10. Forest Man 1.0
A long time ago, it was still ancient times, the era of heroes. People have not forgotten the legendary stories that happened in the forest and still remember the names of the heroes, but now...
"Zong Jiang, Song Jiang, look what I found!"
A little girl came to the forest, waving a book and an old book in her hand. A moment later, she ran to a tree house and threw a stone at it.
When the door opened, our hero appeared.
"Cindy, what's your name? The sun hasn't reached noon yet. I need to rest. You know how difficult it is to be a hero these days. Your life will be in danger at any time." Song Jiang said, standing on the branch with a bow and arrow on his back.
"Hey, you know, I just want to see you. Everyone in the city is telling your story. I, I..." She picked up her hair shyly.
"What's wrong with you? Tell me. If you have nothing to do, go home quickly and feed your little white rabbit. I'm going to wake up my friends and get ready for action."
"Wait, I want to ask you to sign it!" Cindy raised the book in her hand and a pen made of goose feathers.
"Signature? What is a signature? Song Jiang asked her.
"Do you really not even know what the signature means?" Cindy tilted his head and asked him, "Song Jiang, you have been in the forest for too long. It's time to go out and get some air."
He looked at the book and pen in her hand and suddenly understood. Then he grabbed a vine and jumped down. In the blink of an eye, he came to Cindy's side.
"Bout here, I'll sign for you, and then you can leave my forest quickly."
"Well, okay," Cindy looked at Song Jiang excitedly and thought he was too handsome. He really wanted a hug.
"Okay, it's over. Go back. Don't let anyone find your tracks. Remember." Song Jiang urged Cindy to leave quickly.
"Wait, I almost forgot one thing"
After only a few steps, Cindy suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted, "Song Jiang, I heard that Your Majesty has raised your reward. You should be careful. I'm afraid that there will be difficult opponents coming to you."
Song Jiang just returned to the tree house. After hearing Cindy's words, he felt very warm and hurriedly replied, "Okay, I know. Don't worry. As soon as this operation is over, I will take you away and I will marry you."
Cindy nodded happily and waved her arm hard. "I heard it. Take care. I'm going back. I'm going to cook later!"
"Let's go, I won't see you off"
"Okay, goodbye"
"Goodbye, my Cindy!"
When the cool sea breeze blew into the forest, the birds brought the news of the city. Another distant caravan was going to pass through here, and our heroes decided to rob them.
"Song Jiang, I oppose this risky action!" Wu Yong, dressed in white, stood up from the bonfire and threw the acorn into the fire.
"Don't do this. You know I need you very much. You are my left eye." Song Jiang handed the roasted guinea pig meat to Wu Yong.
Wu Yong took it and handed it to Li Kui.
"Brother, don't worry, I, Li Kui, is your right eye. Tell me, when will we do it?"
"Absolutely not"
Wu Yong suddenly turned around, picked up his beloved xylophone and sang.
Quietly stare in front of the window
The thoughts in my mind are like sleeping in winter
The sky is already full of colorful clouds
At this moment, the city is painted, but it is always home
Too many changes in the blink of an eye
Listen to this bustling joke in the crowd
In an instant, all sadness is only small
Learn slowly that it is no longer important if the world is paused
In fact, fate is like a building like an urban illusion
A messy password in the light
Look at the world on the terrace
Is the world no longer shining?
After several changes
Nightfall hits the forest
This flower will not bloom, but I always want to make noise again
Do you know how to love flowers and flowers?
Is it so cold to live in the big world and become an enemy?
In fact, fate is like a building like an urban illusion
A messy password in the light
Look at the world on the terrace
The world has exhausted ways to build this home
Each high and low flower is urban corruption
The price of finding it when it falls
But there is still a beauty, don't be afraid to fall
For whom does a broken flower in the sky corrupt?
In fact, fate is like a building like an urban illusion
A messy password in the light
Look at the world on the terrace
The world has exhausted ways to build this home
The groveling flowers are for urban corruption
Gre up this home when it's scattered
But there is still a beauty, don't be afraid to fall
Flowers bloom and fly like a painting that can withstand changes
To be continued...