The weather is hot and the house is boring.

So Song Wen and Xiaojun moved the tables and chairs outside the yard to cool off.

There are a bunch of fruits and snacks on the table, and a bunch of people are eating and talking while talking, blowing the cool mountain breeze, unconsciously floating

Xiaojun and Huang Xi both like Hanfu and have a common language, so they gathered together to discuss the style of the new Hanfu. The Hanfu they made was not just copying the ancient style, but instead integrated ancient clothing into the multicultural and modern cultures into clothes that people like now. Xiaojun has a good vision and designed Hanfu is very beautiful. Huang Xi also benefited from this, and the sales volume of clothing was 20% or 30% more than usual.

Dan Tai Minglan didn't have this interest, but instead liked the small games the baby played with his mobile phone. I don't know if she should say that she is still childish or too childish.

Song Wen offended them in the afternoon, so that Xiaojun and others ignored him now. Baby and the others also belonged to their country, and of course they were also towards them, so everyone now excluded him and did not talk to him. So Song Wen sat alone and bit the dried sweet potatoes tastelessly.

He sighed in his heart: These women seem to be inferior to the big dogs, Xiaohuo and kittens at home. They treat them well. When they see him, they know how to please him a few times, shake their tails, look at them, ignore them, and waste their time being so kind to them. These people, like the black starlings and the colorful macaws they took in last time, are all ungrateful wolves.

Not long after he left the house, the black starling and the colorful macaw flew away for some reason and have not come back yet.

Song Wen was complaining in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt, he used the sweet potatoes to exhale, so he couldn't help but pick up the water and drink it. At this time, he suddenly remembered a Minnan song, which was very consistent with his mood at this time, and started singing:

"The man who is wandering around the world, his relatives are like a wild bird, his heart is faint (desolate)

Although unfortunately it is a wandering child, men will wake up

For the sake of ideals, love and persevere, rely on yourself for success or failure

It tastes salty, sour and bitter, and you can take it as a man.”

The sad singing and sad mood, accompanied by the sound of insects on the summer night, make up into a heartless symphony, echoing in the quiet night, making people feel creepy.

"Uncle, you're so noisy!" The baby who was concentrating on playing games heard the protest.

Song Wen rolled his eyes when he heard it. He didn't know how to appreciate the good songs. The little brat just didn't know how to appreciate them. He just wanted to continue singing without caring about her. Suddenly, he saw the bad eyes of Xiaojun and the others in the corner of his eyes. It seemed something was wrong. He had to temporarily stop. At this moment, he suddenly heard a "squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak" sound from the bamboo forest. The two little monkeys who were originally squinting their eyes and lying on the table in front of Huang Xi heard the sound and stood up suddenly, grinning, and making a hissing warning sound in the direction where the sound came.

Looking at it, I saw the kitten slowly coming out of the dark bamboo forest in the distance, and there was still something on his mouth. The "squeak" sound came from the mouth of the thing it bites.

Seeing the thing that the kitten was biting, Song Wen's eyes slightly curled. It was a snake that looked like a pair of white flesh wings. Let's call it a flying snake with two-wings. The flying snake with two-wings is about two fingers long, about twenty centimeters. I don't know what species it was. He had never seen or heard of it. He was curious, so he walked forward and carefully took the flying snake out of the kitten's mouth. After all, it's unclear whether this thing was poisonous.

The kitten bites several blood holes in the body of the flying snake, and blood keeps flowing out of the wounds, but it is obviously still alive because it still screams.

"Uncle, what's this thing? It looks strange." Lu Aner asked curiously from the side.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before." Song Wen shook his head.

"Uncle, can this thing bite people? It looks quite cute." The baby asked with his eyes blinking.

"There are snakes that don't bite people?" Song Wen said angrily.

Seeing that this little thing seemed pitiful and he had never seen such things before, Song Wen became adoptive. After thinking for a while, he walked into the house with his winged snakes. The baby and the others wanted to follow him, but Song Wen called him to stop him and refused to let them follow him. The few had to sit back in disappointment.

The kitten was not annoyed when he saw his thing being robbed. Anyway, it was just catching it for fun, so he followed Song Wen into the house, then lazily lying on the chair and got up to sleep.

When he returned to the room and saw no one following him, Song Wen closed the door and then took out the herbs from Ruyi Fan from the mountain that the monkeys had cured the wounds and applied them to the wounds bitten by the kitten. In just a while, the wounds of the flying snake with wings were scabbed and fell off, leaving only a few clear scars.

This fresh grass is more useful, so he gave this grass a name called Qingliang grass, because it is cold and comfortable to apply. In order to facilitate the use of this grass, you don’t have to worry about taking it out of the Ruyi Fan and letting people see it. He took the cool grass out of the Ruyi Fan and dried it into powder for emergencies. However, although this is convenient, the effect is much worse than that of the fresh grass, but even so, it is much better than the knife wound medicine sold on the market outside.

Song Wen, the grass in Ruyi fan, who made the chickens and ducks unconscious, also made some dried powder and honey to make pills for later use, and also named "Mysterious Pills". However, this medicine seemed to have no use to him, so he had to keep it.

The flying snake with the wings was bleeding too much and his body was weak. Song Wen fed it a little bloody fruit, then found a mouse to hold it in Ruyi Fan.

When he arrived outside the yard, the baby couldn't wait to ask, "Uncle, how is that thing?"

"Dead." Song Wen glanced at her and said.

"What a pity, otherwise it would be cool to keep that thing as a pet, and no one has that kind of thing." After the baby said that, the sparrow, crow, and Lu Aner nodded in agreement.

Song Wen rolled his eyes when he saw it, thinking that he was all the people, and he wasn't even afraid of snakes.

The baby's eyes turned and said, "Uncle, you can peel off the skin of that thing and make it into a specimen. It will be cool to put it in the hall. Will you do it? Otherwise, I will use it for me. Our school has taught me and I have made many specimens of frogs, sparrows, and toads."

She didn't say anything about it, she had done specimens of cockroaches, ants, mosquitoes, geckos, etc. During her time she learned to make specimens, all the ownerless animals that could walk near her home were hit by disasters, so she couldn't find cockroaches at her home.

Sparrow, crow, Lu An'er also looked eager to try after hearing the baby's words.

Song Wen was speechless and thought to himself who are these people. It was already miserable for them to die. He had to peel them into specimens. Is there any human nature? He was too lazy to pay attention to a few little kids, so he said, "The corpse was eaten for the kitten."

"Ah! The kitten is so cruel, it's not adorable at all."
Chapter completed!