In the middle of the night, black and white impermanence came back with a depressed Wumeng. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm sorry for your trouble. Excuse me. Umon apologized again and again, "I'll fix the door and floor." ”

I said no, it's better to find a wife.

But Umon was stubborn.

Soon after he left his life, he bought tools and began to work.

At the dawn of twilight, both places were repaired without a trace.

This handicraft work is also very well done.

There was any wood left, and after a while, a simple trellis was ready.

When leaving, the big man was still apologetic: "I'm sorry to trouble you...... Although this trellis doesn't look very good, it's a good place to put a few pots of small flowers and plants......"

In fact, Wumeng is modest, although the flower stand is simple but atmospheric, it looks very eye-catching.

This little episode would have passed like this, if it weren't for the fact that the little group was chirping at the empty water and wine altar at night.

Bai Wuchang was so noisy that the skull and his hair hurt, and he was ready to pull down the stubborn little tuanzi who was pulling on the wine jar.

It's not terrible for a singer to sing only one note, it's scary to stand on a high place and cover the audience and only sing that one note repeatedly.

It's like a fingernail scratching on a blackboard, and if it is all of a sudden, it will be over with goosebumps all over your body. If it slashes from one end of the blackboard to the other and then from that end, the sound repeatedly hits the eardrums, and everyone wants to rush up uncomfortably and strangle the source of the noise.

Bai Wuchang stretched out her skull claws and ripped off the little ball that was standing on a high place and howling.

Result -

Bai Wuchang looked at the little ball in his arms that was holding on to the wine jar and did not let go, and stretched out his skull claws towards the wine jar.

A sleeping little white bear appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The little white bear was snow-white, with only the tips of its four paws dyed with a hint of ink, and it curled up, shrunk in a jar with its face closed, and was sleeping soundly with its eyes closed.

The two semicircular ears twitched from time to time, and the appearance was very cute.

On this day, I stayed at the parting counter, but I didn't notice that there was a little white bear behind me.

"When did you come in?"

I asked.

Black and white both shook their heads.

Xiao Tuanzi poked the soft and round belly of the little white bear with his wings, and let out a joyful chirp.

After a while, a small bud and a piece of paper climbed up the body of the little ball happily, and curiously stretched out a timid bud and a flat piece of paper.

"Twitter-"

"Twitter-"

The high sound is a piece of paper, and the weak sound is a small bud and a small gray.

When the little white bear woke up, it was already the next morning.

The sunlight slanted into the house, dyeing the three or five blooming or budding magnolia flowers with a hazy pale golden color.

"Who are you?"

Seeing me and Black and White Impermanence coming around, the little white bear, oh no, the little girl shrank into the corner of the bed in fear.

"Komatsu?" I tried to shout.

"Huh?" The little girl in the white gauze skirt subconsciously agreed, and then reacted suddenly, her eyes widened, and she said uneasily: "You, you, how do you know my name?"

The little girl is small and delicate, and her fawn-like eyes are as clear as snow on the top of a mountain, pure and innocent.

"Yesterday, there was a man named Umun......" I deliberately said halfway, paying attention to Komatsu's expression.

I observed that when I spoke of Umeng, Komatsu's whole body tensed.

"No, please, save me, don't let him find me......"

Komatsu seemed to recall some terrible scene, and hurriedly pleaded at the moment.

"However, he seems to say that his fiancée Komatsu disappeared on the wedding day, and I heard that the two were childhood sweethearts, and their relationship was very good......"

Komatsu didn't refute when he heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then the hesitation and confusion on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by the firmness shown after making up his mind.

"I'm Komatsu, but I'm not going back."

"Why?" We asked.

"Because, because ......" hesitated, Komatsu told us what happened.

Komatsu's home is on Changbai Mountain, a sunny part of a mountain col.

There, only Komatsu was the family.

After going down the mountain, walk more than 200 meters before the population gathers.

Sometimes, Komatsu's parents would take him to the village, which was not very populous, to buy necessities.

But most of the time, the family lives in the mountains, living a semi-secluded life in isolation.

Komatsu remembers that when he was very young, many people would go up the mountain to cut down trees when the weather was fine.

The tree was so big that when you cut down one, there was a click, and after a few clicks, the tree, which had almost no end in sight, would fall to the ground with a bang.

The surrounding snow is like a white mist rising from the ground, enveloping the distant area into a hazy fairyland.

The reason why Komatsu has a profound impact is that at that time, she always heard the rumbling sound of the mountains in her cabin, and every time the sound sounded, even her own house seemed to tremble several times.

The mother's face was also ugly.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

Xiao Xiaosong climbed onto his mother's crossed legs, his clear eyes shining, and he looked at his sad mother in puzzlement.

"Nothing." The mother touched Xiao Xiaosong's head, opened the loose braid, tied it again, and tied it with a red rope.

Although her mother said that it was okay, Xiao Xiaosong could still see that her mother's frowning brow had not been loosened.

"Mom is worried, is our house collapsing?"

Finally, when there was another click-click-boom, Xiao Xiaosong couldn't help but ask.

The mother smiled, squeezed the little soft hand and said, "Don't worry." This house is sturdy. ”

"Do you remember the snow the year before last?"

Mother asked.

Xiao Xiaosong thought for a while and remembered. That year, the snow was falling heavily, and when I woke up one night, even the door was blocked by thick snow. It was white everywhere, and if it weren't for the smoked meat and the pickles and firewood stored in the house, they would have been trapped in the snow and starved to death.

Xiao Xiaosong nodded.

"The snow didn't crush our house, and now it's just a sound, don't be afraid."

Mother said with a smile.

Xiao Xiaosong nodded as if he didn't understand.

But the voice was almost remembered every day, and it was difficult for Xiao Xiaosong not to pay attention, so she begged her mother to take her to see it with her.

When the weather is fine, my mother will carry a basket on her back and pull some dead leaves to start a fire.

Finally, she couldn't bear her daughter's obsession, and her mother promised to take Xiao Xiaosong with her when she went to collect dead leaves, so that she could take a look at it from afar.