The woman stared intently ahead, and the mountains were like a devil gathering in the depths, which made people shudder.

Life is like a gust of wind, the wind passes without a trace, calm like a stagnant water without a little ripple, the four seasons are cold and hot, they are like a ruthless whip, whipping and whipping, eroding the hungry body and soul of human beings, when you are scarred and bloodstained, the sickle that harvests life is raised coldly, and no matter how much unwillingness and misfortune turns into clouds, the end of life is like a giant on the mountain, he carries a bloody sickle in his hand, he laughs, meaningful, poor people, let you go to the west as soon as possible, Arrogant, let them toss a little more wealth, I want to appreciate their unwillingness, the giant looked at the knife edge in his hand with a lot of playfulness.

The woman's gray face flushed, she straightened up and carried down from the stretcher, there was a ditch next to it, the woman plopped down, the hawker and Zong Ze were stunned, and threw off the stretcher in shock, the two jumped into the ditch at the same time, fortunately, the water was not deep, the two set up the woman to climb to the ridge, the woman was not on the stretcher, she was a little wet, her eyes were staring at the sky, and she was gradually a little confused, the cold mountain wind was whistling through, and the sound of deep and shallow waves came and went, the woman listened quietly, Huddled up, she seemed a little cold.

The hawker subconsciously hugged the woman tightly, the small body was rugged, the weight of fifty or sixty pounds was unbearable, the hawker's eyes were full of tears, the woman couldn't bear to squirm her lips a few times, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth; It's useless, it's a burden to live,' the peddler hugged her and cried, the woman's eyes were black and white, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound, the peddler realized that something was wrong, he probed the woman's snort, and the woman's eyes were wide open and dead.

The peddler hugged the woman and trembled, he closed his lips tightly, and looked at the woman in his arms with some strangeness, the laughter of the young girl back then, the long hair like a waterfall, and the sunny back, and now it is dry and weak and makes people tremble. What does the so-called wealth mean to me, I am just a walking corpse, silently living alone in the crowd.

The peddler hugged the woman step by step into the mountains, in the dense woods, the ground was a thick layer of straw mats, the peddler tirelessly paced in the forest, the wind seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, the whistling sound was getting louder and louder, the hawker hugged the woman's hand tighter and tighter, the leaves rose with the wind, fluttering beside him, they were like butterflies dancing in the wind, the past was like a dream, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, a sound of shocking soul, life is more than life and death, yin and yin are forever separated from pain, two people who love each other are dead, A lonely life makes people feel embarrassed.The peddler stumbled and fell to the ground, the woman in his arms rolled twice, the peddler stumbled and grabbed the woman, the woman's eyes seemed to open more round, the peddler was agitated, and he cried.

'Oh my God, why do I work diligently, honestly, why do this to me, I didn't get anything but lost my relatives, can I let me get the people who have lost my loved ones, bah, providence makes people, I think, don't give it to me, die of heart, give it to me and I don't want it', the peddler beat his chest.

The mountain wind was fierce, and occasionally one or two cars were speeding by with their dazzling headlights, what a familiar road was muddy and mottled, and the hawkers were running barefoot on the side of the road, 'instant noodles, free boiling water', 'change to be made, not so much', the hawker smiled innocently.

Rows of camphor trees make a rustling sound, like a song of mourning, clear suona, distant and long, the pieces of white flags are like an elegy of life with the wind whimpering, countless footsteps come one after another, relatives, you stop your footsteps and let me admire; Your smile is still alive, so much so that as long as I think of it, I will tear my heart and cry in a corner of deep independence,

The peddler wrapped the woman in grass and buried it on the back mountain, sitting by the grave every day to grieve and blame himself, his face became more and more old and haggard, Xiaobao looked at it from afar, and became more silent. After crossing the river, you can catch the car again, and Dongyuan City will be close', the hawker said and took out a wad of change from his pocket, "You take it, don't dislike it" The hawker is undoubted, Zong Ze nodded, "Big brother, you have to be strong", the hawker smiled bitterly twice, "In addition to raising Xiaobao now and paying off the debt, other fame and fortune are meaningless, there is no hope, I just look forward to completing the responsibility and reuniting with my wife", Zong Zeqiang suppressed his voice, choked and nodded, his hands were clasped tightly together, speechless.

Zong Ze went all the way to the south, climbed a few hills as high as a few hills, and gradually smelled the damp breath in the air, and finally saw the rippling blue waves of the Dongjiang River, and a few ships sporadically sailed across the river.

Zong Ze looked around, searched for a moored boat on the side of a hollow river, the boat was empty, Zong Ze ran to the front in one breath, and his heart was a little disappointed.

Zong Ze helplessly looked for the owner of the boat along the river bank, he saw an embankment, a flat land was piled up on the embankment, and there was a thatched hut on the flat ground. There was a chessboard on the table, and there was a Caigen Tan next to it, which was a little antique, Zong Ze was a little hesitant, and sat at the door and waited.

After waiting for most of the day, there was still no one in the evening, Zong Ze felt helpless to lean against the wall and fell asleep in a daze, he felt a figure climb over his body in a trance, the monster seemed to have no eyeballs, and suddenly attached to Zong Ze's body, Zong Ze only felt a tightness all over his body, as if countless threads were entangled and could not move, the monster gave birth to two sharp teeth in its mouth, which were deeply injected into Zong Ze's neck, and the blood flowed outward, quickly swelling into a ball of flesh. I couldn't move, the ball of meat gradually grew larger, and I saw a trace of blood, which was extremely hideous.

The five elements of yin and yang in the world, mutual restraint, one line of profit and one line of loss, harmonious coexistence of all things are thriving, the world itself is not perfect, the so-called happiness is just drunk and dreaming of death, self-anesthesia.