The town is famous for brewing apricot flower wine, with simple folk customs and unique scenery.

When the apricot blossoms bloom every year, the long apricot blossom forest along the river bank is so pink and dazzling that it looks like a sea of ​​clouds on the ground.

It's just that winter is finally withered and desolate. This morning, a small amount of snow fell. A child in Xinghua Town ran out excitedly, laughing at the rare snow.

My mother's advice and blame are probably inevitable after my death, but children in this era are not so squeamish, and most of the people in the town are not from rich families, so it is okay.

"Miss Rong, let's try a piece of the new tofu." From a tofu shop in the town, thick white steam came out like mist and clouds.

An old woman with a kind face greeted a figure passing by the door.

The person called "Miss Rong" is a young woman with a gentle temperament and soft eyes. She is not very good-looking, but she is very clean.

At this time, he was wearing a thick light blue brogue skirt, holding a simple birdcage in his hand, and smiled brightly when he heard this:

"Aunt Cui, don't try it anymore, it will delay your business."

Aunt Cui smiled and said: "Don't say anything out of sight, hey, is this the bird you picked up a few days ago?"

The old woman looked at the birdcage curiously. Inside, a blue bird was jumping around.

Miss Lianrong is a well-known kind-hearted person in the town. She usually goes to the mountains to collect herbs and sell them to shops to make a living. She often rescues injured animals and returns home for treatment. This is not the first time.

The young woman with a gentle temperament and soft eyes smiled and nodded, saying, "I want to let go."

The old woman said: "It's so cold today."

The young woman also looked a little helpless: "I'm afraid if I keep her locked up any longer, I won't eat anything and I'll be hungry."

"Too."

After exchanging pleasantries, the woman called "Lianrong" walked all the way outside the town. Along the way, many townspeople greeted her warmly, and even stopped to stuff a few nuts into the running children. She was obviously very popular.

When she reached the river, she opened the birdcage, picked up the bird with both hands, touched it lovingly, and then tossed it gently:

"Go and be free."

"Chirp, chirp." The bird spread its wings, circled twice above the woman's head, and flew towards Yunling.

Lianrong looked at this scene quietly, with her clean face, the corners of her mouth raised, and her eyes gentle.

After a long time, just as she was lifting up the cage and preparing to return to the town, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

I saw a piece of driftwood floating slowly upstream on the river, and on it lay a man stained with blood.
Chapter completed!