It's spring, the small trees and flowers in the yard are taken care of by Bai Zheng very well, Bai Zheng likes to fiddle with flowers and plants the most, but this year in spring, there are no flowers.

Is it because the plants also feel that the tea is cool?

The tallest tree also seemed to be a little wilted, with only a few small shoots on its branches, and most of its branches were still bare, with nothing at all.

In the spring season, no one came to see this small courtyard, which seemed to have been forgotten, and even birds and animals rarely passed by and appeared.

Spring has arrived, but the time in the small courtyard seems to have stayed in winter, and since you died, the time here seems to have never turned again.

The hibernation is over, and many animals have woken up, and many animals have passed back and forth here, and some have stayed. Some stayed for many days, and some left on the same day.

Fortunately, I was always the only one in my bed.

Slowly, summer is coming.

The old tree also has a lot of leaves on it, but it is still much more depressed than when Bai Zheng took care of it. Some of them screamed "know" and "know", and occasionally they would be a little irritable when they listened.

"Know" and "know", along with the hot weather, it makes people restless.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and I like to lie on my back on the bed of my life, touching my stomach with my paws all the time, which is hot and quite comfortable. I only occasionally think about it, my life is gone, but I feel a little lonely.

The days go by like this, and the days of my life continue to live, just like when I never met my life at the beginning, I was fighting for food and drink every day. For example: catch a bird, look for a rabbit. It's just back to the beginning, but it feels like I've lost a lot.

It was the autumn of another year, and my father found someone to come and see the small courtyard.

The arrival of his father caused so many birds and finches to fly away, and many little crickets and rats ran away, all afraid that his father would not be able to leave when he came.

Pingsheng's father took the man's house around for a long time, and it wasn't until he saw the family away that Pingsheng's father saw me in Pingsheng's room. He looked at me with a sudden pause in his eyes, I looked at him and asked me in a complicated way, the Adam's apple rolled, and asked softly, "You are the fox that the child raised before his death, right?" The fox at the funeral is you, too. ”

I walked over, and he crouched down and took a closer look at my tail, and said to himself, "Yes, it's you." I heard Ling'er mention that you should have been injured to help you find American ginseng in your life. ”

I went over and rubbed him, and he sat down next to me in a very fancy dress, looking expensive.

I also sat down on the ground, there was a lot of dust on the floor, no one had cleaned it for more than half a year, and there were a lot of cobwebs in the house. In addition to the things that were moved and smashed, in fact, there are still many things in the house that have not changed at all from their previous positions.

My father touched my back, his hands were rough and calloused, making me a little uncomfortable. He looked through the room, his eyes filled with complexity and deep sadness. He said, "I don't want to sell this little courtyard, this is the place of my life." But I can't help it, I also want to believe that he is not dead, but he is dead, and when he dies, he has to think about the living. ”

I didn't quite understand the meaning of the words, but I could understand the sadness in his words. Actually, he should also love his life very much. After all, Pingsheng is also his biological son.

I watched his deep, sad gaze sweep across the room, and suddenly stood up again, ignoring the dust of the room, and stroked the furniture in the room.

I walked with him, and he stopped at the door frame, stroked some thin knife marks on the frame, and said, "This little courtyard only came here in the summer to escape the heat, you see, when I first came to Pingsheng, it was only knees high, and I didn't think that Pingsheng would die here at that time." ”

He walked step by step, watching and stroking, and there were many things in his eyes that I couldn't read.

I watched him walk to his bookcase, many books were thrown on the floor, and I watched as he picked up one and gently dusted it off. I looked at him stunned, and I listened to him sigh and say, "Pingsheng, it turns out that you still have it." ”

I listened to him babble about the book he had given to him. It's a book with some small pictures, probably given by him when he was very young. And all the pictures in this book are also painted by him one by one, at that time, his biological mother was still there, and he had not suffered from tuberculosis in his life.

In a trance, I seemed to see, and I saw the smile of my life when I grew up under the protection of my father.

He picked up all the books and put them on the table, even if the dust stained his gorgeous clothes, he didn't seem to care, just looked fixedly. The last time of his life, he missed. He was probably repentant.

He walked to the side of Pingsheng's bed, looked at the emptiness on it, gently put his hand into the gap between the bed and the wall, took out a thick book, he smiled and said, "I know the child best in Pingsheng, since he was a child, he will only hide his private things here." ”

I watched him open the thick book with a smile, I didn't know what it was, I just watched him look at it, page by page, watching the tears in his eyes roll in his eyes, watching his fingers holding the book tremble, and watching his last tears, "pop" and "snap" falling on the book.

He cried and laughed and said, "Life, my son." "Holding the book in his arms is like some kind of treasure, as if to inlay the book in his body.

He's finally crying, I think. At the funeral of his life, I still remember that he was a lost soul, and he was a person who never cried even when he was buried, and finally shed tears.

He sat on the bed of his life, just like that, without saying anything and as if he was thinking nothing. Just looking at his empty eyes, I think I would be distressed if I was alive in my life.

By night, he's leaving. He touched my head and whispered, "Fox, tomorrow this small courtyard will be someone else's, and he will eventually pass away in his life." ”

I stayed in bed until midnight, as if many things had happened yesterday, and I couldn't let go.

I was dazed, as if I heard Pingsheng whispering to me, "Susu, can I tell you a story?" What story do you think we're going to tell this time? ”

I want to live my life, I want to. By the time I woke up, it was still early in the morning. What I heard yesterday seemed to be real, and it was like a dream. It's just that whether it's true or not, when I wake up, the cold wooden bed and the quiet courtyard remind me all the time that the people I cherish are still gone.