4 - I Was Wrong

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Chapter 4: I Was Wrong

I was wrong.

I shouldn’t have let Master give me a roasted bird to eat.

I shouldn’t have salivated over that big, fat bird perched on the tree.

Would you believe that the lump of black charcoal in my hand was originally… such a pure white, flawless, plump winged, full of majestic vigor, and overflowing with heroic spirit bird!

How did it… turn into black charcoal then.

I covered my face, wanting to cry T^T.

Master stood on the side. He looked at me expressionlessly and said, “I’ve finished mourning it, you may eat it now.”

Me: “…I don’t dare to eat it.”

Me: “Master, I feel that it’s really pitiful. How about we bury it?”

Master raised his eyebrows. “How is it pitiful?”

Me: “After death, it has become completely unrecognizable.”

Master: “…”

—

After this matter, Little White didn’t like me at all. He had seen me bury his brethren under the tree with his own eyes, so every time he saw me, his face was full of disdain. The single white hair on top of his head would tremble and he would reveal his hatred towards me.

Me: Ah, I finally understand why Master raised you to be so fat, yet never ate you.

Just you wait.

Sooner or later, I’ll find someone to take care of you.

—

These past two days, there was someone who would often come to see me.

Senior Brother Yan.

——The Senior Brother who was always being beaten.

Of course, he himself wouldn’t admit that.

Not only that, he would also openly try to bribe me, by using the various snacks, candy, dried meat jerky, etc. that he had gotten outside to try and lure me into going out to play with him.

Was I the kind of person who would follow after others for just a tiny bit of flavor?!

I…

I was.

I went down the mountain.

Flying on swords was so cool.

The snacks were also extremely delicious.

There were also tanghulu, wontons, and little dough figurines~

Yay.

I felt like I had been reborn.

Senior Brother Yan is a really good person!

After I said this, I turned my head and saw my Master’s face.

Standing among the crowd, Master was staring at me in an extremely cold manner, without any emotion on his face.

I… trembled a bit.

By my side, Senior Brother Yan… also trembled a bit.

I… trembling, picked up my tanghulu and took a bite. Even if I had to die, I wanted to die with tanghulu in my mouth!

Senior Brother Yan, who was standing by me… trembling, lifted his hand, pinched the back of my collar, and… obediently sent me into my Master’s arms.

—

I was carried home by Master.

I had only strolled around for half a day.

In exchange, I was given a whole month’s worth of homework.

This was too much of a loss.

More importantly, perhaps in order to prevent me from sneakily going down the mountain again, Master started to polish his cooking skills.

For a time, all of the little critters in Nine Point Peak were frightened and panicked every second of the day. Those that could run, ran, and those that could fly, flew. The ones that were left, all became dark cuisine under my Master’s hands.

Because of this, my stomach ached intensely for a month.

I suspect that this was Master’s true purpose.

Only a few days had passed when the Sect Leader himself actually sent over an item, expressing his sympathies.

Senior Brother Yan, who had come to deliver this with great secrecy, said.

——The Sect Leader said, in order to survive, you should eat one a day. If that still doesn’t work, you should pray for yourself. If even that doesn’t work, then you should say bye-bye to your Master and beg him to let you go.

After Senior Brother Yan said this, he left.

I once saw a poem in a book.

Thousands of mountains’ worth of birds vanished, and tens of thousands of people’s worth of footprints disappeared.

This basically described the current Nine Point Peak.

As far as the eye could see, other than Little White, there wasn’t a single feather to be found.

It was just too tragic.

—

Several days passed before Master stopped.

It wasn’t because I died.

It was because Little White was starting to go bald.

As the only bird remaining on the entire Nine Point Peak, it had to maintain its entire attractiveness rating by itself.

He actually started going bald.

Perched on the tree, his white feathers floated down and filled the entire ground.

They were really annoying to look at.

Master was in a bad mood, so he finally freed us.

This was extremely worthy of celebration.

From today onwards, I will reconcile with Little White. We will shake hands and make peace.

Brother White, your sacrifice was not in vain.

I will remember you.

—

Master quickly found out that I had something to do with Little White’s feathers falling out, so he punished me with yet another month of copying books.

I would rather die than submit.

That really wasn’t my fault.

Me: “I don’t think you should play favorites.”

Master: “?”

Me: “So I fed him the rice that you cooked with your own two hands.”

Master: “…”

Me: “So him going bald has nothing to do with me.”

Master: “…”

Me: “Master, make something edible next time.”

Master: “…”

Me: “Otherwise, I’ll spend all day worrying about how I can protect this little life of mine. Even Little White’s is so afraid that his feathers are falling out.”

—

I won’t say any more.

I need to go copy books now.

Master said that next month, he would personally teach me to use a sword.

I suspect that he’s trying to use that as an opportunity to righteously give me a beating.

I even have proof.

—

I thought over it again and again. I finally decided that I couldn’t just sit still and wait for death.

And so.

At midnight, I climbed into Master’s bed.

—

It was a great success.

I slept soundly until dawn, while Master didn’t sleep the whole night.

I even discovered one of Master’s big secrets.

Master, he…

He usually wouldn’t sleep at all.

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