Chapter 18:

Yuan Xiang'er's home is in the southernmost part of Queqiu Town, backed by the endless Sirius Mountain Range, and further south is uninhabited.
Following the muddy path, Yuan Xianger walked slowly into the mountains, silently following a rare silver wolf on her side.
Going to the intersection of the forest, the virgin forest is deeper and deeper, and it is also the land where fairies often haunt.
Yuan Xianger stopped, pursed her lips, reached out her hand to touch the pair of soft fur ears, thinking sadly: This is the last time, and I don't know who will get the good fur of this body in the future.
She reluctantly let go of her hand, "Go back, you are free."
It was not until he heard these words that Nan He was sure that Yuan Xianger was really willing to let him leave.
At the beginning, she was so injured that she could hardly support it, she carried herself out of the spiritual world from this intersection and into the human world.
At that time, his spiritual power was exhausted, his legs were broken, and he was put in a bamboo basket, almost desperate. He felt that this human being would definitely take advantage of his weakest time to force him to sign a slave contract, and would drive himself as a slave from then on.
But the imaginary pain and humiliation never came, and he was sent back here.
At this time, Nan He even felt that if Yuan Xianger cast spells here and now to force him to conclude the contract, he might not have the heart to resist.
But no, nothing. The man just said to him easily, "Go back."
The silver Sirius dived into the jungle, and finally glanced back. The man stood on the mountain road and waved to himself desperately: "Be careful, don't get hurt again, if something happens, come back to me again."
Behind her is the colorful human world. It is a world intertwined with gentleness and despicableness, kindness and cruelty.
Noisy, lively, there is a warm cushion.
Nan He turned his head, and the silver figure disappeared into the forest.
...
In the yard,
Yuan Xiang'er was standing on the edge of the eaves and chopping wood. Standing still with her feet, with a sharp axe, she cleanly chopped a piece of wood in half.
On weekdays, the little lump that squatted on the floor of the eaves rail and watched her chopping wood disappeared, and it made the courtyard a lot empty.
She sighed and continued to chop the firewood resignedly.
"Why chop so much firewood in one breath? Look at your sweaty head." Yun Niang who was passing by called to her and took out the Sipa in her arms to wipe her sweat.
"While it's not raining today, chop more and dry it so that it can be put in the wood house." Yuan Xianger stretched her small face over and asked her to help her wipe the sweat off her face.
Shi Niang's veil is azure, and the corner is embroidered with a picture of a fish playing with lotus leaves. A small blue fish is vivid and elegant in the play room.
"Xiang'er, where did Xiao Nan go? I made the sauce big bone, and I was about to ask it to taste it, but I couldn't find it everywhere." Yun Niang asked.
Yuan Xianger paused, picked up a piece of wood and placed it on the pier, "He ran away and went back to the mountain."
The axe snapped the firewood in half, and she picked up another one and set it up.
"Oh, did you run away? I thought I would stay at our house forever." Yun Niang stood by and watched for a while, remembering that the little girl was carrying the Coyote in and out, knowing her heart Reluctant,
"Xiang'er, if you like white dogs, I will go to the market and buy one for you. It will happen to be a couple with the little black at home."
Xiao Hei heard someone mention its name and ran over, wagging his tail happily. Xiao Hei is very happy these days. Since the wolf cub disappeared, the yard has become its world again.
"No need, thank you Madam." Yuan Xianger grinned at her madam reluctantly, her grievance barely rising.
The whole body is silvery white, without a trace of variegation. The hair is thick and dense, soft and smooth to the touch. The silver silk slipped between the fingers, but the short fluff on the neck was pierced, leaving the fingertips tingling and itchy. Where can such a beautiful and attractive dog buy?
How refreshing it was when I let go, now I feel aggrieved.
"If you can't bear it, you can look for it in the mountains more, maybe you can find it again." Yun Niang found a wooden stake next to her and sat down, "When the teacher was young, she also raised a small fish. He ran aground on the beach and was found by me. He took him home and kept him in a water tank in my yard."
"I like him very much. Before going to school every day, I have to lie on the edge of the water tank and talk to him. That little fish seems to be very aura. Every time I see him, he will push up on the water. The duckweed showed his small round head. Sometimes, when he was not paying attention, I secretly kissed him on that head. Scared him and slipped back to the bottom of the water, shaking my face."
Yun Niang's white fingers supported her chin, and she recalled her childhood. The years seemed to take care of her, and there was almost no trace of aging on her face.
Yuan Xianger put down the axe, rubbed his arm and listened.
"But one day he disappeared suddenly, and the yard was so small. I searched many places and asked all the people in the family. No one knew where he was going." Yunniang cast her gaze to the horizon. Yunxia,
"What happened later? Didn't you find it?" Yuan Xianger couldn't help asking.
"Of course not, how could I let him run like this." Yun Niang smiled, "Madam Yun, I was young and had a great temper. If I couldn't find him, I went to the beach to find him. Where he stranded, every day Looking at the sea, he was ungrateful, left without saying goodbye, ruthless, ruthless. Finally one day, the round head appeared on the sea again, looking at me sullenly."
"So I laughed and put him in a basin, and took him home." Yunniang stood up, rubbed Yuan Xiang'er's head with her kerchief, and turned and went into the house.
"Can it be like this?" Yuan Xianger felt better after hearing the story. The little fish that Yun Niang raised was obviously a fairy, perhaps because she liked Yun Niang, she finally returned to her.
Yun Niang is just an ordinary person.
I should also have the opportunity to meet the little fairies who are willing to stay by my side, instead of screaming and screaming to put them under house arrest.
Yuan Xianger picked up the chopped firewood scattered on the ground and staggered them neatly on the open ground, waiting for them to dry out in the sun, and then put them into the firewood shed in the corner.
I was bending over to pick it up, and suddenly saw a long-necked chicken in clothes lying on the wood-cutting pier. A small body, wearing a small long robe, a pair of small cloud climbing boots under his feet, but a long chicken neck above the collar, which he was begging to put on a wooden stake waiting to be beheaded.
Isn't this the beheaded chicken that often appeared at home when I was young?
"How could it be you?" Yuan Xianger was surprised and delighted, and picked up the chicken from the pier. Provoked him to make a series of cooing noises.
Yuan Xianger installed a plate of sautéed pine nuts, placed it in front of the little fairy who had come from afar, and brought him a cup of tea.
I saw him sitting upright in front of the tree stump, sticking out his small human-like hand from his sleeve, holding up a teacup to drink, and picking up the pine nuts in the plate to eat.
"Thanks, thank you...cuckoo."
This was the first time Yuan Xianger heard him speak.
"Why did you come here?" Yuan Xianger asked him with a smile.
"He... they all said, you are here."
This is a fairy whose spiritual wisdom has not yet been fully enlightened. He is not good at expressing his meaning in human language smoothly, but he has gone so far to find himself to play. Yuan Xiang'er has been in Queqiu for so long, and even her family has never come to visit her. This is the first time she has seen people in her old family.
"Then you live with me, will you be my apostle?" She asked expectantly.
The chicken who was holding a hot teacup in both hands was stunned, his eyes turned in different directions, and suddenly disappeared with a sizzle. The teacup fell from the air and rolled on the grass.
Yuan Xiang'er looked at the teacup that fell on the ground, picked it up unwillingly, poured another cup of water, and looked at her reflection on the surface of the water. It was because she was not as beautiful as his wife, so not only Xiaolang was unwilling Do you not even want to stay by your side?
In the corner of his sight, the beheaded chicken quietly touched back to the side of the tree stump, stretched out two small hands to pull the pine nuts from the plate into his arms, and then sneaked away while clutching his clothes.
The fields in winter are dark brown, and there is no fresh green.
Yuan Xianger squatted on the edge of the ridge, using a carrot to hook up a wild rabbit among the grass.
"Hello, are you willing to be my apostle?" She held the carrot green branches and shook the orange-red radish.
Not surprisingly, the hare fled with a panic on its hind legs.
It was just an ordinary hare.
"Even ordinary rabbits can't be tempted. I guess this carrot is not good."
Yuan Xiang'er patted her buttocks to stand up, and gnawed carrots by herself. His mouth was crackling. It was obviously crisp and sweet.
"I thought only rabbits eat radishes, so you humans eat radishes too?" A soft voice sounded from the canopy above his head.
Sitting on a branch gently and skillfully sits a young man with a splendid robe with light fur, golden boots, long dark brown hair, finely braided with red rope, always tied on top of his head, and a shiny stick falls down. His long tresses came, like the young master who was very delicately taken care of in that rich man's home. He has a pair of brown cat ears on both sides of his head, and he speaks with Yuan Xiang'er very skillfully.
"Are you?" Yuan Xianger couldn't remember knowing such a young boy.
The young man pressed the branch and dexterously turned over from the branch several meters high, and turned into a small lynx when it fell gently on the ground.
"I just met, you forgot me so soon? Are humans have such a bad memory?" the little cat accused.
Yuan Xianger finally remembered. Seven years ago, she "just" saw this little cat. He almost died under the claws of his father, but fortunately, the master arrived in time and used Pisces formation to save himself.
"It turned out to be you, who haven't grown up at all for so many years, still such a small one?"
"Nonsense, I am 300 years old this year, much older than you, what is a small one?"