Sanchi hurriedly said, "No more, these five people follow you all the way."

Then Lin Bu ran down with his crane hatred, probably trying every means to save his crane.

Lin Ning was still stunned, feeling like he was dreaming.

Sanchi said, "Aning, let's go, we should go back to Jinling."

Lin Ning asked blankly: "Is it going back now?"

Sanchi said: "What should be said has been told to Master Lin. What should I do if I should solve it? What else can I do here?"

The two of them went down from the mountain road and passed the three bamboo houses. There was no one in front of the door. Listening to the sound, there was no one in the bamboo house. Until they passed through the bamboo forest and sailed dozens of feet away, they suddenly heard the sad voice of the forest on the top of the mountain sing:

"The crane flew away in the flaws of the western mountain, soared high and looked down to choose where to suit. I was alone in the valleys all day long, pecking at the moss and walking on the white stones. The crane returned, and the shade of the eastern mountain. There were people below, with yellow crowns, grass and shoes, trunk clothes and playing the piano. I ploughed and ate, and the rest were full. When I returned, the western mountain could not stay for a long time."

...

While Lin Feng was singing the eulogy for the dead crane, Zhou Xuan hugged Yang Xiaopin and Chun was not asleep. Yang Xiaopin had not slept all night the day before yesterday. Last night, the clouds and rain were beautiful, soft and sleepy, and he slept with his neck and folded his legs. He had not yet woken up at midday.

Xiao Xun was knocking on the door: "Son-in-law, my son-in-law, two grandsons waited for my son-in-law to go to Cuju, and said he had invited a Yuanshe from Xiangluanfang to compete."
Chapter completed!