The girl woke up suddenly, covered her shoulders that had landed first, and immediately cried.

The boy got out of his camel and lifted her up, saying, "Don't cry, it's coming soon." ”

She was immediately silenced, looked at him, and buried her head aggrievedly, but the tears still couldn't stop falling.

As the tears fell, the skin on the girl's face, which was covered by smudges, revealed more of its original color.

The boy didn't know why, but suddenly raised his hand and wiped her tears.

His hands were much cleaner than hers, and after a few wipes, her face was not so dirty.

Looking at the white face in front of him, the young man suddenly remembered that the female classmates in the previous class came.

Those were the same flowers in the greenhouse, and although the dirty grass was thin and small, he knew that she looked good.

Different from the profound contours of the Han people, a pair of eyes are particularly beautiful, and there is fair skin that has never turned black in the Gobi.

If you escape from this hell, if you return to normal society, how dazzling will this little girl be?

The tribulations of the past will eventually pass, and the two of them are still young and have a long way to go.

So, stick with it.

The boy's spirits were even more uplifted, and for the first time he felt that it was the right thing to do to take her out.

The young man suddenly rose, pointed to himself, and said, "Do you know who I am? Spring-Mountain-"

He lengthened his voice, trying to teach her the pronunciation of his own name.

The girl blinked Qing Lingling's eyes and tried to repeat his pronunciation: "...... Spring...... Mountain ......"

It's still awkward and blunt.

She repeated it several times, but her pronunciation did not improve in the slightest, and suddenly she became angry, and pursed her little mouth without saying a word, as if she was annoyed by her clumsy tongue.

The boy smiled, and stopped forcing her.

There is a glimmer of light in the sky, the moon is sinking in the west, and it is about to dawn when you see it.

After drinking water and eating something, they hit the road again.

The old camel seemed to be unable to hold on, and the young man kept encouraging it: "Come on, it's coming soon." ”

But there was a trace of uneasiness in my heart for no reason.

Before I could think about why, I heard the girl's cheer: "That...... That ......"

The boy turned around: "Where?"

The girl's face was full of excitement, and she pointed ahead, her eyes burning.

The boundless Gobi seemed to stop here, and the young man vaguely saw the outline of a house in front of him, and in a moment, he was about to cry.

He knew that it was the hope of life.

He excitedly drove the camel forward, but for some reason, the short distance seemed to be particularly long.

Then he heard the ringing of a camel bell behind him.

Turning back in astonishment, he saw the shadows behind him, and the light of the fire that reflected half of the red sky.

"Run!" he exclaimed, kicking his feet, trying to make the camel run faster.

But the old camel ran slower and slower. In half a night, it carried two people across a large area of the Gobi, and its physical strength was exhausted.

The young man used his hands and feet to drive the camels, but there was no effect at all.

He was so anxious that his back suddenly emptied, and the girl who was holding his waist tightly just now had already fallen.

He looked back in astonishment and saw the girl fall to the ground, tilting her head and shouting at him, "Run!"

"Xiaocao!" Mo Chunshan exclaimed and sat up from the bed.

There was silence in the room, and the curtains were not drawn.

The sky outside the window was clear and cloudless, but there was no starlight, only a full moon like a silver plate, hanging in the air.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on him, without a trace of temperature.

Mo Chunshan smiled bitterly and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

So the palm of his hand was moist and cold, and there was a tear that he had just dripped in his dream.

Fifteen years later, she finally fell asleep again.

Fifteen years ago, when Xiaocao came to Mo Chunshan's side, there was actually no official name at all. She is the little baby girl who licked the blood from the knife and picked up the little baby girl in the desert.

Xiaocao was also hard-hitting, she was abandoned in the Gobi when she was born, and she didn't die for a day and a night - but her tenacity at that time didn't bring her any good luck.

The gang casually called her Xiaocao, which meant that one of the few plants in the desert that could survive - the inconspicuous saltgrass with extremely tenacious vitality.

But no matter how tenacious it is, it is grass after all - grass that lives like grass mustard.

The time of childhood is over, and children are always lovely.

But when it comes to teenagers, you can imagine how a girl will be treated in a group of vicious men.

When he first arrived in the Gobi, at night, he would hear her helpless and sad cry when she was violated, and even in broad daylight, he saw her being dragged into a weed pile. Afterwards, I saw her face covered with tears and blood, her clothes torn to tatters, huddled in the shadow of a tent with her knees huddled, her eyes dim.

Mo Chunshan had long known that she was simply a puppet doll that group of people played with at will, and her life was never up to her.

Maybe one day he will die tragically, abandoned in the wilderness, and the white bones will be buried in the yellow sand, leaving no traces.

It's like she, never came to this world.

It's just that he didn't have time to take care of himself at that time, and he never thought very highly of himself, and regarded himself as someone else's savior.

Later, that person bought Xiaocao from the gang at a high price to take care of Mo Chunshan—because at that time, he was always running away and seeking death, and someone had to keep an eye on him all the time.

Since then, a ray of light seems to have appeared in Xiaocao's gray life, and her eyes suddenly come alive.

However, the man rescued her from the fire pit and also sent a message - if she didn't see it well, Mo Chunshan died or ran away, she would have to be buried with her.

So the instinct of survival made Xiaocao regard Mo Chunshan as more important than herself, so Mo Chunshan was disheartened and sought death again and again, and was stopped by her again and again.

Mo Chunshan refused to eat, she couldn't force him to eat, so she stayed next to him, and when he was hungry to the point of confusion, she poured him batter rice soup and pulled him back from the death line again and again.

He was injured more than once, sick and had a high fever, but she took care of him undressed, wiping his body and cooling him down all night.

In the event of a great drought, when it doesn't rain and water is very precious and can't take care of everyone, she will also leave her own to him and go to the desert to cut grass roots to quench her thirst.

Even when the gang punched and kicked him, she also blocked a lot of punches, kicks and sticks for him, leaving countless scars on his body.

He hated her very much, hated her, but when she looked at him, her eyes were brighter than stars, and no matter how he scolded or beaten, he would not leave.

So that night, he could have gone alone, but finally took her with him.

One is to see the wounds she carried with her weak body in order to protect him, and the second is her pair of tearful, pitiful and helpless eyes at that time.

After all, he is not cold and hard-hearted enough.

He even felt that in the vast Gobi, in a group of so-called people who were more ferocious than wolves, she and him were the only two people.

So he became her only faith and dependence, if he left, she would not only be angry with that group of inhumane villains, and even lose her life, what she lost would be the last bit of trust and desire in life.

Years passed, and he thought he had grown up and was strong enough that the gang could no longer control him, hurt him, and destroy what he valued.

However, this night, this broken dream made him realize that without the glitzy appearance brought by money, he was still weak on the inside—just like a teenager fifteen years ago.

The body he thought was hard turned into powder again in front of "once", and all the cruelty and unbearable things he had experienced appeared in front of him one by one.

The opportunity he was able to take Xiaocao away back then was actually a trap deliberately laid by those people.

Even, from the very beginning, it was deliberately to put such a humble and poor girl by his side, and then let him see her ruined because of him.

He saw that his self-righteous kindness had brought her ruin, and not only did she not start a new life, but she was also abused before she died.

He saw that because of his weakness and incompetence, he could not protect anyone, but once again killed a tragic but innocent girl.

That night, he was completely defeated, and thus fell into the abyss, not daring to resist again.

Ten years have passed, he thinks that he has completely drawn a line with that unbearable past, and even thinks that he is a serious businessman, the so-called "past" is just a shadow under the sun, as long as he follows the sun, the so-called past, can no longer hurt him half a point.

However, there are some things that have been soaked in the bone marrow that cannot be erased after all.

Mo Chunshan closed his eyes, and the pair of eyes of Xiaocao in his dream that made him soft for a while were still in front of him.

Mo Chunshan remembered again, He Wan'er's pair, and made him turn back three hundred kilometers of eyes.

No wonder he couldn't put it down at that time.

It turned out that the eyes he saw that day were almost the same as the pair of eyes that he couldn't leave ruthlessly more than ten years ago.

No wonder from the first time he saw He Wan'er, he blurted out the word Xiaocao.

It wasn't his delusion, it was something that someone did on purpose.

He Wan'er is very beautiful, from the first time he saw her, he knew - it's just that he was indifferent at first, until later encounters and coincidences again and again.

He gradually got to know her, and confirmed that she was not Xiaocao—but he was attracted by the little bit of her similar characteristics to Xiaocao, which made him have different emotions little by little, and little by little, he couldn't let her go easily.

However, he had to let go.

He shouldn't have let himself go off the rails.

You shouldn't get carried away and forget your past.

He has his own destiny, life is not necessarily lucky, death is not necessarily liberation - so why drag her into this bottomless abyss?

What's more, he's not just in the abyss.

He is the abyss itself.

Mo Chunshan tightened his palms, but the tears in his palms did not dry up, mixed with the cold sweat escaping from his palms, and they were slippery.

In the moonlight, he spread out his palms, looked at the slightly trembling palms, and closed his eyes again.