After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

"Ugh, why come out to film so late at night? You can't even film well during the day, let alone at night..."

The girl with glasses hadn't even dried her hair yet, and she was squinting her big eyes half-asleep when the anxious Zhao Fangyi dragged her to the film set.

"Didn't your president agree?" Zhao Fangyi pulled her along quickly. "Come on, you'll never forget what you've seen in your whole life."

"How could that be? The only things I can never forget are Ino's books and her beauty..."

"Huh? Where did all these birds come from? Does our school have a migratory bird stopover? Hey! What are those mice on the ground! Such fat mice!"

Ye Zhi's eyes widened, and she hid behind Zhao Fangyi, her slippers nearly flying off her white feet in fright. "You damn rat! Get away! Get away!"

"Squeak!"

The mouse carrying the branch squeaked at her twice, picked up the branch and twirled it like Sun Wukong, even giving her the middle finger.

Finally, the mouse hoisted the branch onto its shoulder and swaggered off into the woods with a rather dashing air.

Ye Zhi's face was pale, and she looked at Zhao Fangyi with fear:

"Fangyi, did you see that? That rat knows martial arts! It even gave me the middle finger! Am I hallucinating or is it real?"

"I saw it, I saw it a long time ago."

Zhao Fangyi patted Ye Zhi on the shoulder. The two of them lived close to each other and were also familiar with each other because they were both assistants to Zhao Fangyi, who was a talented woman in her company.

We're fairly good friends, though our interactions are mostly professional.

"You saw it all along? Aren't you scared?" Ye Zhi was stunned. "What's going on? Have the rats in the south really become spirits?"

"No, they're probably helpers sent by the gods," Zhao Fangyi said with a smile, shaking her head. "But the school forum tonight was really lively. Look at those birds in the sky, how spectacular!"

"So many people are posting short videos, it's really popular, haven't you seen it? Some people are already guessing that it's Yinmeng filming a music video."

"Really?" Ye Zhi asked, tiptoeing to avoid the mouse while browsing on her phone.

Watching the video and then looking at the flock of birds gradually returning to the trees, the girl with glasses had an incredulous and shocked expression on her face.

"How did you do that?" Ye Zhi asked the same question as most people.

"Maybe the singing is so beautiful that it attracted all the birds?" Zhao Fangyi took her hand again. "It's a rare opportunity, let's film it quickly. This part can only be filmed by us, and no one else can know about it."

Why?

"It would be difficult to explain if too many people saw it."

"But we can't make good films on our own. Filming isn't that simple; there's set design, lighting, logistics, composition..."

Do you understand these things?

"I know a little bit about all of that, but two people definitely can't film it well..."

"You understand, that's all. They will cooperate with you and are no worse than humans, and may even be more professional."

"What do you mean by 'absolutely no worse than a human'...Aren't you human...?" Ye Zhi was horrified. "Fang Yi, have you gone mad?"

"No, by the way, don't you literary club members all love animals?" Zhao Fangyi asked in return.

"It's all about caring... but that only applies to stray cats and dogs, or injured birds. Who has time to care for mice...?"

As Ye Zhi walked deeper into the woods and approached the film set by the lake, she noticed an increasing number of rats at her feet and birds among the branches, and she seemed to realize something.

"Owls...eagles...aren't these birds of prey?"

"They're all carrying their families... such cute little chubby birds." Ye Zhi couldn't help but reach out and touch a magpie that had just finished eating. The magpie cleverly let her rub its belly.

He even burped.

Ye Zhi started reading Li Yinuo's books in junior high school, and her affinity for animals was cultivated almost from a young age.

So, after the initial shock and disbelief subsided, all that remained for her was a fervent curiosity about the series of breathtaking phenomena before her.

It turns out that Li Yinuo, whom she had always admired, never wrote fairy tales; her works were entirely documentary literature.

"Your family trusts you, that's why you've seen all of this," Zhao Fangyi said. "The same goes for me."

"Remember, you must not tell anyone."

"Hmm..." Ye Zhi nodded as if she understood, carefully observing her surroundings, her eyes widening to almost the size of her glasses.

"How could I possibly tell anyone this... Even if I did, no one would believe me, right?" She swallowed hard. "Fangyi, do you know what this means?"

"What does that mean?" Zhao Fangyi was stunned. "It's already an immense blessing for ordinary people like us to see this. We can't participate."

"No, no, no, this means this music video is going to be a huge hit!"

Ye Zhi excitedly grabbed Zhao Fangyi's shoulders and shook her, saying, "Fangyi! Are you really going to let me film this? Will my name be on the producer's list? Filming such a spectacle would win so many awards, even if it were just a documentary!"

"The song was already good, but with this kind of music video... oh my god!" The girl with glasses covered her head.

"Let me take the picture! I promise I'll take a good one! I absolutely won't tell anyone!"

"Haha..." Zhao Fangyi had clearly underestimated Ye Zhi's enthusiasm. Sure enough, being the assistant of that kind of woman wouldn't be easy.

Compared to her, she was quite mediocre. Even though she had been so disrespectful to Zhang Chen before, she was still treated kindly and given a chance to make amends.

"Filming, filming! So how are we supposed to direct these birds? Hey... are these mice here to build a house? That's so fast!"

Ye Zhi's mood took a complete 180-degree turn, and she excitedly began planning her fame.

The mice were incredibly obedient; they stacked themselves into a mobile mouse car, carrying a spotlight, softbox, recorder, camera... switching forms at any time.

The entire film set looked chaotic and crowded, yet strangely orderly. Rats had even dug trenches on the ground to serve as underground passages, leading in all directions.

"Squeak! The Emperor is leading the charge!" A fat rat draped in an iced tea plastic bag held up a microphone and squeaked, filling the set with its squeaking.

The flock of birds was not easy to manage, but fortunately there was a large crow leading the way, and the flock was scattered among the branches and trees, standing quietly.

A pair of bright eyes were hidden among the dark trees, giving Ye Zhi a dreamlike feeling of being in paradise.

"Ready, first recording... Hey, you holding the microphone, fat rat, hold on tight, we need to be able to record bird sounds..."

"Squeak squeak squeak!" the fat rat grumbled in dissatisfaction and simply went on strike.

"You have to call it Boss Rat," Zhao Fangyi said with a wry smile, "otherwise it won't do any work."

"What a weird rat... oh well." Ye Zhi said disdainfully, "Boss rat... please."

"Squeak!" The fat rat then struggled to lift the microphone.

A crow flew onto the camera, spreading its wings and flapping them, like a conductor of a flock of birds.

"Gurgle~"

A chorus of birdsong.

The melody of the song is composed of birdsong, and having them hum it creates an amazing chemical reaction.

While random, unstructured calls may sound like unpleasant noise, when the calls of various birds are layered together in the same melody, they create a beautiful and harmonious auditory experience.

Lin Yinmeng, dressed in a red dress, also appeared in the thatched house at this moment.

The mature woman rested her snow-white chin on the windowsill; her stunning beauty was like a painting framed in the window.

A tender gaze swept over the familiar scenery.

At that time, she stood on this window, looking at Zhang Chen inside the room.

It's clear that several springs, summers, autumns, and winters have passed. Zhang Chen composed music, and she cried out. She truly believed that this was what was meant by husband and wife in harmony.

She truly believed that the refined scholar represented her vast landscape, not a thousand years of unrequited love.

She truly believed that when summer arrived, like today, and snow began to fall outside the window, the scholar would return.

She remembered that the sunset was beautiful on the day they parted, but the scholar didn't look at her, and neither did she.

She should have known then... that a bird's affection might be fleeting, passionate, or perhaps it was simply meant to be that way.

That was actually the last time she saw the scholar, but she didn't realize it.

She was just a silly little bird, completely unaware that she had been deceived.

She had once begged the scholar in every way, but now it was the scholar who wanted to keep her. She had paid a heavy price to do all this.

Whether or not she should stay is not up to her to decide.

An unexpected encounter, unforeseen joy, a sudden farewell, and a merciless parting.

Humans and transgender people are inherently different, and even if they are on different paths, it is still a blessing to accompany him for a while.

After all... nothing will be left behind.

But she didn't know how to say goodbye to the scholar...

The initial greeting and the final farewell both seemed so difficult.

If only I could do it all over again! If only I had been braver a thousand years ago! If only...

"Sorry I'm late."

Zhang Chen pushed open the door and entered, having changed into a simple cloth outfit. "These clothes are a bit difficult to wear."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yinmeng suppressed her sorrowful gaze, turned to look at him, and put on a sweet smile.

She still has the blood Zhang Chen gave her in her body; she just needs to return it to Zhang Chen along with her remaining cultivation.

She wondered how she should say goodbye.

And so they walked out together, strolling along the bustling street.

Even if she keeps turning back and waving, there will always be a corner where he can block her out, separating them forever...

Then, with each goodbye, a little bit of life is lost.

All her joy should come to an end.

"It's alright, I'm not late... You can sit here... Hmm..."

Lin Yin dreamed of being as gentle as ever, without showing the slightest bit of sadness.

But Zhang Chen hugged her tightly, his passionate breath almost touching her neck.

The exceptionally strong yang energy constantly stimulated her body, which was nearing the end of its lifespan, attempting to arouse her last, most intense, most savage, and most irresistible instinct—a reproductive instinct that, once initiated, would last until death...

Her body went limp.

He awkwardly asked for a kiss.

She resisted helplessly, saying no.

He remained incredibly reckless, trying to meld her into his body.

The birds outside the window covered their eyes with their wings, but their songs never stopped.

She, the little silly bird, struggled, but suddenly sensed something... and stopped struggling.

It wasn't overpowering, it was subtle, yet it allowed her to experience the simple joys of family life... a fragrance brimming with vitality.

The curtains fell, and only the two of them remained in the room.

When their eyes meet, it feels as if half a lifetime has passed.