The hardships of the search really began, and although there were only a few dozen kilometers of waterway, it took a lot to trek through the mountains and mountains.

Looking at the vast expanse in front of him, the thorn bushes are clustered one after another, maybe no one has ever explored here before, they need to open the way in the mountains, and also prevent the infestation of other predators, many times, Pu Fei saw Pu You gritting his teeth and persevering, Pu Fei had the idea of giving up, he didn't want everyone to exhaust their efforts for their vague memories left, he cherished the warm time in front of him even more, but Pu Ying's resolute attitude infected and inspired him again and again, So that his rootless duckweed seems to have found a harbor where he can rest.

Every time it seems to be coming to an end, when hope is about to appear, there are forks in the river, and the tributaries converge together, the bubble of hope is punctured again and again, and the blows make them become insensitive, and they don't know how many forks they have walked through, and how many rivers they have gone upstream, but Pu Yingjue's persistence has inspired and infected them again and again to continue to move forward, and they will not give up until they reach their goal.

The monument erected by Pu Ying invisibly made Pu Fei never give in on the tortuous road of life later, although sometimes he followed the same path, but the belief in continuing to move forward was always so firm.

Intermittently, back and forth, and after two years, it took two years to find the possible haunting place, although he saw it, Pu Fei's heart could not make waves, and the only memory left was only struggling in the water, and everything else was blank.

The reality is always cruel, it backfires, years of searching, what I see is a ruined wall, no one is inhabited, and even on those collapsed walls are crawling with moss, this is the sequelae of the flood, the beams of the house are rotten, the only thing that can make people feel a little ripple is the three lonely small graves on the slope of the east half of the village, there should be no one to pay their respects for a year or two, because those spirit flags have been inseparable from the surrounding soil, they stand there lonely, Just like Pu Fei, who is helpless now, he seems to be looking forward to something, but he can't say it. The weeds on the tomb bag, although it is late autumn, can not hide the "thriving" scenery here, and one or two wild chrysanthemums are dotted on it, adding a touch of warmth to this desolation, and it is precisely because of the persistence of these flowers and plants that these tomb bags can withstand the erosion of wind and rain and silently stick here.

The most striking are the three stone tombstones, the inscriptions on which are not afraid of the passage of time, and although the ink has faded, the deep marks are clearly visible like the wrinkles on the human face.

"Guo Fei", "Guo Deqiang", "Guo Yingcheng" Why don't the names have any impression at all, Pu Fei stood there stupidly, overlooking the entire mountain village, but his heart didn't seem to set off too many waves, only small ripples in the breeze, he didn't know if this was caused by the scenery in front of him, or the people around him were moved.

Pu Yingjue stared at the tombstone of "Guo Fei" thoughtfully, and the tombstone was impressively engraved: "Beloved son Guo Fei, 7 years old, died on September 19 of a certain year." Looking at Pu Fei, who was full of doubts, he wanted to speak and stopped, although he was suspicious, he still remembered it.

Pu You tugged Pu Fei's hand, as if he had discovered a new continent, and whispered: "Ah Fei, Ah Fei, come and see, is this you?" You're dead! He chuckled.

Pu Fei shook his head blankly, still standing there silently. Pu Ying said with a straight face: "You'er, don't talk nonsense, be serious, and respect your ancestors." And turned around and hugged Pu Fei's shoulders tightly, looking at the long-deserted and withered village at the foot of the mountain with the same affection, as if the tragic scene suddenly appeared in front of him.

A grave heralds the end of life, but also draws an end to the search, adding endless pain and despair to the painstaking pursuit, and the vague memory cannot hide the reality of the show. Pu Fei looked helplessly ahead, his eyes gradually blurred, his heartbeat slowed down, and his blood gradually became colder.