The darkness before dawn, the deepest.

The little white fox, who is always lazy and effortless, didn't even sleep this time, and kept watch all night in front of the old man's collapse with a pair of big eyes.

The beast's unique night vision ability allowed it to clearly see his old face in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

Although he is no longer as stunning and handsome as he was when he was a teenager, in his heart, whether he is old or young, handsome or ugly, he is the best and most chic fairy boy in his heart!

The little white fox stared at it so stupidly, as if he wanted to deeply imprint this face into his soul.

It wasn't until the morning sun poured in through the window that the old man's eyeballs, which were covered under his eyelids, moved, that he reluctantly looked away and lay down beside him.

The wrinkled eyes slowly opened, looking at the roof of the thatched hut, and for a moment I was a little stunned.

Didn't they all feel like the limit had reached last night, and the soul was about to leave the body?

How to ...... now?

The old man stretched out his hand to pinch himself, trying to see if it was in a dream, but he didn't expect to touch a little hairy head curled up in his arms and sleeping.

It's real, it's warm, and it's not dead!

"Nope! Don't get out of bed...... Still sleepy, well, sleepy. ”

As usual, the little fox, who had been disturbed from his dreams, grunted in dissatisfaction and slapped his hand away with his tail.

There was no mention of last night's events, as if nothing had happened.

Its fear, its cries, its tears, as if they never existed.

Could it be that that terrible scene is a dream?

The old man touched his forehead with some suspicion, and everything was normal.

But the feeling of near-death suffocation was too real.

It's true...... Is it a dream?

He got up and looked at it, there was not a trace of moisture on the snacks that had been snatched back, and the sun was shining outside the window, and the ground was dry, and there was no trace of heavy rain at all.

Perhaps, is it really that I am thinking about it day and night?

The old man shook his head with a smile, and after getting up to make breakfast, he reached out and gently patted the little fox's buttocks, "Ah, when will my little fox become a little pig, get up quickly, it's time to fish." ”

Hearing this affectionate salutation, the little white fox who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep felt as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

Call once, one less.

After that, I won't hear it anymore.

It cherished it greedily, but on the surface, it had to pretend to be reluctant, muttered and got up, sat down on the table, and hummed and swallowed.

This attentive eating appearance made the old man very useful, and he drank the porridge in front of him happily.

When he got older, his teeth were not good, and he couldn't eat large pieces of meat, so he made two different breakfasts every day, which was called a vegetarian and healthy.

He drank slowly, not noticing the unnatural expression on the little white fox's drooping face.

This old man is really old and dizzy, and he actually used a pot of ginger as meat for himself to eat for breakfast.

It complained silently in its heart, but it still bit a piece of old ginger, crunched crisp and cheerfully, and ate the whole pot cleanly.

One person and one fox, accompanied by the rising sun, a good picture of the quiet years.

But why, the tears can't stop falling?

The little white fox felt that it must be because of ......

Ginger is too spicy.