Sometimes people should stop and be quiet...

Xiao Bing has been quiet like this for two years...

In the cold ice, he seemed to return to his mother's arms, quiet and peaceful.

He remembered that he had vowed to take his grandfather home,

also promised to take care of Xiao Ying,

But he didn't think about what kind of life he wanted when everything was done...

Life is not a goal, nor can it be a goal.

Xiao Bing was silent in the ice...

What do you like?

What do you think is good?

You find that the wind blows to make you happy,

You think shouting will cheer you up...

And then you think it's good to be alive...

So you found the life you loved...

Life is about doing things that make you feel happy in difficult circumstances...

You have to be able to make yourself happy...

That's the key...

Xiao Bing spoke to himself sentence by sentence in his heart.

To live, you have to make yourself happy...

Life is not for the fate of bullshit, life is just a journey, since it is rare to go through the world, is it a bit embarrassing to live a painful life...

......

In the spring of this year, Xiao Bing surfaced, and the ice around him slowly melted, revealing a face that had not changed at all...

Xiao Bing looked at the sky calmly, faintly feeling the gentleness of the wind blowing on his face.

He hadn't eaten in two years, and he was hungry as if he was still wandering.

He walked on the grass, found among the weeds, there were some wild vegetables that could be eaten, this was the only real thing in the silent world, he simply looked for some, and ate slowly, these things had no taste, and they were only dry in the mouth...

Another day passed, standing in the wind and watching the sky darken little by little, Xiao Bing was very calm.

Digging the soil, building a hut for himself, laying the dried thatch on the roof layer by layer, he tried to grow some wild vegetables, in the silent world, he met a small tree, in this world of only grass, Xiao Bing suddenly had to be lonely...

The world is quiet...

The world is also serious ...

Xiao Bing smashed the thatch, squeezed out the water, and dried it into cubic pieces of firewood...

At night, I lit the firewood I made, leaned on my hut, blew the wind quietly, and silently told stories to myself and the little trees in my heart...

Xiao Ying likes to listen to stories...

So when he was wandering, Xiao Bing always made up stories for him...

Now Xiao Ying is not around...

Xiao Bing made up stories for himself and told stories to Xiaoshu... , he suddenly had the illusion that every time he told a story, he felt as if he had experienced a lifetime.

Over time, his stories have become more and more delicate, simpler, and more flavorful...

He also changed unconsciously...

There was an elegant temperament on his body...

The temperament is not so strong anymore...

He's waiting for the end of the decade...

He's waiting for his fate...

......

How long is a decade?

While you wait in peace, it's just a blink of an eye...

That day, Xiao Bing's cottage came to the guest...

Xiao Bing, dressed in his own clothes woven from grass, stood at the door of the hut, looking at the guests...

He was in a trance, after all, he hadn't seen anyone for ten years...

The guests also looked at Xiao Bing without much expression...

Ten years have made Xiao Bing grow a lot taller, because of poor food, his face is a little pale, obviously malnourished, his body is emaciated, and he is thin and lonely no matter how he looks at it.

Because Xiao Bing used to freeze himself for two years, Xiao Bing's appearance was smaller than his actual appearance.

Xiao Bing is used to being quiet, and because he has been quiet for too long, he can't speak anymore, he doesn't have many expressions, a little cold, and after a while, he turned sideways and made a gesture of please, the guest was stunned for a moment, seemed to be a little surprised, hesitated for a moment and entered the house, the room was a bed made of stone and dirt that Xiao Bing searched around, a table and a lonely stool...

Xiao Bing pointed to the only stool, meaning, sit down!

He then picked up a clay pot and the only clay cup on the table and poured water for the guests.

Those were all Xiao Bing's own attempts to burn...

Then Xiao Bing left the house, and in the corner of the low fence outside the house, he fetched a bucket of water and watered the small tree he had finally found.

Xiao Bing was very busy at the moment, busy alone, and somewhat neglected the guests. At this moment, Xiao Bing slowly climbed onto the roof and cleaned up the rhizomes of the plants that were drying, which was his food... He used a straw bag to contain some of the food.

The straw bag is very beautiful, it looks very strong and durable, it is a gift that Xiao Bing specially prepared for today, and he sent it to himself.

Then Xiao Bing didn't enter the house again, he waited in the courtyard, standing there and the wind blowing his thin body, his hair that had not been cut for many years was already very long, and his hair was swaying with the wind at the moment.

Song Zhang just casually drank the water Xiao Bing gave him at the moment, he looked at Xiao Bing's indifferent, as if emotionless eyes, and was silent for a while.

Song Zhang suddenly spoke, "Do you know, you are the second person in thousands of years to build a hut for yourself..."

Xiao Bing was stunned for a moment, he hadn't heard a voice for ten years, he was a little unaccustomed...

Song Zhang waited for Xiao Bing to speak, and when the people who were locked up here found that they could speak, they would speak uncontrollably, either scolding the heavens and the earth, or crying happily...

It stands to reason that they should have gone crazy a long time ago, but unfortunately there is a very powerful magic circle that can calm people's souls, so no one can go crazy here, so people are stuck in a state of madness, while reviewing their mistakes...

Xiao Bing still didn't say anything in the end, to be exact, he was just waiting to leave and face a fight that had been prepared for ten years.

In the past ten years, Xiao Bing has sighed more than once in his heart that his grandfather's home is not his own after all.