In the days of surviving in the fairy forest

When Rick awoke from his sleep, it was dark around him.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned lazily, walked unsteadily to the door of the tree hole, pushed the square stone away with his paws, and was instantly blurred by the biting cold wind and blizzard, which shocked him violently. Jump up and forcefully shut the stone door back:

"Very big snow!"

The squirrel who was awakened by the sudden cold air jumped over: "Wow, you are a white fox now!"

Rick shook his head, shaking the snowflakes all over the floor.

He sprayed out a small flame from his mouth, dispelling the chill in the tree house, and rubbed the squirrel's tail depressingly: "Winter is really here."

For a long time, Rick’s impression of winter is snowflakes, cotton coats and heating. Although he heard a lot of scary rumors about winter after he came to the forest, he has never really experienced darkness and frost regardless of day and night. In the blizzard, I realized the powerful oppression of the word "winter" on forest animals.

Even the shocking migration of mammoths just yesterday, and the blessing of one of the mammoths, Linghu was not as excited as before.

"Rick, Rick, come here!" Ali's mood was not affected by the winter, and he was still elated, "What is my racial skill, we haven't found it yet!"

Rick cheered up, took out a smoked chicken leg from the half-opened stone box next to him, stuffed it into his mouth, and discussed his racial skills with Ali while chewing.

"Maybe it is possible to open up a separate small space?" He remembered the novel he had read, "I feel that this skill is similar to the racial skill of the chestnut squirrel, and it looks more advanced."

They rummaged around and took out a round pebble and placed it on the rabbit blanket. Ali stood in front of the stone with a serious face, waved her claws, and shouted loudly: "Take it!"

The stone did not move.

Standing on tiptoe and turning around in place, the squirrel put its claws on its hips and patted the stone with its claws: "Go in!"

"The heavens are spirited, the earth is spirited, the squirrel wants to manifest!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Before the squirrel was so irritable that he wanted to bite the stone with his teeth, Ali stopped him in time: "Uh, maybe it's not this skill? Let's try something else."

For most of the next day, the squirrel blew wildly at a pile of firewood, but instead of emitting flames, it frightened a little spider hiding in a branch; Choked and coughed, and there was no water column in his mouth; he slapped his paw on the rock, but the stone was not broken, and his paw turned red when he slapped it backwards...

One fox and one mouse used their brains and imagination to try countless tricks, and even pulled out a few squirrel hairs, but they still had no clue.

After grabbing a small grass and trying hard to give birth to it but still failed, Ali threw down the grass, ran into the narrow gap between the stone boxes, and quietly huddled into a ball of maroon fur.

"It's okay, let's try slowly," Rick scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, trying his best to comfort him. The fox's paws rested on the stone box, and he fished down hard, but because of the angle, he couldn't even get a single squirrel hair. , "Don't worry, it's still a long time."

He lay on the top of the stone box and comforted him for a long time before the squirrel crawled up along the fox's tail and buried its head between Rick's pricked ears. A chill.

"What if I haven't awakened the racial skills at all?" Ali choked up, "Maybe the awakening is my illusion, but in fact I'm still just a useless stupid squirrel—"

"You're the smartest little animal I've ever seen."

Rick interrupted him, stretched out his claws and grabbed the squirrel's head shell that was crying.

"If it weren't for you, I don't know where I am now. Maybe I would have broken into a ferocious beast's colony and been eaten. How could I stay in a warm tree house and eat dried meat. Don't be sad, race Of course it’s good to have skills, but it’s not important if you don’t have them.”

The squirrel sniffed.

He was emotionally agitated just now, and when he recovered, he was also a little embarrassed. He stretched out his claws to wipe away his tears, and blushed embarrassingly: "Then, let's try again?"

Rick scratched his ears, but he didn't know how else to try racial skills. In order to divert the squirrel's attention, he raised his paw and suggested, "Why don't we play a game first?"

In order for Ali to recover from the depression of not being able to find racial skills, and to kill the long and boring time in the cold winter, Rick decided to make the well-known mahjong tiles from his previous life.

Rick originally considered making playing cards, but the decks of playing cards were too complicated, and there was no suitable, thin and thin item to replace paper. After half a day of fiddling with leaves, he had no choice but to give up the idea.

Braving the cold wind and rushing out of the tree house, he found a square rock at the nearest place and pushed it to the door of the tree house, cut the rock into countless small rectangles with the sharpest caterpillar silk, and wrote on it with a stone knife. Draw and carve various patterns of mahjong tiles.

Ali ran to the top of the tree and knocked on the door of Fat Qingchong's wooden house: "Little Qingchong! Do you want to play games with us?"

The fat caterpillar opened the door slowly, with a face full of reluctance, obviously full of resistance to going out in winter, but thinking about the new gadgets that foxes and squirrels can always come up with, he still reluctantly climbed onto the squirrel's paw.

"Why are all the caterpillars gone today? Rick said that four animals are needed to play," Ali said in embarrassment when no other caterpillars were found under the bushes, "The gourd baboons are too far away, so it's inconvenient to bark. "

The fat caterpillar blinked.

The transparent worm silk shot out from the bottom of the grass, rolled up a small green caterpillar at the bottom of the bush, which was also a student in the fox weaving class, and flung it out.

Weak, pitiful and helpless. Afraid of fat caterpillars, so he dare not show his face. Little caterpillars, say hello: "Hello, good, what a coincidence..."

"Great!" The big-hearted Ali didn't notice any abnormalities at all, and happily picked up the little green caterpillar, "Want to play in the tree house together? Rick came up with a super interesting game!"

The little green caterpillar turned its head stiffly, looked at the fat caterpillar, saw that the fat caterpillar was shaking its tentacles, he was relieved, and nodded: "Okay!"

When Ah Li returned to the tree house with two green caterpillars, Rick had already carved all the mahjong tiles, burned the lower corners with flames, and laid them all out on the rabbit blanket.

Seeing them coming back, Rick patted his paws happily: "You guys are here! Warm up first, and have some snacks, and I'll explain the rules of mahjong to you!"

Rick spoke carefully and patiently, and the rules of mahjong were relatively simple. After listening to it only once, Ali and Fat Qingchong both expressed their complete understanding, but the little green caterpillar scratched its head, wanting Rick to explain it again, but dared not speak. Rick saw his embarrassment, and repeated the mahjong rules from beginning to end.

He counted 24 raisins and divided each of them into six: "If you lose, you will be fined the raisins. How about seeing who keeps the most raisins?"

The squirrel chewed on the raisins that had just been stuffed into its mouth, puffed its cheeks, and looked at him suspiciously and innocently with big eyes: "What?"

Rick was momentarily at a loss for words.

After explaining for a long time, Rick went out dry and filled a large pot of Baixue, sprinkled a few pieces of sweet dried petals, boiled it with a flame, and shared a cup of warm Chuxue bubble tea with everyone. .

The mahjong tiles are too big compared to the size of the green caterpillars. Fortunately, both green caterpillars have received the weaving teaching of Rick's weaving class, and the operation of playing cards with worm silk is still simple.

Fat caterpillar: "Three cakes."

Ali: "Nine Articles."

Rick: "Huh!"

"Aww!" Ah Li thumped the ground angrily, "Again!"

The four of them played for a long time, playing harder and harder, and finally even the most cautious little green caterpillar got on the head, even Hu San took the fat caterpillar, and the fat caterpillar trembled with anger, wanting to get angry but couldn't find a suitable reason, Angrily, he muttered and touched his cards.

Playing mahjong happily, it was windy, snowy and dark outside the house. They didn't even notice the passage of time until the big plate of raisins put out was eaten up and Rick was so sleepy that his eyelids drooped. The last mahjong tile is over.

"I'm going back," the fat caterpillar waved to Rick and Ali, and took the initiative to take the task of sending the little caterpillar back to the bushes. "It's too cold outside, you don't need to come out."

Although Rick and the squirrel knew nothing about the outside world, the fat caterpillar, who was extremely powerful in both hearing and vision, could keenly sense the danger that had come in the forest.In order to prevent these two uneasy cubs from dying, he worriedly ordered:

"Don't come out tomorrow, just wait for me in the tree house, and I will bring this little bug with me."

After waking up from playing mahjong next to him, the little green caterpillar who realized that he seemed to have offended the boss, was relieved when he heard this, and hurriedly nodded along: "Yeah, I can come here by myself! "

"I'd better send you out," Rick yawned incessantly, his eyes half-closed, while speaking, he pushed open the stone door with his paws, "It's not safe for you two green caterpillars to go out like this—"

Before he could finish speaking, a white shadow suddenly rushed into the half-opened stone door, and the cold wind wrapped snowflakes in it, pounced on the little fox who was still yawning.

The fat caterpillar was taken aback, before he even had time to think, the unparalleled sharp crystal silk had already spit out from his mouth.

And Rick, who realized the danger, also jumped back suddenly, and the flame ball went straight to Shiro.

The worm silk collided with the flame ball, making a violent explosion sound. Fortunately, the fat caterpillar reacted quickly and quickly retracted the caterpillar silk, thus avoiding a more tragic result.

The sneak attacking snow monster turned into a puddle of snow water in the aftermath of the explosion, and Rick was also blown up into the air, and fell to the innermost tree hole with a slap, with a deep bone-deep scar on his abdomen bleeding profusely.

"Rick!" Ali screamed, and rushed over regardless, "Rick, are you okay!"