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Half of the weeds on the front steps of the door are removed and half are left, and the rest is used as decoration. The green and fluffy east and west are in the corner, and they fall on the corner of the staircase, which is also quite interesting.

The gate is hidden under a half-elm tree, and a rough carved wooden plaque hangs from it. As soon as the wind blew, it squeaked and swayed.

In this bloody twilight, it sounds like a distant taste.

"Da!"

"Da!"

"Da!"

After three sounds, the closed door creaked open.

A black hole in the house, like a beast with a wide open mouth, waiting for the prey to come to the door automatically.

The white-clothed young man in front of the door seemed to be startled, took two steps back, and wanted to turn around and leave.

At that moment, a white hand gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Why don't you go in?"

The young man looked back in astonishment, but before he could see the man's shadow clearly, he was pushed through the door with a strong and gentle force. It's just that in a trance, the corner of his eye catches a faint red shadow.

It was a corner of the wobbly shirt.

Who would wear such ostentatious clothes?

Before I could think about it, my eyes fell into darkness.

The young man in white squinted his eyes, and it took a long time to get used to it before he could see the scene in front of him clearly.

The small room, there is a low counter in the southeast corner, behind the counter there is a neat and tidy big wine jar, the jar is sealed with red paper mud, and the rubbed straw rope is wrapped around the bottom, the ink on the bright red paper is dripping, and the three big characters are written "forget the love water".

"Oh, there's finally business coming to the door!Young man, I see that your Yin Tang is black, his eyes are blank, his steps are vain, and his center of gravity is unstable, how about it, are you interested in sitting down and drinking a glass of forgetful water and talking about the ideal girl in your heart?"

The first business came to the door, I was very excited, and I came out directly from behind the counter, and enthusiastically pulled the dazed teenager in front of me and introduced it endlessly.

"I thought, looking for an old friend. ”

After being silent for a long time, the young man in white said without sadness or joy, but his eyes were as bright as a moving lake.

I was stunned when I heard this: "I don't want to help find someone." ”

"I know. What I'm looking for is her soul. The young man in white looked at me seriously, and as soon as he flipped his palm, a faint green light floated: "Master Meng, this is my honorarium." ”

How long is 500 years?

Many years ago, Shiro was thinking about this question.

From the moment he gave birth to his first consciousness, he knew that he had lived for many years.

How long is many years, even Bai himself can't understand.

On Aye Mountain, a stubble of flowers and plants was born and died, and groups of birds and beasts went and came. Only Bai, standing on Aye Mountain forever, silently watching the things and people around him year after year.

In the days when he first became conscious, Shiro was not so silent.

He looked at the vibrant and colorful world in front of him with infinite joy, and his heart was full of joy to fly.

When did the happiness disappear?

Perhaps, it had something to do with talking to a little squirrel that day.

"Xiao Qi, long time no see. You look like you've lost a lot of weight. Bai looked at the ball jumping up and down in front of him, and his heart was happy and melancholy. Squirrel Xiaoqi is one of his few friends who can jump. They hadn't seen each other for more than half a month.

The group that was jumping up and down raised its tail in protest: "I'm not Xiao Qi, I'm Xiao Thirteen." Xiao Qi died half a month ago. ”

"Dead, what is dead?" Shiro was puzzled.

"To be dead is to be dead. Little Thirteen gnawed on the pine cone and said vaguely, and then jumped away.

Bai waited for a long time, and Xiao Qi didn't come.

The mushrooms he had stored for it were piled up in a heap and pecked by a flock of noisy birds passing by.

Little Thirteen came twice, and Shiro tried to give it the mushroom he had just picked up, but Little Thirteen refused.

"Who eats mushrooms! It's so unpalatable! Squirrels don't eat mushrooms!"

"Xiao Qi eats, it's also a squirrel. Not all squirrels don't eat mushrooms. Bai Na said.

"But Xiao Qi died. Little Thirteen rolled the pine cone and walked away.

Xiao Qi died, this is the second time Bai has heard this.

For no reason, a trace of melancholy suddenly appeared in his heart.

Soon, the first snow came.

Shiro fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, the lily of the valley flower at my feet had already bloomed.

"Good morning, little bell. ”

Say hello in vain.

"Hello. Lily of the valley shook her little bell as white as moonlight and said timidly.

"This is your second bloom!" Shiro looked at the little flower, and his heart was very happy.

"No, it's my first flower. Lily of the valley lowered her head, her voice thin.

"How come? I remember the last time you bloomed, the scarab also booked a flower as a room, and that was it....... Huh......" Shiro retorted, pointing to the small bell of the lily of the valley. But the place where there should have been a flower is now empty. Bai couldn't help but be surprised.

"Lily of the valley flowers can only bloom once in a lifetime. I think you're probably talking about my sister. She just bloomed last year. Right here. The little bell folded the blades and shyly pointed to a small piece of land at his feet.

Bai lowered his eyes and looked at it, the land was overgrown with weeds, and there was no trace of the existence of lily of the valley flowers.

Suddenly, Shiro remembered what had happened before he fell asleep. Little Thirteen said that Little Seven was dead.

Shiro has never understood what death is, but now, he seems to understand a little.

Death is the eternal disappearance from this heaven and earth.

This new discovery did not make Shiro happy. On the contrary, it gave him a faint sorrow.

On Aye Mountain, spring goes to autumn, and there are very few animals and plants that can survive a round.

Only white, living round after round.

watched his friends disappear one by one.

That deep desolation made his happy and bright mood darken day by day.

If you always have to separate in the end, it is better not to know each other at the beginning.

In this way, when you are destined to leave, perhaps, there will not be so much sadness to speak of.

White became taciturn, disheartened and fell into a deep sleep.

Year after year, coming and going, life and death, vicissitudes.

No one knows that there is a talking lake on the Aye Mountains.

Until that day, Shiro saw a little girl in rags.

Shiro was forced to wake up.

Because the little girl in rags, Ah Xiao, smashed on him, creating a layer of turquoise water.

It wasn't long before bursts of laughter came from the sound of silver bells.

The joyful laughter was like a faint ray of sunshine shining into the white and gray heart.

When the little girl left, although she was still in rags, she was much cleaner.

Bai secretly glanced at it, she was a girl who was neither good-looking nor ugly.

The reason why I know her name is because she buried herself in Bai's arms and said a word softly.

She said, "Mother, Ah Xiao misses you so much." ”