The surroundings were quiet again, Mi Bao looked up at the sky, and some birds flew over with their wings, leaving one or two chirps, and his eyes moved from the air to the crowd, and he saw Peach's mother kneeling down for the three masters and the three mothers, and the voices of the three mothers floated in the wind:

"His aunt, don't say five hundred oceans, even fifty we can't afford it!"

“……”

Mi Bao knew that adults were discussing money, and he knew that his Mi Po's life was not worth those dollars no matter what. He couldn't understand how a living life could be grouped with those cold things with white flowers.

"Did you say yes, who will you change first? To change or not to change? The thin man's cry rang out again in the barren meadow.

"Change," the monk's voice suddenly became so small that it was almost inaudible, "change that girl." ”

Mi Bao let out a long sigh in his heart, which was the result he had expected. He thought that if he changed himself first, he would also give it to Peaches. However, how much he wanted to hear the monk say his name, how much he wanted to see the three mothers and the three masters arguing and saying, change Mi Bao first, change Mi Bao first!

Peaches was let go, and she hesitated to walk towards her mother. The monk over there also let go of his hand, and the big man walked step by step with his broad shoulders. Just as they were about to come together and prepare to pass by, Peach stopped, she turned around, her eyes searched for Mi Bao, she saw that Mi Bao's bright black eyes were also staring at her, and suddenly, she exclaimed:

"I'm not leaving! Let Mi Po go! ”

She turned and ran towards Meebo. At this time, the monk had already rushed to the side, picked up the struggling peach, and returned to the crowd in a few steps.

Peach's last two words flowed through Mi Bao's body like a warm current in an instant, and he felt that it was enough, enough. He thought that he must not fall into the hands of these people, let them think of themselves as mules to be exchanged for money in the bazaar, just like Malaysia, and he is also a man who can read, write, speak, and now learn to shoot. Suddenly, he saw the arrow at his feet, which had been broken by the thin man, and the arrow was aimed at him, shining in the grass and teasing his heart. As soon as he walked up to the big man, the thin man was holding the box gun in his right hand, and the left hand was patting the wide shoulder, and his heart was crossed, and he violently broke free from the hand of the black shirt and black pants, picked up the broken arrow from the ground, and pierced it on the arm holding the gun at once.

The arm was too thin, too thin, and the thirteen-year-old boy used all his strength to feed, and the sharpened arrow almost pierced it like a nail, and the thin man never expected the silent child to have this trick, and his gun fell on the grass with a clatter, and he screamed with a mouth full of yellow teeth.

The big man was taken aback at first, but he reacted quickly, and immediately bent down to pick up the snatch and aimed it at Mi Bao. Mi Po fell to the ground, the bullets flying past his scalp, and with no way out, he closed his eyes tightly and rolled towards the bottomless ditch beside the meadow.

The deepest part of the valley town is next to the barren meadow, and the children call it the Great Black Ditch. The towering peaks extend here, the trees are scarce, but the grass spreads luxuriantly, I don't know what age, the two adjacent mountains seem to have a conflict, and they distance themselves from each other, forming this bottomless big black ditch. Lying on it, you can only hear the sound of the flow of the mountain spring, but you can't see its endless appearance, if you shout at it, it will also change your voice in time to send it back, as if there is a huge monster with a strange temper living below, even your voice is too lazy to ask, like to stay quietly by yourself, so the children in the town sketch in their hearts the image of the monster with green eyes and red tongue and full of armor with rattling noise, and few people come here. This is also the reason why the monk chose this realm for the children to practice archery, one is afraid of hurting people, and the other is that he wants to practice the children's courage, but he didn't expect such a thing to lose his soul and ask for his life.

The night was already deep, a few sparse stars were blinking their tireless eyes, and the crescent moon hung in the treetops.

The people of Valley Bottom, with their pine torches and lanterns, had dispersed, taking their frightened children with them, and supporting the exhausted children.

The monk had already tied a rope around his waist three times in a row and descended from the place where Mi Bao had fallen, but three times he had returned in vain. When he was pulled up by everyone, his body was scratched by the sharp stones below and the sour jujube thorns all over the place, his black and white eyes were full of despair, and he clenched his big fists and pounded the ground desperately, and people sighed and dissuaded. In fact, he had already rushed at the same time as Mibao rolled down, and the big man's bullet drilled two holes in his thick arms and shoulders, but it didn't stop his determination to pounce on the big man.

The angry people rushed over, and the two black-clothed and black-pants saw that things were not good, and left their brothers in life and death, and dragged the thin man into the woods.

Peach's voice was already hoarse, and Tao Jinbao and Xiao Guozi also tried their best to shout and shout at Daheigou regardless of their previous suspicions, but all they answered them was the sound of running water in the ditch and the echo of their own change of tone.

When Mipo woke up, she saw the blinking stars. The thick roots sticking out from the side of the deep ditch caught his body just right, Mi Bao reached out and touched the wet and thick rhizomes twisted together, he couldn't understand how the roots of the trees on the mountain stretched here, and he supported himself like an arm, he felt that his mother was sheltering himself in the sky, not letting him die. Thinking like this, he came to the spirit, he moved his arms and legs a little sore, when he fell, his head hit the raised stone, the oozing blood had coagulated, black like a piece of baked paste sticky to the door of the brain, a little touch, the pain in the heart, he wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be blocked with a ball of cotton, he couldn't swallow it, he couldn't spit it out, he couldn't make a sound at all, the water under his body was still rattling, hearing this sound, Mi Bao felt even more hungry and thirsty, he turned his head, Two hands grasped the root, with his mouth to find a slightly thinner rhizome, finally touched the soft part, he opened his mouth and bit down hard, the skin of the root was torn down a large piece, Mi Bao used his shoulder to help stuff it into his mouth, and began to chew with the damp soil, the bark was cut off by his hard and neat teeth, and then cut off, until it became finely broken, and the fine enough to push the lump of cotton he imagined that was blocked in his throat, and the root of the tree had some sweet and silky taste, some like the maltose made by his mother when he was a child, When he took a second bite, the sap of the sticky roots oozed from the broken place, and Mipo ate one bite after another, until he straightened his neck and stood on tiptoe to reach it.

After eating, his hands and feet were no longer so sore, and he had some strength in his body, and he climbed up the roots of the tree. For the first time, Mi Po felt that her body was so heavy that her two arms fell without moving.

He clinged to the ditch wall of the almost vertical big black ditch, and suddenly thought of whether the big monster with green eyes and red tongue at the bottom of the ditch thought that he had disturbed it, and rushed up and dragged him down, he shouted in his heart, monster, monster, you don't want to drag me down, my mother is in the sky, good people will fly to the sky when they die, and my Mi Bao is also a good person, I will die on it, so that I will not stay at the bottom of the black ditch with you!

Finally, the cool wind blew above Mi Bao's head, and his two hands also picked up the artemisia grass along the ditch, and he turned over and climbed up with the last of his strength.

Lying on the soft grass, Mibo fell asleep. He saw his mother sitting in front of the mirror in front of the window and combing her hair, the mother in the mirror was young and beautiful, her long black and silky hair fell from her shoulders to her waist like a waterfall, and her mother combed it with a peach wood comb while telling him a story, which she had heard many times, and asked her to tell it again every time. Mother is talking about a kind-hearted fairy in the old forest of the mountains, he built a strong and beautiful house, no matter how strong the wind can not blow, no matter how heavy the snow can not collapse, he planted cabbage is the size of a washbasin, potatoes are bigger than watermelons, girls eat white and smart, boys eat tall and brave, old people eat healthy and young. But he lived far away, and it took a lot of hard work to find him and learn his skills, and many people searched for it, and some people found it, but they couldn't stand the hard work; Some people couldn't stand the ordeal and returned. Whenever my mother talks about this, she always says that immortals are also made by mortals, but mortals are not strong. Mi Bao said, mother, my heart is strong, I will look for it when I grow up. My mother smiled and said, okay, my mother waits. Mi Bao saw his mother stand up, walked to the mirror, and disappeared, he hurriedly reached out to grab it, and accidentally knocked over the osmanthus oil used by his mother to comb her hair, and sprinkled his face with sweetness and coldness.

Mi Bao opened his eyes violently, the sky was already cloudy, and the clear and transparent dew was dripping from the grass leaves to his face, and he stuck out his tongue to take it, sweet and clear. He rolled over, his fingers touching something hard and smooth, and he knew it was the bow by feeling that it was the bow, and he remembered that it was the thin man who kicked it yesterday, and he didn't know if he had touched the bow or if the bow had found him. He scrambled to his feet, and vaguely saw the gray-white parchment bucket with the arrow looming in the grass, and he took the bow on his back, walked over, and took the barrel of the arrow in his hand, and looked at the morning mist of the town, and silently said goodbye to it in his heart. There's nothing left to be nostalgic about, he thought. He wants to fly away freely like a bird, fly to the story told by his mother, and go to the fairy who can build a house and grow vegetables.

As he walked up the hill, he looked back at the town of Valley where he had lived for three years, and his eyes lingered for a moment longer on the tall Peaches house, and then he walked towards the dense woods.