The wind in the Mobei grassland is always cold, and the raging winter wind seems to be slashing the young man's cheek with a sharp knife. The originally dry little face seemed to be even more haggard because of the wind.

It is clearly the sun shining, but people are cold to death. This yang is probably the cold yang.

The boy stopped walking, looked at the sun, and couldn't help but raise his hand to cover it because of the dazzling eyes. The wind blew again, pouring into the collar of the young man's coat, he shrunk into his already thin clothes, blew on his hands again, and rubbed his reddened hands, "It's so cold... Call... Hah..."

He stood on the grassy wasteland, as if he were one with it.

"I'm coming, you're going to wait for me, Division"

As he continued to walk forward, several black birds began to hover above the boy's head, and they were very close to the boy, and some of them even flew next to the boy's cheek. They stared at the boy fiercely, as if they were going to tear the short boy into his belly in the next second, and the rancid smell of these birds was unpleasant, and the boy shivered.

The boy knew that it was called a vulture, and that it fed on dead bodies, and his father had told him that wherever he saw the bird, he had to stop and go back. His footsteps were a little hesitant, and not far away there was the sound of vultures.

"No! Can't hold back! Tsukasa is still waiting for me! Don't be afraid! It's okay! It's okay! ”

The boy muttered to himself as he walked forward, his hands driving away the vulture's harassment.

"Division... Brother is here, don't be afraid..."

The boy walked faster and faster, until a salty smell rushed to his mouth and nose. The boy realized that all the vultures above his head had flown away.

The boy stood on the dead grass dyed red by the school, and the north wind raged even more.

In front of him, there were several corpses of teenagers about his age. They... The limbs are separated from the torso. The vultures hovering over his head flew to the carcass and competed with their fellow humans for the food.

The young man was a little stunned and shouted a few names at the corpse, "Mo Xiao, Yan Qiu... Get up... It's cold here... No... Don't sleep here... We... We're going back together..."

In response to him, there was only the howling of the north wind and the "clattering" of vultures.

The boy suddenly ran to the vultures, and as if he was crazy, he hit and kicked and yelled at the vultures, "You bad birds! Go away! Get out! Don't touch them! They're resting! At rest! ”

The vultures screamed even harder! Mixed with the boy's roar and swept by the howling of the wind, it turned a few turns in the moor, and then dissipated somewhere.

I don't know how long later, the boy's face and hands were all bloodstained, and the vultures were full of rotting corpses and fluttering their wings. A few skinny vultures flew away, still surrounding the boy, waiting for the boy to leave the delicious remnants of the corpse, or waiting for the moment when the boy was exhausted and collapsed.

"Mo Xiao! Yan Qiu! The boy sat on the ground and whispered at the corpses. The boy felt as if his eyes were itching, and his mouth was covered with blood and sweat. "Division... Division... Don't be fine! Wait! Wait for me! ”

The boy struggled to get up, and regardless of how cold and painful his body was, he ran forward and yelled like crazy, "Si! Manage! Where are you! Manage! Come out of here! Let's not play hide and seek, okay? If I lose, come out! ”

The boy yelled into the air, and finally couldn't help crying, "If you don't come out... You're going to die... I'm going to worry about you... I'm going to die of distress... I'm going to die cold... It's going to hurt to death..."

After a long time, the wind finally brought a hint of response in the wasteland somewhere, "... Three-three... I'm here..."The voice paused, and then said, "Sansan... You're going to run here... Running forward a little bit... to see me~"

The young man wiped his face with his sleeve and looked left and right, but what caught his eyes was a "division!" from the withered grass. Manage! Where are you? I can not see you... It's all grass... It's all grass! The sun is too small and too small here... I can't see you."

The voice was no longer there, and the boy began to panic again, "Division!" ”

"Three-three! Don't be afraid to look ahead, I'm here. ”

The young man followed the sound, and sure enough, he saw a small black dot in front of him, running towards him from one side of the wasteland, and the sun seemed to be bigger, still without warmth!! The boy ran towards the black dot.

"Division !!"

"Three-three..."

The north wind is still raging. The young man hugged the black dot and sobbed, "Si... They... They"

Si Hui hugged the boy and let the boy cry on top of him.

As if he had found an outlet, the young man lay on his stomach and cried unreservedly.

Long... The boy realized that Si's face was extremely pale.

At a slight distance from Si, he found that a large hole was cut on Si's waist, and blood flowed out.

"Division... You..."Looking behind Tsukasa Muki... There was a pile of indentated grass and blood, and there seemed to be a lot of vultures standing next to it.

"Division... Why are you so stupid! You stand there and don't move, waiting for me, waiting for me to come to you! Hurt... Does it hurt? The boy looked at Si's wound, picked Si up, and sat on the ground, a little incoherent.

"Because my three are calling me! I can't make him cry! He loves to cry his nose, he is eight years old, he is a big child, and he still cries his nose! Shame! Si raised his hand and wiped the boy's face. The wind blew again in bursts and bursts. Si's dry lips cracked, revealing a little star red, Si's face was even paler, the young man wanted to wipe away the blood, but forgot the blood on his hands, instead smeared a layer of blood on Si's face, and the wind blew the young man's left arm, revealing a crimson centripetal lotus.

The young man hugged him tightly and wanted to block the wind for him, "You... You... Take a break... Don't talk! You must... It's going to be fine! ”

"Don't, Sansan knows? I almost fell asleep just now, but I heard Sansan looking for me, I got up again, I thought Sansan must not be able to find me, that's not good, then Sansan will definitely cry again, but! I don't want Sansan to cry! So, I must not be able to sleep! ”

"Division, wherever you are, I'll find you!"

"Si, I'm not going to cry! Don't worry! Manage... I want you to live..."

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Bai Yousi looked at the elegance in front of him, stayed down, and walked over. raised Fengya's left arm, revealing a red lotus, and looked at Fengya with extremely complicated eyes.

"You... Is it my three-three? ”

Looking at the sight, Feng Ya's long hair was hanging on the ground. Bai Yousi was stunned, took a wooden basin from the shelf on the side, poured water out of the elegant bathtub, put all the elegant long hair in it, and washed it gently.

After that, he picked up Fengya by the waist and put it on the bed, covering the quilt.

"Three-three... See you again. ”