[Journey to the West] Monkey, be good

At that time, I didn't know that "Bi Mawen" was a petty official who was smaller than sesame mung beans. When I saw him speak, those who gathered around me to ridicule me dispersed, so I thought he was like the Jade Emperor. Such a noble God.

After those people left, he took out a jug of wine from nowhere, lifted the hem of his clothes, propped up his right leg, and poured it into his mouth with the jug on his back, with a relaxed posture and a wanton smile.The clear liquor came out from the spout, drawing an arc like an ice-sculpted jade pillar in the air. He raised Xin's long neck, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his pale and slender fingers formed a strong contrast with the golden jug, It's too bright to keep your eyes open.

Few people can set off the big red and the red gold so well. He is the first and only one I have seen.

Few people would call my crooked neck tree "cute". He was the first and only one I met.

I was a little curious, so I sneaked a few glances at him, and was afraid of being discovered by him, so I carefully covered my eyes with tiny branches, leaving only a slit to reveal some sight.

"The legendary fine wine is nothing more than that." He drank a few sips, perhaps feeling tired, and threw the remaining half of the pot of wine on the ground.Lying down in a more comfortable position, he held the jug in his hand, chuckled, and flung it lightly. The ear of the jug was just hanging on a small branch near my mouth.

He closed his eyes and took a nap, breathing evenly.I looked at the red gold jug in front of me, and saw that the only drop of wine in the jug was hanging on the spout, and it was about to drop and fall into the green mud.Remembering that this man raised his head to drink the wine from the spout of the pot just now, the moist wine soaked his vermilion-like red lips as if they were glowing, and he was fascinated, and opened his mouth to catch the drop that was falling. wine, to taste what he had tasted.

A cool drop fell on my lips, I stretched out the tip of my tongue, smacked my lips, and found that it was sweet, with a faint fruity aroma, delicious!It's a pity that there was only one drop. Unwillingly, I stretched out the soft branch, picked up the jug, and emptied the spout for a long time. Finally, I poured out a few more drops, and immediately opened my mouth to catch it until I was sure that there was nothing more to pour out of the pot. Quietly Mimi put the pot back in place.

I never thought that although the nectar is fruit wine, it has a strong aftertaste. This is the first time I have been smelled of alcohol, and it didn't take long for me to become drunk.Drunk and dizzy, in the clouds and fog, I don't know what night it is.

At this time, another house sparrow flew from nowhere and took a dead branch and ran to build a nest on my head. Its sharp claws scratched my scalp so painfully, and I don't know how many hairs were broken.I think I have been bullied for 8000 years, and I have always swallowed my anger, but today, with the help of alcohol, I don't want to bear it anymore.

If it is destined that "horses are good to be ridden by people, and trees are good to be bullied by birds", I will also smash the cans and be a bad tree once. Who wouldn't play crazy?

"Ah!!!" I roared loudly, the tree shook, and said, "Go away, go away, go away!!!"

With this blow, thousands of bird nests on my head were directly shaken off, and at the same time, that great holy man...was shaken off from me.

Sensing the change, he opened his eyes, and quickly maintained his balance in mid-air, and adjusted his standing posture before landing.

"..." Being spared Qingmeng, he glanced at me displeased.

"..." I was so stared at by him that I felt guilty and didn't dare to move anymore.However, what made me even more ashamed was that the next moment, the "crackling" bird's nest fell down, pouring down his bird feathers, guano, and eggshells.

"..." Immediately, I was so frightened that I woke up most of the spirit wine, and said in my heart: Great Sage, it's no fault of me, even if I blame me, I'm not sincere.

He frowned, looking at himself in a state of disgust with his well-dressed clothes on his face.

I thought he would break my old waist in a fit of anger, but he just twirled a formula, flicked the filth off his body two or three times, then turned around and was about to leave, without blaming me.

Just when I thought I had escaped, the man took a few steps and suddenly turned back.He raised his hand, and a fierce wave of air hit me on the shoulder.The blow was so fierce that if it really hit him, a whole branch might not be able to hold it, so I hurriedly stretched out my hand to cover my eyes, not daring to look at his furious face.

However, the expected severe pain did not come, and after a while, I heard the shrill eagle howling in my ears, and then "plop-" a huge gray object hit my shoulder, He fell to the ground again and did not move.

I dared to take a peek through my fingers, and it turned out that a mighty and majestic vulture flew from nowhere just now, and wanted to settle down on my head.Well!Its claws are as shiny as an iron hook, and they are extremely powerful. With my small body, if I am scratched by it, I will definitely be useless.

I just knew that he wasn't trying to hit me just now, but was saving me.I wanted to thank him, so I shook my body desperately, but I couldn't say anything, I could only make a "rustling" sound of tree trunk friction, and shook off a few feathers and pieces of bird droppings.

"..." The great saint looked at the feathers and other things that fell down, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he stepped back three feet consciously, thus avoiding the bad luck of being drenched in filth again.

I realized that my behavior just now was really unseemly and not reserved enough, so I gave up and became as quiet as a chicken.

When I finally calmed down, he propped his chin on one hand and walked around me with great interest, as if he had discovered something strange, his eyes sparkled: "Your peach tree seems to be a little different .”

Once upon a time, I thought I was different, I was a dragon and a phoenix among trees, and an emerald among peaches.

Facts have proved that I am indeed different, I am a piece of rotten wood, useless.

I thought he was different from others, at least he wouldn't bully me and ridicule me, but it turns out that he is also like those people, won't it bear fruit if he laughs at me?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. My neck was hanging and my head was hanging, and I lost my energy, but I saw him jumping on my shoulder again at some point, still lying on his side lazily, smiling in my ear: " Seeing you being bullied like this but still living happily reminds me of a poem, "Thousands of blows are still strong, and you are still the wind from east to west." Stand like an orchid orchid and a jade tree, and smile like a gentle gentleman with a bright moon in his arms." After a pause, he turned over, put his chin on my shoulder, and sighed softly: "Not necessarily, maybe it's a delicate and delicate little girl. What about Xian'e?"

What he said is right, peach trees are different from many other trees, before they take shape, they are monoecious. Even if they practice Taoism, whether they are male or female can only be known on the day of transformation, which is unpredictable in advance.

But "Zhilan Yushu, the bright moon in the arms, a humble gentleman", what a nice word, although I don't understand what it means, but I somehow feel that he is praising me.

What kind of smile is mocking and teasing, what kind of smile is full of kindness and approval, I can still tell the difference.

At that moment, I suddenly wanted to kiss him, um... close kiss.

Probably because the alcohol was still there, I boldly stretched out the softest and most delicate branch in my body, moved it to his cheek, and rubbed it lightly.I'm afraid that if I don't use the softest one, other dead branches and leaves will offend him, and I'm afraid that the cracked old bark will scratch his cheek.

But even the softest, thinnest and most tender one was still dry, wrinkled and ugly, and it scraped his cheeks out with a few thin streaks of blood.Looking at the few drops of blood oozing from the wound, I was stunned for a while, and it took me a long time to realize that I might have caused trouble, so I hurriedly withdrew my hand with a guilty conscience.

At this time, he squinted his eyes and said "huh?", turned his wrist, and held my branch gently on his fingertips.