He waved his hand to let the bird fly to his side and gently touch it. It seemed that the bird was the only one who could calm down.
The wobbly young man walked down the mountain range. The river bed in front of him had been surrounded by thick smoke. At this moment, the sun was already high up in the sky. The air was filled with a delicate fragrance, causing the young man to drool.
As soon as the young man smelled the aroma of rice, he remembered that there was a kind of food called rice in the world. The young man took small steps toward the direction of the food.
Creak... The door was gently pushed open by the young man.
"Hungry..." The young man softly spat out a word in the face of the table full of delicious food.
Inside the room, a person was suddenly startled. The old man was
