The bird stood quietly above the window, staring closely at the ancestors in the kitchen busy figure, the heart can not help but be filled with emotion. After the birth of several little masters, the ancestor seemed to be a completely different person. Once that lofty, only focus on extraordinary things, she is now willing to play the role of a housewife in the world, every day to serve a few small masters eat and drink, and enjoy it. Just take a look at the dishes she carefully studies every day, you can deeply appreciate her good intentions, that delicacies, are her in order to allow several small hosts to eat more rice and carefully cooked.
At this moment, the kitchen filled with bursts of rich rice fragrance, the fragrance is like an invisible magic, people smell the mouth watering. The bird could not help but swallow, and silently prayed in his heart that several small owners could return soon, so that they could enjoy the delicious food of the ancestors.
"Feng, don't look at it, go to the entrance of the village and see if they have come back." Huo Bingbing skillfully scooped up the fried dishes and placed them on a plate. Then she raised her head slightly and took a look at the bird standing in the window. Her beautiful face was filled with a happy smile. In the past, she had only known the creation of human beings from mud, but she had never known the joy of raising children. Until now, she finally truly experienced this unique happiness. Although in many cases, she will be angry with these little people, the top of the head, almost mad, but more often, the heart is filled with happiness. Especially when the five little ones cuddly hugged her, and coquely shouted for her mother to hug her, she only felt that her heart had been melted, and even wanted to give them their own heart.
"Yes, I'll go right away." When the bird heard this, it immediately fanned its wings excitedly and flew to the entrance of the village. It secretly calculated in his heart, a few small master sent the woman back to the town, according to the time calculation, it is almost time to come back.
Sure enough, as soon as they reached the entrance of the village, they saw a carriage coming slowly from a distance. Huo Zhong's little head was still sticking out of the window, looking around curiously. The bird saw this scene, a burst of joy in his heart, immediately flapped his wings and flew over, screaming angrily: "Master master, the ancestors cooked a meal, waiting for you to go home to eat."
There was only one narrow road into the village of Evildoers. On the left side of the road were the towering mountains, and on the right were the unfathomable and frightening cliffs. The coachman, an old man, sat at the front of the carriage with his whip firmly in his hand, and was driving with great attention. Suddenly, there was a colorful and chattering bird overhead, and it crackled and said a lot of people's words. This sudden scene really scared the old man. He had lived for decades and had never seen a bird that could talk, and the strange sight made him instantly lose his mind. And at this moment of distraction, the accident happened, he drove the carriage directly off the cliff.
"Uh-huh... " As the carriage fell out of control, for a moment, screams rang through the air.
This mutation also scared the bird so much that it almost peed. It did not dare to have the slightest delay, immediately flapped its wings, and flew back to the valley of the wicked at the fastest speed, while flying also shouted at the top of its lungs: "Father, help, help, the master is in danger, they fell off the cliff, help, help!" The shrill cry for help echoed for a long time in the air of the wicked village.
When the wicked heard the cry, they ran out of their homes. However, their expressions were not worried, but extremely happy.
"Good, these demons finally get their comeups, aha ha ha ha." "Cried a wicked man with a face full of excitement.
"We are finally out of the misery, no longer bullied by them, aha ha ha ha!" "Echoed the other villain.
"Yes, I've had enough of them these past few years. Today is a celebration day for everyone. Let's have a good drink to celebrate."
"Yes, yes, yes, we must celebrate."
"Let's go, today's my treat, all go to my house to eat the old hen."
Zhang Daniu, however, skimmed his lips in disgust: "What to eat, old hen? I want to eat human flesh."
"It's too late for that now, where am I going to get you meat?" I'll go out and catch someone in a few days, cook them, stew them, and eat what you like."
"Well, if a few demons die, chicken is chicken."
Then the evil people went off to celebrate, regardless of the fact that the children were in danger.
And in the middle of the cliff, the carriage was still whizzing down. A few little people sitting in the carriage, had already been scared numb, small face white, they thought that this must be certain to die.
At this juncture, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the air: "East son, south son, west son, north son, you do not be afraid, let grandpa drive the carriage, you will be fine, soon can come up."
'It's mother! When the little ones heard the words, they burst into tears of joy. Their mother had never deceived them as long as they could understand, and they knew that as long as her mother was safe, nothing bad would happen to them.
Huo Dong breathed a deep sigh of relief, and the fear in his heart finally eased a little. He managed to collect himself and said to the old man driving the carriage: "Grandpa, don't be afraid, mother says we will be fine, you just drive the carriage as usual."
"Yeah, yeah! The other little ones chimed in.
The old coachman was already trembling with fear, his whip was almost out of his hand, and his heart was filled with sadness. His grandson was just born a month ago, still waiting for him to go back to do the full moon wine, did not expect, he is now going to be buried under the cliff, woo woo!
"You... You... You boys are so naive. The wagon fell off a cliff, and... How are you going to drive a carriage?" 'said the old coachman helplessly. In his opinion, this is simply impossible. How could the carriage continue when it had fallen off the cliff and lost its balance? Oh, babies are babies. They don't know any common sense.
Huo Dong's expression was extremely serious: "Grandpa, you just trust us for once, maybe the carriage can really return to the cliff."
"Yes, yes, it is called death and birth." Honan followed.
"You're going to die anyway, Grandpa, so try it." The little ones talked persuasively.
The old coachman was frightened by the sound of the wind in his ears. His mind kept coming back to the horror of falling off a cliff and dying in pieces.
Several guys saw this and said in unison, "Grandpa, we don't want to die."
The coachman looked at their innocent little faces, and his heart felt so sour that he could not hold back his tears. Why does he want to die? It was a great pity that he had so many things left to do, that he had not filled his grandchildren with moon wine, had not changed their names and entered their genealogies.
"Well, I... I'll try." It's just, you're gonna die anyway, so be stupid for once. The old coachman felt a jerk in his heart, clenched the REINS in his hand, lashed the horse's bottom with his whip, and shouted loudly: "Driving... "
"Hissing! Unexpectedly, the horse, which had been falling down, suddenly seemed to be injected with a mysterious force, as if it had come to life, neighed, suddenly raised the horse's head, and actually ran in the air of the cliff.
When the groom saw this, he suddenly froze for a moment, thinking that he had hallucinated, subconsciously reached out and rubbed his eyes, and then carefully looked around. That's right, the horse really took off and didn't go down any further.
Crying for joy, he gave the horse a sharp blow on the buttocks with his whip and shouted again.
Several guys saw this, hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa, go up, go up."
"Yes, my mother is waiting for us up there." They know that at this moment they are in the middle of the cliff, can not go up, extremely dangerous. Only by driving the carriage back to the cliff can we safely return to the village of the wicked.
The old coachman seemed to be still in a dream. His heart was full of excitement, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. "Yes, yes, up and up."