When Watson heard this, he was immediately discouraged and stopped talking. He stared blankly at the bird's nest under the eaves and made no sound.

Seeing that the usually talkative Watson rarely behaved for a day, Sister Hong stopped provoking him. She clapped her hands and walked into the house. She had to go see Mrs. Liu and the baby when she had nothing to do.

Watson stared at the swallows returning to their nests after foraging for food, sticking out their heads from the nests as if to say hello, and couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at Uncle Liu, he said: "Uncle Liu, look at last year's swallows flying back today."

Uncle Liu followed his gaze and said with a smile: "How can you tell that they are last year's Yan'er?"

Watson pointed to a swallow that flew out of the nest and stood under the eaves and said, "This swallow fell down last year, and I saved it. Later, Sister Hong gave me red money, and I made a mark for it."

Uncle Liu took a closer look and saw a faded red thread tied to Yan'er's leg, vaguely telling the owner of the house that I am the little Yan'er you saved.

All Yan'er's faces have the same appearance, and only Watson can recognize them. He tied the red thread on Yan'er's legs with his own hands, but the red thread has faded.

These days are like the stream in the back mountain, always flowing slowly, but the stream never changes.

In a few days, he will be five years old.

The bird's nest in front of the house has been here since he was born.

These five years seem to have just happened in the blink of an eye.

Such a monotonous day seems to have only passed by one day.

In the old days, Wang Xietang was in front of Yan,

Fly into the homes of ordinary people.
Chapter completed!