I jumped on the eaves, took a final look at my room, and then turned away.

The moment I turned around, I heard it in a trance, and I heard Pingsheng ask me softly, "Susu, what story are we talking about?" Ling'er interjected on the side and said, "Just tell Su Su the story that the pigs that eat too much will be sold!" Vegetarian eats so much every day! Xiaobao chuckled and said, "Be careful, Su Su hates you!" Bai Zheng said: "Ling'er will be beaten by Su Su sooner or later." ”

After all, the happy time has passed. With the passing of his life, these things that were once within reach have become unattainable again. Ling'er, Xiaobao, Bai Zheng, more than half a year has passed, and I don't know if they are okay, and I don't know if they still miss their lives in their hearts.

I went back to the forest.

The forest seems to be a little thicker, but in general it is still the same as before, but when I return to the forest again, it seems that my heart has changed a lot, and it seems to be completely different from when I was first captured. At that time, I was taken away by hunters and I felt that I had lost my home, but now that I have lost my life, I really feel that I was only going to my home at that time, and now I have lost my world, my everything.

I didn't go to the forest to look for the little finch immediately, I have been gone for more than half a year in my life, many people say that when a person dies, he is dead, and the living have to live for himself, but I have never walked out of the fact that I have passed away in my life.

I'm used to seeing the scenery when I was there, and when I'm gone, my world has changed.

I don't know when the little finch found me, but when I came to my senses, the little finch was already by my side.

When the little finch saw me coming back, she probably guessed the fact that she had already left. Little Finch patted me on the back and said softly, "Little fox, don't be so sad, I've been sick for so long, death isn't necessarily a bad thing for him." ”

I looked at the little finch, and the little finch hugged me and said, "The little fox doesn't cry, the little fox doesn't cry." ”

It wasn't until the little finch stayed by my side that I didn't cry, and everything I had experienced during this time came to my heart and I began to cry. I cried about the encounter with my life, I cried about the encounter with my life, and I cried about my life and everything I had experienced. I probably won't find anyone who will gently stroke my back and tell me all kinds of stories about the human world.

The little finch was always by my side, waiting for me to finish crying, and then patted me on the back and sighed, "Since that life likes you so much, I must not want to look at you like this." ”

How many days have passed, and my life has always been a pain in my heart. I remember his goodness, but more often than not, I don't dare to recall his goodness, every time I recall it, the sadness that swells up from my heart defeats me, and my remaining strength is completely injured.

Late autumn finally passed slowly, and the days in the forest were still good, and the little finches were always with me, and they never made me feel lonely.

In winter, it's snowy again. I happened to see a wild plum tree in the mountain forest. The plum blossoms pressed under the snow, and the red looked very dazzling. It's like what I saw on the day I died.

I found a cave near where I could see plum blossoms, and every day I woke up to see the plum blossoms dotted with red and red in the snow, and my heart was always full of sadness. In my life, I can only miss you in this way.

Day by day, I don't want to become a demon and have eternal life, and I don't cultivate. Time passed little by little, and I was alone from beginning to end.

It's not that I never thought that one day I would get married, and I would also give birth to a little fox, but I always have the shadow of my life in my heart.

I don't know what kind of feelings I have for my life, whether it is the relationship between an animal and its owner, or the affection of family, or the love that I don't understand. I don't know anything, and I don't want to accept people.

There may be a lot of people who can tell me stories, but at least I hope that I will only listen to the stories told by one person, and I hope that the stories will only be told to me in the life of my life.

I've been back to the old courtyard, and it's someone else's. The owner of that house is now a woman who smiles as gently as the sun, and I used to look at my life's house from the eaves of my house from afar.

There are no traces of the house that I once lived in, and there are light pink beaded curtains hanging in it, and many goose-yellow curtains are telling me: This is someone else's now, and all the things I have done here in my life, and the bits and pieces I have experienced are no longer traces.

When I left, I didn't have the sadness of leaving at the beginning, and I was much calmer than I expected. I thought I would be sad, I would cry, I would remember the story of my life, but these things, is it a dream of Nanke after all?

Later, the little finch was about to get married.

I was not surprised to hear the news, the life span of the sparrow is not long, the little sparrow is only about ten years of life, and now her life has passed for a long time, and it is time to get married and give birth to the little sparrow.

When the little sparrow got married, I carried her to the house of another little sparrow. I warned the sparrow, "Don't bully the little bird, or I'll eat you." The little finch laughed so hard that her chirping was so crisp.

After that, I started my own life.

I don't seem to have anything bad about myself, and I like to walk around once in a while. But every season, I bring a lot of flowers to see my life. Spring in spring, lotus flowers in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn, plum blossoms in winter.

Occasionally, I would sit in front of the grave of my life, thinking about nothing, doing nothing, just quietly looking at the three big characters "Bai Pingsheng" on the tombstone in a daze. I also like to talk about my recent stories, what I have experienced recently, what happy things I have experienced recently, and what interesting things I have done.

In fact, even if I am alive, I should not understand it, but I like to tell him, and I like to talk to him. When he was alive, he liked to tell me stories the most, and when I couldn't answer him, he kept talking to me, and now he can't answer everything I said, so I have to talk to him, just like he told me back then.

Later, the little finch died.

The little finch died of old age, and the life of the sparrow was only about ten years, and the little finch actually lived a long time among the sparrows, at least eight years.

Before Xiao Qi'er died, her children had already given birth, her husband had also left, and I was the only one who was with Xiao Qi'er.

The little finch was too old to fly, so she stayed on my back and whispered weakly, "Little fox, you see, the most important thing in my life is you." ”

I don't want to listen to the weak voice of the little finch, I want to hear the little finch's beautiful and crisp chirping when we first met, when I rescued him from another fox. But so much time had passed, and I could no longer hear the gentle chirping of the little finches.

The little finch probably knew what was going on in my heart, and I listened to its feeble "babbling" a few times, and then sang a gentle and touching song from its mouth like when we first met. It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard, and it's always singing for me from chapter 8 to the end of our acquaintance.

Singing and singing, the little finch finally vomited a mouthful of blood, which was sprinkled on the ground. I heard her laugh and say, "Little fox, is my singing as beautiful as it was many years ago?" I said, "yes, you're singing the best song I've ever heard." The little finch smiled and slowly closed her eyes.