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Shanzi's second uncle came back from the county town, and a girl from the city came back with him. She has fair skin and almond-shaped eyes that look like crescent moons when she smiles, set on her oval face. Shanzi stared at the red scarf around her neck, like a cat at home that had found a mouse stealing its food. Second Uncle asked Shanzi to call the woman wearing the red scarf Second Aunt.

Shanzi was most annoyed by the hypocritical greetings between adults. While his mother was entertaining his second uncle and his wife, Shanzi slipped out of the house and headed straight for the familiar forest.

Shanzi’s hometown is surrounded by mountains, with only a small path at the entrance of the village that stretches out for a long time, as if leading to another world. His mother said that the world is called the county town.

Shanzi just sat on the ground covered with fallen leaves, and the rustling sound was like the breathing of a sprouting seedling. He looked into the distance at the endless mountains. Occasionally a few birds would fly out, bringing with them a poetic feeling and a reverie, singing happily as they flew to the horizon.

When Shanzi was very young, his second uncle told him that the county town was on the other side of the mountain, where there were many shops selling small items. Second Uncle said that the county town was his dream, and now he has realized this dream, but the dandelion of this dream has sown its seeds in Shanzi's heart and sprouted.

Shanzi sighed deeply, and the red scarf appeared before his eyes again...

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a commotion in the woods. Shanzi followed the sound and saw a little bird lying on the grass with a few wintersweet flowers blooming on the leaves. Not far away, the voices of several wild children were heard. Shanzi carefully examined the bird and found that it had been injured by a slingshot. He carefully held the bird in his arms, took a small path, and ran back home.

The bird's little chest rose and fell. Shanzi patiently wrapped its injured little foot with a piece of gauze.

"Little bird, did you fly here from the county town?" Shanzi looked at the little life infatuatedly. I couldn't help but hold it in my arms, and a tear flowed from the corner of my eye and fell on the bird's black eyeballs.

The birds cried too.

After a few days, the bird was able to fly again. Shanzi took the bird back to its original place and released the hands that were holding it. The bird circled above Shanzi's head for a few times, then landed on Shanzi's fingertips and rubbed its head against Shanzi's hand a few times. Shanzi took out a red silk scarf from his arms and tied it around the bird's injured foot.

Shanzi specifically asked his second aunt for this red scarf.

The bird seemed to understand Shanzi's meaning. It flapped its wings a few times and flew towards the county town with the red scarf.

The red scarf fluttered in the wind, reflecting a fiery red flower in the deep blue sky...