Chapter 26 the bird

It's hot, and so is the water. The sun burned from the sky to the ground like a fire, and it boiled the river water.The river has risen, the river has risen, and it has risen to the door of the little bird. In front of the little bird's door is a huge old water weng tree, under which lies a huge blue stone, and the little bird is sitting on that stone.One end of the stone is connected to the Dongjiang River, and the other side is leaning on a small road. Women who want to wash things in the river have to pass through here to go to the small port on the other side. Whenever someone came near, the little bird would open her two tiny arms towards them, swinging them like branches in the wind. She opened her mouth, and a tearing "dumb...dumb... …"Voice.The little bird is dumb, and although she is four years old, she cannot learn to talk like other children, nor can she learn to sing like the birds in the trees.

"She wants to be hugged," Gaga said. Gaga walked over and wanted to hug her.The little bird wrapped her two tiny arms around his neck tightly, and she let out a strange laugh, which was piercing and sad—as if she didn't belong here, but Is from another planet, abandoned in this village.Gaga couldn't pick her up because he was that small himself—he was only two years older than Birdie.Gaga wanted to put her down, but the bird refused to let go, so Gaga had to forcefully break her little hand away. Gaga walked away, and the bird flew down from the tree.The birds were usually very afraid of people, but they were not afraid of her, as if they trusted her alone in the whole village. The larks flew to her shoulders and sang songs, and the little sparrows came to her side and jumped around. jump to.The little bird smiled with her head down—she liked to laugh very much, and played with a few small stones in her hands while laughing.

The women on the other side of the pier were washing clothes, vegetables, and all kinds of bottles and cans.They like to talk loudly. After washing the clothes, they wring them out one by one and put them neatly into the bamboo baskets, piled up to the brim. Then they take the bamboo baskets in one hand and stride home.When the woman approached the little girl, the birds scattered and flew away again, so the woman stopped, bent down to tease the girl, pinched her face with her fingers, and sighed—such a pretty little girl, It turned out to be a mute, what a pity!But the girl is stupid, she doesn't seem to care at all, no matter who approaches her, she will raise her head and smile at people, open her hands to be hugged, her eyes are soft and focused.

The summer is getting bigger and bigger, and the river rises higher, completely submerging many wild chrysanthemums and long reeds with small yellow flowers blooming beside the water.Naked boys are always swimming in the water. Sometimes they swim to the old water man tree, grab the roots of the old tree with both hands, and beat the water fiercely with their feet, splashing again and again. a heavy rain.The water splashed on the bird and got her all wet.Seeing someone playing with her, the little bird stood up, slapped his hands and danced, laughing happily, so that the boy was so embarrassed that he dived to the bottom of the water and swam far away.

One day, a painting woman came to the village.She was carrying a portfolio and wearing a pretty floral dress, walking along the river.When she walked up to Xiaoniao, Xiaoniao smiled at her as always, and stretched out her hands to hug her. "What a cute girl, like a little angel!" The woman stopped, she squatted down, hugged the little bird happily, and kissed her on the cheek.Later, she decided to include birds in her paintings.In this way, the woman came for several days in a row. Every day she came, she always picked up the child, lifted her up in the air, played with her for a while, and then put her on the ground, set up the painting shelf, and began to draw. painting.While the woman was painting, the little bird was playing beside her.She likes to squeeze women's paint onto the palette, melt it with river water, and then apply it on the stone with heart.Later, when the woman's painting was completed, the small stones under the water weng tree became colorful, as if the eggs were born by the beautiful phoenix in the legend.

The painting woman picked up her portfolio and left the village satisfied.From that day on, the little bird no longer smiled at people, and she no longer stretched out her hand to passers-by.She still sits under the big tree every day, sometimes babbling, sometimes standing up and looking left and right, looking around.However, the woman who painted the picture never came again. It rained one after another in Xiaohewan, gradually diluting the color on the stone.One day, people suddenly discovered that the bird had disappeared. Where did the little bird go? Now, the children are sitting around under the tree, listening to Gaga talk about the little bird: "I saw it with my own eyes - I lied to you that I was a puppy! That afternoon, I was sitting here dozing off when I heard 'bu' When I opened my eyes wide, I saw that the bird had grown a pair of wings! I was so frightened that I opened my mouth and couldn’t speak. The bird saw that I woke up and ignored it. She flapped her wings twice. The flying things in our village, such as bees, dragonflies, butterflies, big birds and small birds, all flew with her, and they flew higher and higher until they reached the sky gone."

Gaga is an honest boy, he never cheats. The little bird grew a pair of wings and flew away. She flew to the high and far blue sky, where it was warm and beautiful, like a mother's embrace.