He nodded obediently, held hands with Shuyu, stood outside his yard, and sent his father away.

He thought it was just a temporary separation, but day after day.

Three days later, Dad still didn't come back.

The eldest father and they were all in a hurry, and the eldest brother followed the other fathers to find someone, and in the end his father was carried back.

Dead, human life is very fragile, life and death are only a matter of moments.

On his father's way back from the town, shortly after entering the mountain, he met a boar that had been pierced through the stomach by the boar.

The third Shujun also learned to hunt from that time, in the first few years, the third hunted the most was the boar, and he, when his father was buried, did not have a tear on his face.

Some people in the village say that the second child of the Liang family is the life of the whole family, this is a cold-blooded little monster, no heart, no lungs and no tears, his father was pierced by a boar for him and lost his life, a good big living person died like this, he harmed him, but he was not sad at all.

He didn't cry, not because he wasn't sad, but because he always felt that everything was like an illusion. As long as he sleeps and wakes up, his father, who is always protecting him and facing him, is back again.

After Daddy's burial, for a long time, he woke up every morning, and the first thing he called was Daddy.

The eldest brother and several younger brothers looked very sad, and the other fathers always looked at him with pity.

But then, emotionally, he was sluggish.

He always felt that his father was not dead, not dead.

Until one morning, he was infected with a cold and coughed for a long time, his mother looked at him coldly, and the big dad hurriedly covered his mouth and took him away, and then comforted him: "Don't be afraid, my mother, she is in a bad mood, it's okay, there is a big daddy." ”

However, what he wants is his own father, his own father.

That night, the whole family slept, but he couldn't sleep, so he quietly got up and went to the mountains.

It was dark, and the moon was blocked by dark clouds.

He couldn't see the road clearly, and he fell twice.

By the time he came to his father's grave, he was dirty.

He sat in front of his father's grave for a long time, then looked at his dirty hands, then at his dirty shoes, and at his trousers.

What he remembered was how his father used to clean him up.

He was a sick child, and he had seen other sick children and adults in the village, and he was the cleanest!

Daddy used to always hold him and said with a smile: "Our jade, born with beautiful jade, naturally has to be clean, can't be dirty, and want to be a little golden boy, just like the little boy under the seat of Guanyin." ”

Maybe he was born with a love of cleanliness, but before that his cleanliness was not so heavy, but after that night, he probably understood.

Dead, just dead, never to come back.

He began to love cleanliness, almost to the point of nitpicking, and whenever he took care of himself, he always thought of his father, of the days when he was by his side.

So the cleanliness habit is getting heavier and heavier, it seems that as long as he does something that his father has done, his heart will not hurt so much, and he will not be so lonely, even if his mother looks at him coldly, even if someone in the village curses him to live today and there is no tomorrow, he is not afraid.

Because as long as you see yourself clean and neat, it is as if the person who has been the best to him has always been by his side and accompanied him.

Just because I don't cry doesn't mean I don't hurt.

It's not that I don't have feelings, it's just that my feelings, no one, can be seen.

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