Many years later, I still remember the snow where my mother died, the bright red that bloomed on my mother's white fox fur and stained in the snow, which was particularly eye-catching. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info still appears again and again in my dreams many years later.

That year, I was thirteen years old.

My father and mother were very happy that day, because the plum blossoms in the garden were blooming, and the red plum trees in the bones were specially planted by my father for my mother, who loved plum blossoms, and she often said that plum blossoms were different from other flowers, and she was arrogant, and she disdained to compete with other flowers for spring, and only wanted to be accompanied by the cold winter. A proud skeleton is never worldly. The red plum blossoms in the snow are very delicate, and against the background of the white flying in the sky, the red is particularly eye-catching.

My father plucked a red plum and stuck it in my mother's sideburns, and said gently: It's beautiful.

The mother said shyly: "Flower beauty or human beauty?"

The father hugged his mother's shoulder and said, "Not as beautiful as you."

My father was so gentle that I didn't want to disturb him, and when I saw my brother recklessly preparing to rush over to call his mother, I hurriedly grabbed him. My tiger-headed brother didn't know what was going on, and stared at me with big eyes and puzzled.

I touched his head and said, "Be obedient, I'll give you candy later." ”

The younger brother showed his cute little tiger teeth and smiled so sweetly. So much so that the first thing I think of when I miss my brother day and night is this smile.

A snowflake fell on my red cotton jacket, and I looked up and a black shadow appeared in the white sky. He flew down and landed in front of his father and mother. A flash of sword flashed, and the father pulled the mother and hid behind her. shouted: "Who is coming!" ”

"You don't need to know! Suffer death! ”

"Joke, it's you who suffers death!" , The father turned around and pushed the mother, "Qing'er, you hurry up and take the children away, quickly!" ”

"No, let's go together!"

"Quick, the children can't live without their mothers, you guys go quickly!"

However, before my mother could hold us, my father was already injured, and my mother was so heartbroken that she desperately went forward to protect my father.

The man in black stabbed through my mother's body, and I saw my mother slowly fall in front of my father, red blood gushing out, infecting the red plum tree in the bones, and from a distance, it seemed that the tree grew out of blood, so the flowers were so dazzling.

"Don't! Qing'er! The father's heart-rending screams caused the younger brother to cry

I rushed over and cried out for my mother not to die.

With red eyes, my father rushed to the man in black, only to see my father fly over the courtyard with the man in black and fall off the cliff.

My mother took out a cyan jade pendant from her bosom, put it in the palm of my hand, and said, "Take this jade pendant and go to Posa Island near Fuxian Island to find your fifth mother-in-law." Luo'er, take care of your brother. With that, the mother's hand slipped.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the sky was full of miserable white, as if to cover up all the ugliness of this world, leaving only the bright red under my mother.

All of a sudden, I couldn't see any color.

The place where we have always lived is a hidden mountain on the middle of the continent, and almost no one from the mountain comes. What is the world like under the mountain? I heard my father once say that the secluded continent is surrounded by four islands, the one in the east is called Chongming Island, the one in the south is called Fuxian Island, the one in the west is called Tail Island, and the one in the north is called Suodemon Island. There should still be a long way to go from Fuxian Island, so I took some of the more valuable things at home and took my younger brother down the mountain. My brother seems to have grown up all of a sudden, and he no longer yells for a hug without walking a few steps like before, and he hasn't been tired at all when he walks with me in the snow for so long. On the way down the mountain, my brother didn't speak, and when I asked him if he was hungry, he shook his head. I asked him if he was tired, and he shook his head. I touched his head and said, "If you're tired, tell your sister, and your sister will carry you." ”

"I'm not tired." My brother looked at me with no light in his eyes, but he forced a smile on me, why did I see a sensible expression that did not match his age at all? He was only eight years old, he shouldn't have such an expression, and my tears flowed instantly. I hugged my brother and cried loudly, this was the first time I cried after my mother died, crying in the snow, why?! Why?! Why did God do this to us, why did that man kill my father? We can never see our mother's gentle smiling face again, we can no longer be coquettish in our father's arms, why! My brother patted me on the back and said, "Sister, don't cry, don't be sad, and Yu'er." Hearing this, I suddenly remembered my mother's words before she died, "Take good care of your younger brother"

I wiped away my tears and touched my brother's head. "Yu'er, my sister is here, my sister will always be by your side, you can tell your sister if you are tired or in pain."

Finally arrived at the bottom of the mountain, we went to the pawnshop, exchanged all the valuable things we brought down for coils, and then asked the pawnshop owner how to get to Fuxian Island. The pawnshop owner heard that I was going to Fuxian Island. He looked at me in surprise and said, "That's far away, you two children want to go there, it's difficult!" "But the kind boss eventually told me the way, and my brother and I hurried for nearly a month along the way, and the coils on our bodies were almost used. But the South Shore is far away. Coupled with the rainy days overnight, my younger brother was infected with wind and cold, and he has not been getting better. We don't have enough to buy medicine. But my brother kept carrying it, and he didn't say anything, only occasionally he couldn't hold back his cough and couldn't help coughing, at first I didn't think about it, until one night I kept hearing my brother's cough, and I found that his illness could not be delayed.

It was raining heavily, the ruined temple where we were sheltering was leaking in the wind, and my brother was shivering with cold, and I touched his head to find that it was so hot that he began to talk nonsense, calling "mother" and "sister" incessantly. I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do, so I hurried out and called a doctor. But it was too late and it was raining, and the doctor wouldn't let me go. I begged the doctor, but he didn't respond and pushed me out the door. At this time, a young man dressed in white stood beside me with an umbrella. "What's wrong with you?"

"My brother is sick, but the doctor won't help him, and I don't have any money."

"Where's your brother?"

"In a ruined temple on the street over there."

"Let's go, take me to see"

I hurriedly led him to the ruined temple. My poor brother was curled up there, and my heart ached. The boy picked up his brother and said to me, "Come and hold an umbrella and go to my house."

The young man in white had a large family, and he called the doctor in the family to treat his younger brother. The doctor said that it was fortunate that it came in time, and if it was any later, it would have been life-threatening. Looking at my younger brother, my whole body trembled, and at that moment, I was so afraid that it would take a long time for me to slowly feel the shawl that the young man in white draped over me. I looked at him, and it was only then that I noticed that the young man in white had blue eyes.

"Thank you"

The young man in white smiled at me: "Don't worry, your brother will be fine." ”

A trace of warmth slowly overflowed into my heart, and my clenched hands slowly loosened, and the whole person began to feel warm.