Cyan Pearl Yeming

One month.

After Jin Sheng broke his leg, he was half-bed at home and recuperated for a month.

The wisteria flowers in the yard are all gone, leaving only lush green leaves.

The little oriole perches lonely among the branches and leaves, looking at his window, eating the leaves of green vegetables.

Jin Sheng had also lost weight, and the kitchen hadn't had a fire for a long time, and there was a bag of dry buns by the bed, which he bought on the street not long ago with a wooden stick.At that time, the street was very lively, and people passing by were still talking about the bead curtain with great interest. He was not unhappy when he heard that no one had found it yet.

But not happy for long.When he got home, he threw the wooden stick to the ground, fell heavily on the bed, was stunned for a while, and beat the broken leg that was still bound with the wooden plank a few times in resentment. After suffering the pain, he froze again , After a while, he took out a round bead from his bosom, slowly stroked it with his fingers, and stared at it for a long time.

The little oriole stopped eating the vegetables, and looked into Jin Sheng's eyes.Jin Sheng's eyes were depressed, anxious, helpless, and even resentful.Xiao Huangqi's eyes are deep, as if there are human feelings, concern, worry, and a little bit of anxiety.

Seeing Jin Sheng sitting motionless on the bed, keeping the posture of holding the cyan bead in his hand, from sunset to sunset to sunrise, the cyan bead from dim to glowing and then back to dim, and the little oriole lying on its side in the wisteria trellis, After hiding his head under the wings for a long time, he finally stretched his legs and stood up.It's like thinking about something for a long time and finally thinking about the result.

Stretch your legs and wings, then fly up, leave the wooden house and yard in the faint morning light, and fly to the distant mountains where the morning glow is gradually fading.

The mountain is still the same mountain, and the cliff is still the same cliff, but in the early summer of June, the trees on the cliff and the vines and grass under the cliff are more verdant.

Little Oriole is different from Jin Sheng, it has wings, and when it reaches the edge of the cliff, it flies down the bottomless cliff without fear.

Flying to the middle of the mountain, a large area of ​​the mountain wall is not covered by vegetation, only bare rocks, and when I look closely, I find that there is a small stone cave in the middle.On the edge of the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, there is a little bit of fluorescence in the white flakes.

The little oriole flew into the cave.The hole is only as big as an adult's palm, and larger animals and humans cannot enter.The sun can't get in, and it's almost dark inside.

But in the darkness, in the depths of the cave, there is a large stone wall, just like a bright galaxy, constantly shining with dark blue fragments of light.

The little oriole screamed excitedly, and flew over like an arrow, sticking to the stone wall, and saw those large, almost innumerable... cyan beads embedded in the wall.It flapped its wings and pecked and bit with its beak, but the bead didn't loosen at all.

The little oriole didn't move, and the cave became quiet.But it was only silent for a short moment, and after a moment, the little oriole disappeared, replaced by a boy in yellow shirt.Under the reflection of the light on the stone wall, one can see the immature and delicate face of the young man, who is only eleven or twelve years old.

The young man looked down at his hands, and made a few grasping movements with both hands unnaturally, his face showed joy, he laughed softly, and quickly used both hands to grab the bead on the wall.The wall is made of mud and stone, wet and watery, not strong, and it was loosened by human hands after a few strokes, and round pearls fell into the young man's hands easily.

The boy held a lot of cyan beads in his hands, and the dark blue light gathered together, illuminating the cave even brighter.After looking happily for a few times, he planned to put them into his arms, but at this moment, he noticed a shadow passing by in front of him from the corner of his eye.

The boy's heart skipped a beat, and he looked over vigilantly, and what he saw was a long strip of green thing... It even moved a bit.

A sense of fear suddenly rushed into his heart, his limbs were all stiff, he did not dare to move, his eyes stared straight there, thinking, could it be a snake, what should I do...

But the thing didn't move again, completely still.After the boy was silent with it for a long time, he took a deep breath, took a light step forward, and took another step.

As he got closer, he finally saw clearly that it was a long green bamboo as thick as an arm, but its surface was shiny and moist, similar to the skin of some living thing.

But the bamboo leaves are all there, it is just a bamboo.The young man breathed a sigh of relief, ignored it, put the pile of cyanine beads in his arms, and went back to the mountain wall, stretched out his hand and continued to pull.

Just as the boy's hand touched the wet and rough mudstone mountain wall, a cough sounded from behind him, a low, sandy cough that belonged to a human man.

The boy was frightened and petrified again, not daring to move or turn his head, but his ears were sensitive, and he heard clearly what a human male voice said——

"No more digging."