Chapter 27 Yifeifei

My brother-in-law is a senior engineer retired from a state-owned enterprise. He has strong hands-on skills. He builds chicken coops, digs cesspools, and makes bamboo chairs.Listening to the sound of birds in the yard, he seemed to have another order. He brought a saw, hammer and calipers, carefully designed and constructed a pointed birdhouse with a few planks.The straw whiskers are laid inside, which is equivalent to the Simmons of birds.The arched doors and windows and the steps in front of the door are more like a five-star hotel, allowing princes and princesses in fairy tales to enter and exit gracefully.

We excitedly fixed it on a big tree, waiting wholeheartedly for the coming of the pink fairy tale, waiting for rows of bird heads to appear in the window.But several months have passed, and the birdhouse has not moved at all.Many birds have visited and looked at it.But they looked around, absent-minded, and soon flapped their wings and flew away, dismissing the European-style noble houses. We were rather dismayed. One day, there was a fallen leaf fluttering and jumping on the ground, attracting dogs and cats to watch and yell.We took a closer look and found that it was not a fallen leaf, but a fledgling baby bird, whose eyes could not be opened yet, whose feet could not stand firmly, and whose mouth was so big that the whole head was just a mouth, with a branch pointing towards it. The light red meat trumpets open in the sky, waiting for life-saving food.We checked its whole body, but didn't find any injuries—probably it was accidentally dropped by the bird mother.

After driving the cat and the dog away, the wife dripped a few drops of water into its wide-open mouth, broke apart the rice, and fed a few half grains to it to quench its hunger and thirst.After all this is done, put it in a cardboard box and put it back in a conspicuous place outside, hoping that the mother bird can see it at a glance when it comes back. One day passed, and there were so many birds singing in the yard, I don't know what they were preaching and arguing about.But the mother bird never showed up.The wife couldn't help being a little disappointed: "How did this mother become a mother? The fat sister-in-law lost the baby on the way back to her mother's house, don't you know?"

Two days have passed, and there are still too many birds chirping in the yard. I don't know what they are preaching and arguing about.But still no big bird came to claim it.The wife was even more angry: "Why are you so cruel? Such a stupid woman who abuses her underage children should be punished by law!" I said, "Do you want to go into the woods and read some People's Daily editorials to them?" We named it "Feifei", which means flying.After a few days of feeding, I saw that it was out of danger, its voice became louder, and its small wings began to flutter, so I sent it to the aviary on the tree.There are big birds coming and going.We wanted him to be a prominent target, to get the attention of the big birds, and to get the message back to his mother if possible.We hope that it will be at least a little less lonely and fearful in the family affection of its kind.

Then the fact is: its chirping sound disappeared in the tree.We thought it had flown away, that it had returned to its mother.But we soon find Feifei's dead body floating in a pool.According to the signs at the scene, it once wanted to fly away, but it was not very good at flying. It may have fluttered two or three times, and finally cut one end into the pool. It is a child who wants to find his mother day and night. It is Fei Fei who wants to enter the sky day and night. I later learned from books that animals sometimes abandon or even devour their own children—if they think it is necessary to weed out the weak and ensure the vitality of the population.According to this statement, I have to imagine another cause of Feifei's death: it didn't fall into the pool by itself, but was thrown into the water deliberately by its mother after it was discovered by its mother.This sickly little guy, finally died of a noble and decisive murder?

There are all kinds of possibilities in a dark night. A few days later, in the dead of night, all the birds were returning to their nests, but there was one bird that always croaked loudly on the treetop. Godlike.Even when it stopped screaming, and whether it stopped screaming, I have a very faint impression.At first I thought that the solitary singing of the solitary bird was for courtship, but later I wondered why the other suitors did not sing.In the end, I finally heard the desolation in the shouting, and felt that it was more like a mother's distressed call in search of her children.

Because of this kind of call, with this kind of sadness and despair that cools the bottom of my heart, a night can become a real night in the mountains and villages.