There are dark clouds, layer upon layer.
There was a little boy standing under a century-old tree. He raised his hands and put his fingers close to his mouth: "Little Heizi, grandpa told us to go home for dinner~, come down quickly, I'm going to be hungry." Chi Xuan on the tree glanced at Tu Bai under the tree, put the bird egg he just saw in his pocket, and hurriedly slid down the tree trunk. This century-old tree does not grow straight, but curves its trunk like a crescent moon while its crown branches straight upwards.
Chi Xuan just got off the tree and trotted towards Tu Bai. His hand naturally held Tu Bai's hand: let's go home for dinner. I just saw five eggs on the tree. I brought them down and will roast them for you later. Chi Xuan looked at Tu's white and tender little face and couldn't help but squeeze it with his hands. He thought to himself: This feels really good. It's more tender than steamed eggs. He should eat more good supplements and don't be as black as himself.
Tu Bai watched Chi Xuan stretch out his hand to pinch himself, angrily puffed up his face, and reached out to knock Chi Xuan's hand off: "Your hands are so dirty, how could you pinch your face? I will ignore you, hum ╯^╰!" He turned around and ran home. Chi Xuan looked at him and quickly chased after him.
The dark clouds are gathering more and more, and the figure, one black and one white, looks extremely happy at this moment.
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Decades later, a gray-haired old man came to an ancient tree, lay down on a deck chair that had been prepared, looked at the light coming from the top of the tree, and listened to the radio and murmured: Xiao Heizi, I am old and can't wait for you. I wonder if you still remember the way home. I'm sorry, I can no longer lead you. This big tree is still there, and it will wait for you for me...
Intention: Go home
