The bits of meat caught in the crevices of the bird's chest and spine were difficult to gnaw, so Chen Zhou threw them to the little gray cat and Lai Fu.
The wind was very mild that night, making the temperature in the woods quite comfortable, although the light was somewhat dim.
Feeling invigorated by the meal, Chen Zhou took off his coat and grabbed a bird leg to tear apart.
The rustling branches and leaves cast shadows of one person, a dog, and a cat in the woods, appearing both lonely yet leaning on and relying on each other.
The croaking of frogs echoed around, leaving only a pile of leftover scraps by the bonfire. The satisfied "family" returned to the tent and fell into a deep sleep.
Only a swarm of light-attracted insects remained, circling the fire, occasionally darting into the flames to turn into ashes...
The morning of the 27th was still clear, with a deep blue sky seldom dotted by clouds, as if the rain a few days ago had been nothing but a dream.
