The sky suddenly fell with swan feather snow, and Jian Yi was very surprised and uneasy. Just now, the sky was clear, and the sunset was soaked in the sunset and singing and dancing. What's more, it's the beginning of summer, and this anti-spring snow is really abnormal!

The younger brother Bell smiled. The first time he saw snow, he jumped up and down, waving his hands excitedly in the air to grab the light and agile snowflakes. Snowflakes deliberately landed on his cheeks, and the cold stimulation made him blink quickly and shiver rapidly. His enthusiasm quickly boiled again, and he raised his head and closed his eyes to greet more snowflakes with a small face. It was also the first time I had seen such a heavy snowfall.

A feather-like snowflake, swaying and spinning in the air. It is the wing feathers of an egret, with a slender and graceful feather feather and dense interlaced shiny branches on both sides of the feather axis. Compared with other snowflakes that fall quickly from the sky, it seems graceful and slow, with its own agility and strength in its weakness, and it shimmers with ghostly metallic light like an elf.

The winged feather snowflake quickly attracted the attention of the bell, and he ran back and forth with the flying snowflakes, "babbling" and clapping his little hands and screaming like a fawn.

Having just experienced a huge mountain rock falling from the sky, this strange snowflake naturally aroused Jian Yi's vigilance. Winged Feather Snowflake wandered above the bell's head, and the bell swayed and jumped to his feet with two poor little short legs, trying to catch the mischievous man. Wingfeather Snowflake whirled around and fled from the bell's palm, landing straight down to his head.

"Ah Ling, be careful!" Before the Wing Feather Snowflake touched his brother's head, he quickly struck out and snatched it into the palm of his hand.

The winged feather snowflake was as aggressive as polar ice. Jian Yi's red and swollen face quickly turned dark, and finally oozed a miserable white. The weight of this snowflake, like a dense piece of lead iron, dragged his hand to the ground.

Jian Yi was surprised and panicked: "That huge mountain rock can rise into the air like a feather." This light snowflake actually weighs thousands of pounds?" Before he could think about it, the snowflakes had been firmly frozen and adhered to the skin on his hands. The snowflake simply didn't have enough surface to trigger the suction cup on his hand, and he couldn't shake the snowflake out of his palm.

The weight of the snowflakes continued to increase, and the note staggered to its knees. He struggled to lift one leg when his whole body was pulled hard and fell back to the ground. The hand that grabbed the snowflakes was so painful that it couldn't clench its fists.

The younger brother is still unaware of the danger, and he clamories to take back the feather snowflake from his brother's hands. "Ah Ling, go away! Go away!" The more Jian Yi refused, the stronger his brother's competitiveness became.

Until Jian Yi cried anxiously. His cry fell out of his mouth trembling word by word with the breath of sobbing: "Quick... Go away... Yes... , Ah Ling... Over here... Danger!"

The bell stopped chattering, and he stood still, frightened by the tears that kept pouring from his brother's eyes. The world suddenly stood still, and time seemed to stop passing. Different from the bright smiling face he used to have, he really saw his brother's tearful face for the first time. My brother's facial features were tangled together, and his expression was extremely painful.

Bell doesn't have the concept of parents in his head. From the moment he was born, when he opened his eyes to observe this novel world, what he touched and touched, what he relied on to trust, who provided him with security and shelter, and even who provided food and scrubbed his buttocks, it had always been the little boy called "Brother" in front of him. Perhaps the infant's instinctive attachment to his mother was transferred to his brother from the moment he was born.

The smiling face of my brother who responds to his needs, like a sunflower chasing the sun, is always aimed at himself and blooms. Even though time had stopped, my brother's face still writhed hideously. The bell slowly reached out his little hand to touch the tears on his brother's cheeks, and his hands were soon soaked with tears. Those crystal clear tears were sticky and warm. He couldn't help but put his tear-stained fingers in his mouth and sucked it. The moment his brother's tears touched the taste buds of his tongue, he felt his brother's horror and struggle.

In the midst of the stormy seas, the elder brother is driving a small dilapidated wooden boat, battling the wind and waves. The elder brother was short, weak and tired, howling and rowing hard. Behind his brother, the bell saw his little self, who was hugging his brother tightly, hiding behind his brother and shivering. An unprecedented wave overwhelmed and poured out on his brother. That huge wave weighed thousands of pounds, and the weak brother couldn't bear it.

Bell is too young to understand how deadly his brother is in danger. He hoped that he could protect him in the same way that his brother protected him, and in turn protected him. He realizes that it was that pesky feather snowflake that was pinning his brother's hand to the ground and making him so uncomfortable. So he pounced on it again and tried to drive it away from his brother.

The palm of Jianyi's hand was firmly nailed to the ground by the Dinghaishen needle. He couldn't stop his brother from pounceing on him, so he had to lie down on the ground, protecting the snowflakes in his arms. How could my brother's delicate little hands bear the extreme cold and weight of that snowflake.

"Click! Click!" As soon as he heard the sound of the bones in his palm shattering. The pain was severe along the metacarpal bones, through the ulna and radius, and the whipping destroyed every nerve in the body. He couldn't twist his body to adjust to the pain, or his hands and snowflakes would be exposed, and his ignorant brother would pounce on him again. Sweat erupts like a spring from every sweat gland in the body, and a circle of snow melts.

In order to divert the pain, the note begins with a distraction by counting. How many moments of fear and loneliness, he used counting to support himself. He was unwilling to admit defeat, as if most of them were a number, and if he held on for one more second, the snowflake would melt and disappear on its own.

He has a total of four family members. He will number ten for each of them as a blessing from the bottom of his heart.

"One, two, three...", note one deliberately counted each number in his heart. Counting from one to ten for his mother, how he longed for his mother to wake up as soon as possible.

He remembered that every time his mother went out, he would always be stuck in a long wait. Mom carefully painted the makeup, and asked him again and again: "Do I look young today? Who is more beautiful between me and Aunt Qingluan? What???How can it be about the same?!Oh, yes, help me see if the foundation on my face is evenly applied? Quickly help me straighten my earrings! He crouched on the ground and fiddled with a wooden machete, usually waiting for the whole morning. Mom was shy and flustered like a young girl who had not yet left the cabinet, happily shuttling between the mirror and the wardrobe, as if the battle had just begun. I don't know how long I'll have to wait, but I just have to wait!

The first ten numbers were quickly counted along with the strong longing and fond memories of the mother of the note.

"Eleven,... Twelve... , thirteen ,... "Eleven to twenty are counted for his brother, and he longs for his brother's broken head to recover quickly."

Jian Yi clearly remembers that on the day my brother was born, my mother would go to the vegetable garden to pick some beans and ask him to help cook the rice first. It was dark, but he waited for his mother, who was seriously injured and dying. The mother fell in the yard and crawled to the door with difficulty, dragging a long trail of blood behind her. Jian Yi helped his mother to the bed in a panic and found that she had multiple fractures all over her body, and blood kept spitting out from her mouth. Her eyes were so swollen that she could barely open them, and she was wheezing and talking without being able to express the full meaning. As soon as I saw my mother gritting her teeth and gently patting her stomach, she understood that her mother was about to give birth.

As soon as he turned around, he wanted to run to the town to get a doctor, but his mother grabbed him. She knew she didn't have much time left, and she still had a lot of important things to say to her. But she had so much to say, and the pain of childbirth made her not know how to talk about it. Jian Yi held his mother's hand tightly, and the spasms caused by the severe pain made his mother, who was already seriously injured, unable to respond to his hand. Mom's sweat and blood intertwined, staining the bed transparently. Her howling and struggling became weaker and weaker, and she couldn't stop shedding tears just to make the most simple and simple wish: how much she hoped that her child would be born safely! Mother was still struggling on the bed, he didn't know how long he would have to wait, but he had to wait!

These ten numbers are not easy to count. The memories that flowed with it seemed heavier than that feather snowflake. The mother, who was seriously injured, fell into a deep coma after giving birth to her younger brother and did not wake up again. From that day on, not long after his tenth birthday, he became the pillar of the family overnight.

Heaven blessed him with a younger brother. The younger brother's cry pierced the night sky, crisp as a bell hanging in front of the house. Usually, every time there is a meal, my mother will shake the bell, and I can hear it when I wander a few hills away, which is the call from my mother and home. He named his brother Bell, and his mother no longer shook the bell at the door of his house to summon him home, but gave him a new bell of flesh and blood. The call of the younger brother is to keep him back to the original point, and the long-lasting loud sound of the bell.

"Twenty-one,... ，... Twenty-two... ,... "Twenty-one to thirty is counting for his sister, and he hopes that his sister who ran away from home can return home as soon as possible."

The night before my sister suddenly disappeared with her father, my father angrily rushed into the room with a broom and locked the note. The father angrily rebuked his sister. Jianyi didn't know what kind of big, irreparable mistake her sister had committed, so that her father, who had always doted on her, was almost mad and furious. The father, who hated iron and steel, even hysterically whipped his sister with a broom. The stubborn sister gritted her teeth and didn't make a trace of **, she never bowed her head and didn't admit her mistakes! Mom was pregnant with her younger brother at that time, she knelt on the side and cried, begging for her sister.

As he curled up in the corner, his father harshly reprimanded and roared at his sister like spring thunder, one after the other exploding on his eardrums, giving him a splitting headache. The whole world is so quiet that only this strife remains. He couldn't understand his father's reprimand for his sister, and wished that time would stop so that his father wouldn't beat her again. At night, there was still a hustle and bustle in the door, until the end, the three people in the house hugged their heads and cried together. I don't know how long I'll have to wait, but I'm going to wait!

The notes are counting more and more slowly, and the reaction is getting more and more sluggish. When he counted to twenty-seven, his tightly knit brow was slightly calm. My sister's birthday is the twenty-seventh. He remembers his sister's coming-of-age ceremony on her sixteenth birthday, when his father gave her a black tanuki pendant with many tails and instructed her to hang it around her neck at all times so that he could sense his daughter's presence. Jian Yi was extremely envious, he chased after his sister, wanting to see the pendant thousands of times. If his father gave him a greeting and a smile, he would treasure it for eternity.

"Thirty-one... ，... ,... "Thirty-one to forty are numbered for the father."

Jian Yi quietly watched his father taste the delicious pumpkin petal soup made by his mother, and his father laughed heartily. The dim light sprinkled warmth and family affection on the corners of his father's mouth and chatting. As soon as he plucked up his courage, he bumped into the deer in his heart, and timidly asked his father if he still needed another bowl of soup. The father ignored him. blamed himself for being too small and weak, and his father didn't hear it. Perhaps he heard it, but deliberately did not answer. Jian Yi was full of anticipation but inexplicably scared to wait for his father's response, he didn't know how long he would have to wait, but he had to wait!

"Thirty-four... ，... ,... "These numbers are extremely difficult to count, like doing a 100-meter sprint on the top of Mount Everest in thin air, and Jian Yi's lungs are almost bursting.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Venus swirled around his eyes. The kind old man who made magic popcorn suddenly appeared in his mind. At the moment when he was almost swallowed alive by the king cobra roaring from the sky, the old man rescued him and held his hand tightly, how warm and satisfied! How nice it would be if my father was like the old man and he burned himself with a bright smile!

"Thirty-nine... ，... ，... Forty... ,..." The eyelids drooping were no longer controllable, but he could still see a large circle of light swaying in front of him. Those times mixed with beauty and sorrow, the smiles of my mother and brother, the alienation of my father and sister, are like the heavy feather snowflakes in my hands. Jianyi's breathing was extremely weak.

Maybe the low temperature of the wing feather snowflake paralyzed Jian Yi's pain nerves, and the pain actually eased at this moment. "Then let's count a few more!" said Kaiichi seemed to understand something. When he was dying, he connected all the important people he met, like a movie fast-forwarding, looking back on his short life that ended in a hurry before he had time to bloom.

For his best friend when he was young, Little Yellow Chicken! When he died in the plague, he didn't even dare to shed a tear in front of his father, and he always thought about it guiltily. For the loving old man, his magic popcorn gives him strength and courage! For the young brother Ritsuki and Liu Feng in the fire and their mother! For the Jiaoyu monster Tugan and his sister Yujia who he never saw again! For the kind and enthusiastic neighbor and the town doctor!

For the egg-yellow flowers dancing on the pumpkin vines! For a good harvest this autumn! For the winter when it is no longer so hungry and cold! For the cornfields that provide food for himself and his family all year long! For the hare that runs free in the fields without destroying the grain! For those who have lost their families and suffer as much loneliness and pain as himself! Even for the vicious "that woman"! How he wishes she would change her mind and become gentle and kind.

Each number corresponds to a wish, and they linger on the winding mountain road of worship, accompanied by the five thoughtful devotional long heads, which endure in the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Each of these numbers is also a plumb hammer that is cumulatively superimposed on the extremely heavy feathers in the palm of the note. They are like the last words of Jianyi, engraved in his heart one by one, as an epitaph for his love for his family and the world.

The swaying circles of light in front of me gradually fluttered and diffused, as docile and quiet as the aurora in the Arctic Circle, gradually turning from green to blue, and from blue to green. He could feel his brother crying beside him, gently stroking his hair. He couldn't work any longer, so count to three and light up all his wishes!

However, before the beginning of the count, the rapidly increasing weight of the snowflakes finally broke through the limit of the note. Where will the lonely and young brother go in the future? The last drop of reluctant and unwilling tears swirled in the corner of Jian Yi's eyes and refused to fall. The world suddenly became quiet, he entered the chaotic world, everything returned to zero, and there would be no more pain and patience.