A somewhat old-looking residential building in the old town, in a room on the third floor.

A woman who looked to be 5 or 60 years old put down the rag in her hand, wiped her hands on her apron, picked up a bag on the table, and handed it to a black-haired young man standing in the doorway.

"Xiaohao, don't you like to eat spicy cabbage. It's not clean when I bought it outside, and that's what I learned to do. You taste it, if it's delicious, call back, I'll make it again. ”

The young man picked up the bag and glanced inside: "What else? ”

"There are also my fried meatballs and smoked fish, if you don't like to cook after work at night, you can take them out and eat them hot, which saves trouble. Don't buy it outside, it's not clean. ”

"Okay, it's better to be a mother. The brunette laughed.

", do you have a stepmother?" On the small two-seater, a man with gray sideburns stood up and walked to the door.

"Smoke less, I see you can smoke at least 5 or 6 cigarettes this night, do you want to cough like me all day long in the future?"

"Well, smoke less, definitely. The black-haired young man replied quickly, but he looked at the old woman with a blaming face.

"Go back early, remember to go home and put the food in the refrigerator, it will be sour outside. ”

"Well, got it. The black-haired young man replied casually, then lowered his head and pinched the fat corgi's fat ass before walking out of the room.

The elderly woman did not reluctantly close the door until the figure of the young man disappeared at the corner of the staircase, and the dim sensor light in the hallway soon went dark.

The black-haired young man walked downstairs with a lunch box, and suddenly looked up to the third floor with a sense of emotion, only to see a shadowy figure reflected in the window of the main house.

The shadow didn't speak, just beckoned and made a phone call.

The young man also smiled and beckoned, took out the key, and got into the car.

In the vast grasslands, with the arrival of the dry season, there is not much water to drink.

There is only one color for everything in sight, and that is earthy yellow.

The earth beneath your feet is earthy yellow, and the shallow ravines are also earthy yellow, and the dry and cracked lines crisscross it, and even the bare woods on the grassland look earthy yellow.

A brown, emaciated old horse followed at the end of the herd with its head bowed, spewing white foam from its mouth.

It is so tired that age has deprived it of all its physical energy.

But it could not stop, and could only desperately follow the herd, otherwise it would only be abandoned by the herd.

The grass around them had withered, and they could not hide the spotted predators, and perhaps they did not want to hide them, and their naked eyes were greedily fixed on the few old and small targets that had fallen behind.

The predators are patient, they wait, waiting for a figure to fall on its own.

Their responsibility is not to give this figure a chance to get up again.

The old horse was stomping into the air, and his front legs were limp on the ground, and the predators behind him were about to move, and their mouths were shouting excitedly, sounding like they were laughing.

It took the old horse a full three minutes with all his strength before he trembled and stood up again.

It doesn't want to die yet, and even if it does, it can't be here, it's still a long way from the horse mound, and only that is its ideal tomb.

The old horse still remembers the scene when he saw off his father, the same brown fur, thin and only a bag of bones left, and the lonely figure turned around the foot of the mountain and disappeared from his sight.

And today, it's its turn.

The leader of the herd, hearing the cheers of the predators, rushed over, smacked the old horse on the buttocks, and then galloped to the predators with several equally strong stallions, trying to drive them away.

The predators scattered in a hurry, but as the leader left, they gathered back again, still not far away, obscene and obscene.

A zebra was at the end of the herd, and it was still a pony without an adult.

An accident a few days ago injured one of its front legs, and now it can only limp and barely follow at the end.

The predators took the opportunity to pounce, and one bit the root of the zebra's tail and hung there.

The other two bit one into its neck and one into its injured leg.

The zebra fell to the ground with a bang, and the bite of the beast on it made it scream loudly in pain.

The old horse turned around, tried to open his somewhat dazed old eyes, and rushed in the direction of the zebra, his hard hooves trampling on the predator's body, and the crisp sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

As if he did not expect the old horse's fierceness, the predator was caught off guard and injured two companions in succession.

But then, they turned their attention to the old horse.

The old horse seems to have found the strength of his youth, kicking and biting with his teeth to drive away himself and the predators around the zebra.

It was already covered with paint, and it could feel streams of heat flowing out of its body along the wounds, falling to the ground and crushed into filthy clumps.

Its strength was decreasing, its steps were getting heavier, and its turn was getting slower.

Eventually, it was thrown to the ground.

The predators' teeth were biting at it, but the old horse did not cry, for it did not feel so painful anymore, and now it only wanted to sleep.

"Hiss~~Whoa!" the thunderous neighing woke the old horse from its slumber, and it took all his strength to open his eyelids, and he saw the leader of the herd rushing towards him like lightning.

That familiar reddish-brown fur is so beautiful.

The old horse closed his eyes and never opened them again.

On the deep blue sea as far as the eye can see, a black and white monster is moving under the water, and it is the king of this sea.

However, it now needs to avoid the large, hard floats on the surface.

A reckless temptation had caused the tail of those floating objects to add several rows of deep cuts to its body.

The heavy injuries almost caused it to die in the sea, and I remember that at that time, a large part of the sea water was stained red with blood.

......

Countless images floated before Phil's eyes, and he felt that he was human at one time, and he didn't seem to be at the same time.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning to him, and he didn't know how much time had passed or how many pictures he had seen.

Until he turned back into a spirit core and floated in the dark universe.

In front of his eyes, there was a huge planet, the planet had two moons, one large and one small, and there were three continents on the vast blue-green sea, one of which was ridiculously large.

Phil felt familiar to the place, and the continent felt familiar, so he wanted to go down and see what was calling him.

But just as he approached, several huge tentacles suddenly rose from the surface of the planet and rolled towards him.

The tentacles are thick, almost as thick as the smallest continent, and the tentacles are so long that they can easily roll up on themselves.

Phil was terrified and wanted to shout loudly, but didn't make any sound until the tentacles touched him.

To his surprise, the huge tentacles did not hurt him, but slowly swiped across his surface, like a gentle mother caressing her child.

Inexplicable emotion surged from his heart, and Phil cried, like a child who had been away from home for a long time, and finally found his way home.

The closed eyes opened a slit, and the blinding light made him hurry to close them again, until a series of soft calls made him muster up the courage to open his eyes again.

Phil was stunned, and it took him a long time to recognize that this was his room, his room in the Lion Castle.

His face was a little hot and damp, and it seemed that he was crying.

There was also a warm hand on her face, it was Catherine, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking haggard, and her eyes were a little red and swollen.

It took a full three minutes to completely shake off the bizarre dream, Phil took Catherine's hand and whispered, "Mom, I'm awake, it's okay." ”

Catherine nodded, her eyes reddening and her voice choked.

"How do you feel now?

"It didn't hurt anywhere, it was like I had a dream, a bizarre dream. I finally dreamed that you were touching my face, so I woke up with an itch. ”

"Phew, just woke up and talked nonsense. Catherine pinched Phil's big fat face angrily, but with all her strength she couldn't seem to kill even a mosquito.

"Mom, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

"Everything, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything, as long as it's you. ”

"The little mouth is still so sweet, lie down well, and it will be fine right away. Catherine wiped her face and smacked her son's head before getting up to leave.

When she stood on the ground, she seemed to stumble, she should have been here for a long time.