Peach Blossom Debt

I was lying on the ground in the middle of the room very sadly, shaking my tentacles.

The four walls of the door and window of this room are empty, as if covered by an invisible cover. I left and right hit, and I can't find a gap to drill and a small hole to hide.

There is only one table in the center of the hood, and there is a plate of pastry on the table, which smells fragrantly.

There was a man standing by the table, smiling and waiting for me to climb onto the table and climb into the plate.

This is to make a suit and wait for me. If I crawl in, I'm a fool.

I originally lived in another yard, but the dross of the kitchen was so greasy and I crawled into the yard thousands of miles to see if there were any fresh things to beat.

Who knows that just over a threshold hill following the scent, he was blocked in this room and could not climb out.

I saw that there was nothing but a table in the room, and when I saw the man, I felt that my limit was reached.

I lay on the ground motionless, the man looked at me, and I looked at him.

He is here to kill me and trample me, I can't run away. But even if you can't run, don't expect me to get into the cover myself.

He looked at me and said kindly: "You come up and eat. I won't hurt you, this is for you."

I can understand this, and the letter is strange.

I continue to lie on your stomach, you are more happy to kill or to catch, don't do so many tricks.

I saw that the feet under his robe moved slightly and walked closer to me. I shook my tentacles indifferently.

Instead of lifting his feet, he crouched down and placed the huge plate of pastry on the ground close to me. Youxiang is really tempting.

He said slowly, "If I want to hurt you, it's easy, why should I give you something to eat. Again, if I really want to hurt you, how can you not escape today, why not eat enough some."

I shook the tentacles again, think about it, too.

I ca n’t run anyway, it ’s not as good as Laotun.

I quickly climbed up the edge of the plate, climbed up the tempting pastry mountain, and plunged into its soft skin.

When I swelled my stomach, I stopped with great satisfaction. I think there must be a shine on my shell now. I found a flat place on the pastry hill and slept down comfortably.

When he woke up, he was still at the table.

I guarded the Pastry Mountain, ate and slept, and slept and ate. After a day and night, he was still standing next to him. In the next morning, I fell asleep and was just about to wake up. He heard a crunching door and he went out.

I quickly climbed off the table, trying to find a gap to drill out. But the invisible barriers are always tight and I can't find a way out.

Looking for it, he came back, and I immediately hid in the shadow of the table foot. The barrier was of no use to him. As soon as he left, he walked in.

I heard a click on the table. He leaned down, as if knowing where I was, still very kindly: "I took a plate of new snacks, you eat new ones."

I slowly crawled down the table legs to the table, climbed to the edge of the white and cool porcelain plate, and got into the cracks of the cake. There is also a large plate next to the porcelain dish, which is filled with shallow water.

When I changed to the new dessert of the fifth disc, I looked at him on the table. He hadn't moved much or slept these days. He was stronger than me.

I buried my head on the dim sum mountain and gnawed a huge meringue. He said, "Is the dim sum delicious for you?"

I shook my tentacles.

He also said: "If you look for food yourself, can you find such a good thing."

I gnawed the meringue and thought hesitantly, without moving the tentacles.

He said: "Then I don't care about you. Would you like me to give you something to eat? You live here without going anywhere."

I held a corner of the meringue and thought, I can't guarantee this, who can guarantee that I will not get tired of eating these things? But this man is really quirky and wants to raise a cockroach. These things are cheaper than other cockroaches. So I can agree first.

So I shook my tentacles.

Unexpectedly, he was really happy, and immediately laughed. I froze in a hug, and he smiled pretty. Among people, he is pretty. It's as satisfying as meringue.

He really kept his promise, the barrier was gone, and I could go in and out freely. I made a nest for myself in a crack in the corner of the room and stayed. Go to the table every day to eat the refreshing water he puts. After I was full, I crossed the threshold and walked thousands of miles into the yard to see the scenery and eat. There was an extra bed in this room, and he slept on it at night.

Only he lived in the yard. But a man wearing an apricot robe often came to the yard, always carrying a huge baggage. There are also a few people in dark blue robes who dazzle their shirts. When the dazzling gown came back for the first time, I was nibbling the bean paste on the dessert mountain. He always gives me thoughtful food and breaks up the snacks, so that I can eat both the skin and the filling. I am very satisfied.

I was gnawing contentedly, a huge face in the dazzling robe approached, and immediately sighed. I held one of the snack walls tightly and was blown to the edge of the dish, and fell down.

Shaking his robe and shaking his head, he said, "Oh, look at his situation at this time, it's really sighing."

I blew my heels and sighed pretendingly, I don't like this person.

Mo Lanpao sighed when he first came back, said nothing, and shook his head.

These people come and go, but he has been in the small courtyard. I have never seen him go out. I think he is quite strange. He sometimes sits at the table and reads a book. Once he put the book on the table. I crawled over his writing and took a walk. He lifted me up with the book and looked at me Smiled. I think he laughed really well. In a short period of time, I think I might not get tired of the snacks he gave me.

I don't know how long I lived with him in this yard. All in all, the grass in the courtyard has turned yellow, and there are obstructive leaves everywhere.

That day I went to the yard to eat again and crawled to the pond. What a gust of wind blew me into the pond. I was struggling toward the edge of the pool while paddling, and a big mouth of a fish came out of the water, suddenly enveloping me.

Total darkness.

I don't know which one will be cheaper for the snacks on his table in the future.

I squatted on an old tree branch and shook my dark hair.

The scholar under the tree hadn't left yet. He was holding a few pieces of eating debris in his palm, trying to lead me to peck on his hands. I flapped my wings and screamed hoarsely.

Lao Tzu's sturdy body is not a house sparrow, so how can he eat something in his hands.

The scholar still stood.

The young monk who swept the fallen leaves under the tree said, "Don't stop standing, donor. This old crow has lived on this tree for a few years. No one has ever fed it, and it doesn't eat anything in the hands of the people. He is obedient and familiar with people. "

The scholar finally withdrew his hand and said, "Is it." The debris under his hand was spilled under the tree.

I'm not refusing to give him face or eat his food, but his palms can't bear my bones. I flapped my wings and flew off the ground, crouched beside him, and pecked at the debris.

I looked up and saw him smiling at me.

I have lived in the old tree in front of the back door of this small temple for a long time.

I originally lived on another hill, but the wind and thunderstorm that day, the tree I lived was blown down, my father and brother flew things, and I moved to the tree in front of a family at first. Every morning, I went to their ridge to make a call and remind them of their time. But the mother-in-law of the family said that I was unlucky and used a bamboo pole to smash my nest and greeted me with stones. I changed a few places one after another, and I was never seen. In the end, it was impossible to fly to the tree behind this small temple and set up a nest overnight. The next day the young monk came to sweep the floor outside and looked at me and shouted, "Master, an old crow is coming from the tree."

The old monk protruded half of his body from the back door and looked up at me, saying, "Amitabha, it's a good thing to have birds coming to live, let it live."

The monk in the monk's temple is a vegetarian, and I love meat. However, there are a lot of game on this mountain, it is easy to catch. I squatted on the tree every day. The young monk was fined by the old monk for copying the scriptures. The young monk complained that the big monk bullied him. I know all.

I pecked the debris from the ground and flew back to the branch. From this day on, he came to see me every day and gave me food all over the floor.

I heard the young monk asking the old monk: "Master, the donor, the one who comes and goes without a trace every day, I don't know where I live, won't it be a ghost?"

The old monk said: "Amitabha, the donor is extraordinary, not a ghost. The monk must remember not to be suspicious."

I heard the young monk asking the old monk again, "Master, Master, the donor visits the old crow every day. Why is this?"

The old monk said: "Amitabha, all things in the world are originally a fate. I am afraid that only causality is known to me."

He comes every day, sunny days, cloudy days, windy, rainy, and snowy. Later, when I saw him, I squatted on a low tree branch. Sometimes he helped the young monk sweep leaves, sometimes he taught the young monk to write, and sometimes he read with a book. But most of him stood and sat under the tree, often talking to me. He said that the scenery on the mountain is very good, the market below the mountain is very lively, this thing happened in the market today, and that thing happened in the market tomorrow, he said everything about people, but I can hear Understand, I just listen.

The young monk gradually became familiar with him, and specially prepared a stool for him, and he took it out and sat for him as soon as he came.

The old monk often played with round black and white stones under the tree. I squatted on the tree branch, sometimes called twice.