobai flew towards the eaves, but there was no sign of Wen Bufan on the hurried path.

He waited patiently on the eaves, while the two white fur balls in the courtyard were still chasing and playing in the rain.It wasn't until the two rabbits sensed that the rain was getting heavier and jumped to the door to hide from the rain that they saw Wen Bufan's figure who seemed to be blending with the mist and rain.

Judging from Yao Bai's observations over the past few days, Wen Bufan is determined not to cover himself with water or rain.He quickly flew into the room, and put the clean robes folded by the bed on the mat at the door, so that Wen Bufan could change when he entered the room.

"Why is it so dirty?" Yao Bai was flapping his wings under the eaves, and saw that Wen Bufan's body was covered with a lot of mud, and he pulled up the hem of his clothes, and there was something in it, which was a heavy lump.

"Go dig some yellow mud." Wen Bufan said while taking out the things wrapped in his robe, it was a tightly wrapped ball of mud.I don't know what was planted in the soil before, but there is still a hint of sweetness.The loess was sticky and covered his hands with yellow spots.

He spread the dew-soaked sorrel on the boards, and did not immediately change his soaked robes.Instead, he moved a little horse to sit under the eaves and began to fiddle with the ball of yellow mud.Both the rain and the wind were getting heavier, and the loose feathers on Yao Bai's body were no longer enough to keep out the cold, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck every time a gust of wind hit.He could only retreat a little into the room, hide behind the door with a small head exposed, and watch Wen Bufan fiddle with it curiously, "What are you going to do?"

Without raising his head, Wen Bufan concentrated on dividing the yellow mud into large and small mud balls, "Mud sculpture."

"Carve what?" Yaobai's eyes lit up.

Wen Bufan looks spotless, but in fact, he is good at building houses, repairing houses, clearing land, weeding, and weeding. The house building alone is a bit more sophisticated than the tile and carpentry skills outside.Everything in the room is as big as bookshelves and wooden beds, and as small as ornaments and pendants are all made by him.He doesn't do things fast, but he is very serious, as if he is practicing, and he never tires of it.Therefore, the family will add something every two days, sometimes it is a deck chair, sometimes it is a vegetable basket.As time passed, the thatched cottage became more and more like a home, with everything in it.Yaobai likes to watch Wen Bufan make things, and usually doesn't disturb him, just quietly watching from the sidelines.

Wen Bufan didn't tell him, but only said: "It will be done soon." His slender and powerful hands were kneading against the balls of yellow mud, Yao Bai couldn't understand it, and he couldn't help but feel a little more anticipation in his heart.

Perhaps it was more difficult, but Wen Bufan took an extraordinarily long time to do it this time, until Yao Bai leaned against the door and dozed off.When I was half asleep and half awake, I felt that I was supported by hands, and the tip of my nose was a familiar smell.Yao Bai curled up, lay down on the soft thin quilt and fell asleep again.

The sky gradually darkened, and the orange lamp slanted from the door to the eaves.Yao Bai opened his eyes to adapt to the light in the room, raised his head and threw Wen Bufan into the door frame.The light quietly covered half of his body, and the other half melted into the night. He leaned slightly, only a silhouette was blurred.But it is like a painting that has painted its charm with just a few strokes.

Yao Bai blinked, and was dumbfounded again.

After a while, Wen Bufan finally got up, went into the room, took something and sat back under the eaves.Yaobai was not fully awake yet, he paused for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, Wen Bufan was already sitting at the table.

"Are you awake?" He had already changed his clothes, holding a scroll in his hand, and there was already brewed tea beside him.Yao Bai noticed that there was something extra on the table, which was covered with a square handkerchief.

"What's this?" he asked as he flew towards the table.

"For you." Wen Bufan said, and when he landed in front of him, Wen Bufan reached out and lifted the square handkerchief.

Rao Yaobai had guessed many times in his mind, "This time he must have made something strange, maybe it was specially made for me." He was still stunned when he saw that thing.It was a phoenix spreading its wings ready to fly, a small one but full of air.The long and pointed beak is slightly opened, the long neck is facing the sky, and the posture of singing is lifelike, and the soles of the feet are realistically made into auspicious clouds.This was obviously made to match his appearance, because the feathers on the clay sculpture were exactly the same color as his previous ones.Yao Bai never imagined that a few hours ago it was still a lump of shapeless yellow mud.

He stared at his clay sculpture, surprised and didn't know what to say: "How did you do it? It really looks like it. Why are the feathers still so fluffy?" Yao Bai touched it lightly, and finally found the clue, he couldn't stop jumping for joy: "This is my feather!" Wen Bufan actually carefully glued the feathers that he had shed in the past two months one by one.His hands are so deft that they look like they grew out of them.

Seeing Yaobai who hadn't been so happy for a long time, Wen Bufan couldn't help but smile a little, "Of course they are all your feathers, it's a pity that I want to put them in a box, why don't you make a clay sculpture for you to look at every day?" Look." He put the phoenix clay sculpture and Yao Bai together, and said seriously: "It's not good-looking for a while, but beautiful is forever."

Yao Bai nodded vigorously: "I am the most beautiful bird in the world!"