Sima Jian's body lay on his back on a thick layer of dead branches and leaves. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe snow-white robe has been stained with blood and mud, and the original color is not visible. Ah Ling crawled over on all fours, pushing his body with his little hands, whimpering and shouting: "Brother Jian, Brother Jian......" However, his eyes will never open again.

Ah Ling only felt an indescribable pain in her chest. It's as if the heart is being grabbed by some force, squeezed and kneaded repeatedly. It made her breathing hard, hard. It made her want to cry into the dust. However, seeing the shocking, criss-crossing and hideous wounds on Brother Jian's body, he was afraid that it would hurt him. So he carefully found a corner of his clothes that had not been cut by the sword, grabbed it in his hand, and cried darkly.

The sun climbs higher and higher above the sky. However, no matter how hot the sun is, it can't shine into this thick dense forest, nor can it shine into Ah Ling's cold heart. It doesn't shine even more on Sima Jian's cold and cold body.

"Brother Sword...... Let's go home. Ah Ling tugged at Sima Jian's arm, trying to drag him up. Suddenly, there was a jingle bell, and a small object slipped out of his palm and rolled into the dead leaves. Ah Ling looked back and couldn't help but tears came down again: this is exactly the gift that Brother Jian brought to him when he came back yesterday. That little silver bell. When she took it from him yesterday, Brother Jian was still smiling so good-looking, talking to make her happy. Today, however, he would no longer laugh or say any more. Never, never.

Ah Ling almost wanted to fall on the ground and cry again. She closed her eyes, opened them again, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and picked up the bell, and slowly put it back on her neck.

"Brother Jian, let's go back...... Ah Ling said softly. As if he was afraid of waking him up. She pulled a few long vines, carefully lifted Sima Jian's body, carried it on her back, and then tied the two together. Only then did he move step by step, step by step, and walked in the direction of the village.

Sima Jian's body was much taller and heavier than Ah Ling, and although she tried hard to carry it, his calves were still half kneeling on the ground, dragging out two deep and long marks on the soft dead leaves.

The village was still silent and peaceful, and there was no sound. There are no fireworks either.

When Ah Ling slowly moved back to the village, it was just when the last rays of the sunset in the sky hung on the horizon. The sky is also red. The clouds are also reddish, and along with the entire home, are covered with an eerie layer of red. It's like the color of blood that never dries up.

Ah Ling stopped crying this day, and her tears had dried up. Seeing this scene, I was so sluggish and numb that I didn't know how to be afraid. She just sat on the ground. Brother Jian also fell to the ground. The two of them just died and lived, quietly leaning together. A wooden open eye, an eternal closed eye, quietly and blankly facing all this in front of him.

The setting sun has finally lost its last glow. Night falls. First it was dark, and then the moon slowly peeked out.

Suddenly.

As if touched by something, Ah Ling jumped up in shock. But then he was torn to the ground by the rattan wrapped around his body. She reached out and scrambled away, got up and ran quickly in one direction. Let Sima Jian's unsupported body fall limply to the ground.

Ah Ling rushed to the tallest and most conspicuous house in the village.

The door was ajar. Inside is a deep darkness, as if one will fall into an unknown abyss as soon as one walks in. Grandpa said that when people die, they will go to the underworld, which is a world that is forever dark and has no light. Isn't it like this?

At this point, Ah Ling hesitated, timid, I don't know whether I was afraid of the legend that my grandfather had told, or I was afraid that I would go in, and I would face the truth that I couldn't deceive myself in my heart for a long time. She walked into the door step by step, each step was unusually careful, unusually trembling. Maybe it's not just fear, but being held back by something unknown, making every step she takes, making it extremely difficult.

Suddenly, I stumbled under my feet. Ah Ling's body fell to the ground, but he couldn't see the road ahead, and was blocked by the stairs in front of him. Ah Ling simply half knelt and half climbed, trembling and continuing to grope up the stairs. I don't know when, but the tears have flowed all over my face again.

There was finally a faint light on the top of the staircase. It was through the window, cold enough to make people shiver in the moonlight.

Ah Ling looked at the door at the end of the hallway with her eyes open. The door was closed when it went, but it staggered open, and a gust of wind blew, and it swayed with a "squeak", making a sound like weeping, and mocking.

A heavy smell of blood carried in the wind. The wind lingered around Ah Ling, and the disgusting smell also strangled her tightly. Ah Ling shuddered, suddenly jumped up, and rushed to the door with an arrow. "Whew" pushed open the door, and saw a clear glow in the door, and there was nothing to hide in every corner. And in that room, both on the bed and on the ground, it was covered with a large pool of blood. The old man lying quietly on the bed had a peaceful face.

"Grandpa! Grandpa—" Ah Ling screamed, and tears that had dried up poured out. She threw herself on top of the old man, screaming and crying desperately, pushing and shaking her hands hard. Even if she already knew that no matter how much she screamed and cried, the old man would no longer open his eyes to comfort him, and he would no longer touch his head with his dry but warm palm. He won't smile anymore and call his name: "Ah Ling." Ah Ling ......"

"Grandpa......"

Ah Ling's feelings for this old man are undoubtedly very deep. This old man is the only relative in her heart except for Ah Die. As for the village chief and his wife, at first they had the idea of letting her marry Sima Jian, but after being stopped by the old man, they lost their enthusiasm. As for Sima Jian, after all, he doesn't have much memory. This gentle big brother has seen very few times since she can remember. Only Ah Die, who grew up with himself since he was a child. And then there is this old man, who protects her, pities her, and takes care of her meticulously. Always, all the time......

Ah Ling cried and cried, and then turned her back and fainted in a pool of blood. Soon he woke up crying from his sleep. woke up and couldn't stop crying and crying...... She hadn't eaten for a long time, and although she didn't seem to feel hungry under the great changes, her body had been eroded to the limit by grief. I cried and cried like this, and after a while, I fainted again...... I woke up and woke up like this, and I woke up and dizzy, I don't know how many times. Naturally, no one cares anymore.