She followed the fox through the cherry trees. At the end of this path, there is a house surrounded by cherry trees. Mottled shadows fall on the wooden door. It is a rather classical house that has experienced a long time and exudes an elegant atmosphere that is contrary to modernity. If you prick up your ears, you can vaguely hear the crisp chirping of birds in the forest and the laughter coming from behind the door.
——Hey, let me tell you, where are you?
Suddenly, she vaguely heard an unknown voice coming from behind, which seemed to be talking to her.
She turned around slowly.
"Tweet."
Strange sounds came from among the leafy branches. She didn't know which tree it came from, but it was very close to her.
The movement of turning around suddenly stopped.
The breath behind him disappeared quietly into the shadows.
She forgot what she was going to do and focused on looking for the source of the sound. My eyes wandered around, scanning each cherry blossom tree, looking for the source of those pink flower clusters.
"Tweet."
It's not birds singing, it's people imitating the sounds of birds. The voice was a little hoarse, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time. It seemed that someone was drunk, and then got interested and imitated bird calls.
Where is it?
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