15. Scattered dust and mud

Wounds, bright red, bleeding, caressing, worrying, whispering, howling, the white fox looking up to the sky and howling, whimpering, curling smoke, clinging to people's houses, going door to door, the low huts, huts and huts are nestled in the period, nestled in them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems to be hiding, wanting to hide, but it is so difficult to hide, difficult to find, what kind of empty search, looking for a loss, looking for a loss and forgetting.

The white fox jumped in the dust, the white fox flew between the plains, between the ridges, and in the distance, there was a lively sound of gongs and drums in the distance, if you listened carefully, you could hear someone shouting: "Catch the fox!" Catch it! Or is it a white fox? What a big white fox! A middle-aged man's voice.

"O hateful white fox! What about eating one of my chickens and killing several of my ducks? A lady who was injured by a white fox and lost scolded crying.

"This poor day, how can I live now, how to live my life!" "Auntie, don't worry, as long as I shoot this white fox, I promise, I will only kill it, but not sell it, and sell its white skin to you, how about it?"

- He came to kill and sell her? Is there such a good thing in the world? The eldest lady was half-convinced, she glanced at her eyes so slantedly, believing it and doubting it, as if believing it and not believing it. But she nodded very well and said honestly: "Then trouble you young man!" ”

The white fox was like smoke, like the wind, galloping among the ridges and grasslands, and then, running over the hills, through the thorn bushes, through the depths of the overgrown dense forest, hiding, seeking, hiding everywhere, but the sound of gunfire could still be heard in the distance, the sound of gunfire...... One by one. It's like a disaster, one by one.

She just survived, like an ordinary white fox surviving, struggling, working hard, and desperately, not giving up, not giving up easily, and running in a loss, after discovering the possibility that she was going to be chased eventually, she dropped the half dead chicken in her mouth, and ate it with all her might.

Memories seem to have taken root, as if the seeds of memory suddenly took root and sprouted in her heart, and the branches and leaves of the memory that had been buried in her heart for a long time, the memories that grew out, bloomed like buds, bloomed in her heart, blossomed, took root, and gave birth to a piece of hope and hope.

She waited and waited and waited and waited What kind of sorrow, what kind of depression, what kind of evasion and trembling, what kind of possibility, what kind of impossibility.

Will it be devastated? Could she be such a forever, forever soul of a devastated lonely wild and beast?

She was lonely there, lonely there, but she was dodging in the midst of knives and guns, and she was afraid for a long time, and she was afraid for a long time, what was possible and what was impossible.

She ran, she ran in the night, she ran silently in the night, she fled, she was afraid and afraid, she was hiding, those voices, the sounds of pursuit, the screams of fear that came after her, the sounds of distress, the sounds of sadness, the sorrows, the tears, and the bewilderment.

She had hid in his arms, not a fox, but a person, a woman, a woman, weak her, lying in his arms, crying, convulsively crying, whimpering and silently crying, she was at a loss, and it was difficult to adapt to crying and whimpering, long whimpering, ** crying......

But it is a tenderness, it is the tenderness in memory, when the memory is separated from the memory and nostalgia, what kind of pain is there, what kind of pain is there, what kind of pain is there, there is a new disaster, a new death and loneliness.

She was so cowardly, she could only cry, she could only cry and whimper, but it was a cold wind and a cold wind, she ran in the cold wind, ran in the dark jungle of the night, ran wildly, did not dodge, ran wildly without reason, ran wildly in the line of death.

Running wildly in melancholy and pain, running wildly in forgetting, in that evasion and timidity, discovered...... Only then did I find out...... Weak...... It's so vulnerable, it's so delicate.

Weakness is so weak, weakness is so weak, who is looking for it, who is going to hide, who is looking for it, who is looking for sorrow and affection, sorrow and nostalgia, is she only lonely? Is it only the only one who has to be in the middle of it? Only...... Failed?

The blue-haired him, under the blue and endless blue sky, fluttered with the wind, went away with the wind, drifted away with the wind, floated away, what kind of hard to find, what kind of loneliness and sadness there would be, the woman raised her cheeks lightly, but her eyes were full of tears.

Man...... Indifferent, indifferent eyes, indifferent a pair of indifferent eyes, a pair of very cold eyes, a pair of very light and faint eyes, but it is a very painful and painful nostalgia, a painful and difficult to find, a sad feeling that is difficult to find, a sadness that is frustrated, and a difficult injury that cannot be avoided and escaped.

Worried...... It is difficult to solve the thousands of threads, it is difficult to solve the thousands of knots in the heart, as if it is so difficult to open, difficult to untie, and in the end, it is still so helpless to suddenly find out that it is a fault, everything is a fault, a fault of frustration and distress.

She had stretched out her arm and stopped him, that's it, she wanted to see him, stop him, she didn't want him to go, except for wanting him to stay, she still wanted him to stay, she didn't have any other meaning, no other plan, she just cried to him: "Ye Luokong...... Stay...... Please, leaves are empty, stay...... Please, stay, okay? Stay with me. Stay with me who is lonely and lonely, okay? ”

"Whisper?" He looked at her, looking at her meaningfully, looking at the woman in front of him, he could be sure that she was not the mistress of the cold sword, and he could be very sure that it was not the frail and sickly, a cough, a slightly heavy breath, would make him think that she was sick.

The very sick spirit, he trembled in that place, it was the trembling of the heart, it was the worry of the heart, it was a worry of the heart, it was a worry of the heart, it was a loss of the heart, he could only look at her, at the woman in front of him, he took a deep breath, a long deep breath, and then, slowly, slowly, he exhaled softly, and he said softly, "Let go, okay?" Soul ...... Be good, be good, be good...... Soul ...... Let go......"

"No...... I don't! The woman shook her head delicately, just tugging at the corner of the man's clothes, and said, "Don't let me go, don't let me go, don't let me go, don't abandon me, leave me?" ”

However, the hand still let go. He still turned his head and let go of her hand, without a word, weeping and letting go of her hand, he didn't cry, he was a man, a man with courage, he wouldn't cry, he had the way he was going, his way, his way, his journey, his distant direction.