foil road

A row of juan trees are planted beside the Xiaohe River, which is in the flowering period. The pink stamens are surrounded by five white petals, and they are surrounded by clusters. Standing on the other side of the river, it is very refreshing and refreshing.

Bai Bailin squatted under a Juan tree, digging a pit with a wooden stick, preparing to bury Wu Ban.The soil was soft, and he quickly dug out a satisfactory oval-shaped cemetery.

"Dian Dian, I saw that this tree blooms the best. If you sleep under it, it will bloom even better."

Bai Bolin put Wu Ban into the pit, touched the gray-green bird feathers, closed his eyes, and covered Wu Ban with the piled soil, layer after layer, until it was higher than the ground.Bai Bolin patted the mound of soil into a cone shape again with his hands—every Bomin's grave is cone-shaped.

"Okay——" Bai Bailin sat on the ground, staring at the sky in a daze, and the clouds drifted past in strands and strands.Now, he has calmed down, and he is a little shy about crying and screaming in the morning, worried that it will affect Sheluxi's good impression of him.

"Ugh."

Bai Bailin stood up and went to find some soft branches, and wanted to weave them into triangular poles and insert them on the small tomb of Wu Ban. He heard from the head of the orphanage that the triangular poles, the symbol of the country of Talgis, would radiate happiness. .Bai Bailin wandered around looking under every Jujube tree, and finally found a handful. He went back to Wuban's grave, sat cross-legged, and weaved according to his imagination.

Approaching noon, the temperature of the wind has risen, and the air entwined with the fragrance of jujube flowers is flowing slowly.

The weaving of the triangular rods was not smooth, and Bai Bailin had many broken spring branches by his hand.At this time, he heard the sound of someone walking on the grass.

Bai Bailin looked back, and was taken aback—the visitor was dressed in a dignified attire, which didn't match the shabby Juanshu, and was more suitable to stand beside Yuntonghua.

The stranger said in a familiar tone: "Good morning!"

Bai Bailin stood up restrainedly, and asked back, "Good morning, sir."

"Are you making something up?"

"Yes, weaving triangular poles."

The stranger looked at Bai Bolin and said, "You are not like a person from the country of Talgis, but like a Bomin."

"I'm Bomin, but I want to weave a triangular pole, can't I?"

The stranger bent down to look at the failure on the ground, and said with a smile, "But this is not a triangle pole."

Bai Bailin stammered and defended: "I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it either."

"Let me make it up for you."

The stranger didn't care about the expensive robes, he sat down on the ground and started weaving the triangular poles. Bai Bailin squatted opposite him and watched. Soon, a standard triangular pole appeared on the stranger's fingertips.

"Okay! Where is it plugged in?"

"here."

Bai Bolin pointed to the small cemetery next to him.

"Put a triangular pole in Bomin's cemetery? What an interesting match. A human cemetery can't be so small. Are pets buried here?"

Bai Bailin showed a sad expression, and his green eyes darkened again.

"This is my partner, and it's the best five spots."

The stranger's expression became very interesting, he approached Bai Bailin, and asked in a soft voice: "Then you are the best Wenniaotong?"

Bai Bailin was full of doubts, and said, "I'm Wen Niaotong, but I'm not the best."

"As far as I know, the best five-spotted kids are the only ones who can raise the best noodle boys."

"I'm not—" Bai Bailin said with tears in his eyes, "I'm not, I killed the only Wu Ban in the regiment!"

After speaking, Bai Bailin ran away crying.

The stranger solemnly inserted the triangular pole in Wuban's cemetery, said softly, "Thanks for your hard work," and then left too.

Bai Bailin wiped away his tears before entering the camp, and he went to Sheluxi's tent again.Sheluxi lay on the table, motionless.

The members of the troupe had already dispersed, and they were preparing for the evening performance in their respective tents. Grandfather and mother wandered in each tent with the sound of the ensemble of Zhongyin and Longsheng.

Bai Bailin tentatively said: "The leader——"

"Sorry, Xiao Lin, you can't play tonight."

Shelushi's voice was muffled.

"I know."

"You buried Wuban?"

"Well, it's buried under the juan tree."

"I will find a way," Sheluxi raised her head, sat upright, and looked at Bai Bolin with compassion, "I will find a way to buy a three-spotted one, and you will keep it."

She Luxi's eyes blurred Bai Bailin's vision again, and he choked up and asked, "Will our regiment never have five spots again?"

"There will be, and there will be in the future. Really, the performance was already very shabby, and now it's even more—" She Luxi wanted to tease the lively atmosphere, but he couldn't accept it.

"You go back first."

"Yes."

Bai Bolin got out of the tent and walked around the empty camp.At noon, he was the first to eat the lunch cooked by Chef Wangzhuang: stewed crispy black pork, oil-dried dried vegetables without any spices and pinky biscuits.

“Warm meal is good!”

Bai Bolin was not picky, squatting by the big stove to finish his lunch, and then helped the oldest Wenniao Tong Ge Zhong Yi and Sheng Fu in the regiment to boil hot water.Ge Zhongyi has just come of age, and he can no longer be a stable bird boy, but the Shangyu Theater Troupe is short of manpower, so he can only continue to serve.The pigeon clock is afraid of staining the clothes. Before scooping up the hot water, the sleeves will be rolled up very high, revealing the thin gold chain on the wrist. The gold is shining in the sun's rays.

Bai Bolin thought that Ge Zhongyi was the most temperamental person he had ever met.

"Brother Xiao Yi, I'll help you get dressed later!"

"is it okay?"

"Ok!"

"Thank you."

Pigeon Zhongyi smiled lightly, and Bai Bailin felt that the sadness in his heart had been washed away a lot.

"Xiao Lin is such a strong child. After the first little bird I raised died, I didn't speak for three whole days."

"I'm not as powerful as Brother Xiao Yi said."

Pigeon Zhongyi touched Bai Bailin's head, and smiled more gently.

After the three of them delivered the water, Bai Bolin helped Pigeon Zhongyi get dressed, and went to the camp again. It was already afternoon, and there were only a few hours left before the performance started. Workers in Wangzhuang are making final adjustments.

At this time, he saw Shengfu walking in from the entrance of the camp, holding a few skewers of meat, eating deliciously.

"Brother Shengfu! Where did you get the meat skewers? Did Sheng Niang give you money?"

"No, no. You eat!"

Shengfu gave Bai Bailin two pieces, and Bai Bailin ate the scorched meat skewers.

"Who bought it for you? Uncle Sheng has no money."

"It's a big, big kind person, give it."

"Great good man? Who is it? People?"

Sheng Fu pointed to the outside of the camp, and Bai Bolin ran to look with the meat skewers, and there was indeed a person standing outside, holding a birdcage covered with cloth in his hand.

"It's you."

"It's me!"

After a few hours of separation, Bai Bailin met the stranger whom he met in the morning again, and the stranger changed into a more luxurious dress.

"Where is your head? Why don't you come out? I obviously asked someone to call for it."

"You mean the tall, fat man who just went in?"

"Well! I talked to him for a long time, but he just stared at the meat skewer in my hand, so I gave it to him, and then he went in."

Bai Bailin said with shame on his face: "He didn't find the leader, so I'll take you there. What's the matter?"

The stranger replied excitedly: "Ah, it's not a big deal, I want to join you!"

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I have something to do, so I'm a few days late.

As it is written, the content of one chapter is divided into two chapters.