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The rain has finally passed, the sun has re-illuminated the earth, and just experienced the washing of the rain, and the Niutoupo mountain has revealed a group of willows and flowers again. In the spring season, it is a good time for the growth of plants and trees, drink enough rain, absorb enough light, take advantage of the temperature to warm up day by day, they desperately compete for growth, it is those seemingly inconspicuous grass trees, only use a day or two before and after the Qingming Festival, the whole hill has changed its appearance. Under the bright sun, the tips of the grass are painted with color, the petals flow out of the fragrance, the branches of the trees also spit out new ideas, and those snakes, rats, insects, ants and birds and beasts that live among the trees and flowers are ushered in the most lively time of the year.

It was in such a time of life that a twenty-three-year-old young man lost his vitality. On the night of his mother's death, Liu Zixuan grew old overnight, and in just one night, this seven-foot man lost the vitality and ability that a twenty-three-year-old person should have. Three years ago, half of his sky had collapsed, but now, the remaining half has completely collapsed. In just three years, Liu Zixuan has lost two close relatives, and the weeds on his father's grave have not yet grown, and now he has to bury his biological mother. didn't have time to repay the kindness of nurturing, and the two old people passed away one after another in the shuttle years, and now Liu Zixuan is left alone, facing a barren mountain and wilderness alone.

Early in the morning, before the fog in the forest cleared, Liu Zixuan went to his father's grave and burned the paper, cried a little, kowtowed a few times, and picked up a shovel to open the grave bag on the barren mountain little by little. Three years ago, Zi Xuanniang invited a few middle-aged laborers from a nearby village to add this lonely grave to Zi Xuan's father, but today, three years later, Liu Zixuan is going to open it with his own hands.

It wasn't until the sun turned west that Liu Zixuan dug up a porcelain urn deep in the tomb, which was the ashes of his deceased father who had been buried by his own hands three years ago. After checking the seal of the porcelain urn, setting aside another urn containing his mother's ashes, sealing the mouth of the urn with a thick layer of wax, and covering the two urns with a red cloth, the earth was re-buried......

After exhausting all the strength accumulated for more than 20 years, Liu Zixuan added a new grave. There were blisters in his palms, and he didn't know that it hurt, and he didn't have any food in his stomach, and he couldn't feel hungry. Compared to the wound in his heart, the hunger and pain in his body were nothing. Collapsed on the ground next to the grave, Liu Zixuan's eyes were dead. It was not until this moment that Liu Zixuan really realized that after the days passed to this day, there was nothing left, and the only thing left was two or two lives. Poor this life, living in an empty world, what is the difference between it and a lonely ghost? The only difference is that it is only a breath more than a ghost. can only accept his fate, now there is no old man to rely on, no children to raise, what is the point of a person like him keeping two or two lives? Even if he lies in this barren mountain and swallows this breath, I am afraid that no one will find his body for a year and a half...... Frustrated, Liu Zixuan thought of death, how could he not think of it? However, if his parents died, at least a grave had been built for them, and if he himself died like this, who would come and burn him with paper?

Two days have passed, Liu Zixuan is no different from a walking corpse, he can't stay in an empty home, and he doesn't know where to go, he went back and forth between Rabbit Hill and the grave room several times, went and went back, came back and went, and after crying a few times, he didn't even have the strength to cry, and the soles of his feet were no longer heels when he walked, and he swayed left and right as if he was stepping on the clouds.

The sun went down again, the birds returned to their nests, and the world fell silent as if nothing had happened. It was getting dark, there was no moon overhead, no wind around, and the rabbit hill was quiet, only the grass insects were still squeaking. Liu Zixuan was lying on the bed, his eyes closed but he couldn't sleep. When I opened my eyes, it was the same as when I closed them, and it was also dark. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't touch anything, my light and fluttering body seemed to be floating in hell, and I couldn't even grasp a straw by my side...... Twenty-three years, Liu Zixuan has never felt that the night is so quiet, and in the past twenty-three years, he has never felt that the night is so dark and so long. It's a long, dark night, why can't you let people sleep for a moment?

I lit an oil lamp, sat and waited. But what's there to wait for? Isn't tomorrow the same as yesterday? There's really nothing to wait for, there's really nothing to look forward to, even if you wait until the sun comes out, it's just a brighter hell.

There were a few rooster crows from afar, there was a faint white light in the window, the sky was about to dawn, and there was a sound outside the door, Liu Zixuan got out of bed in a daze, and opened the door like sleepwalking, only to see two pheasants looking for food in the yard.

They were still there, for a few days, completely forgetting that there were two living creatures in the yard. Carrying the two feet without heels, Liu Zixuan grabbed a handful of corn from the wing room and scattered it in the middle of the yard, and the two pheasants pecked with their heads down. Watching the pheasant eat, Liu Zixuan remembered that he had not touched his teeth for two or three days, and there was still a fire in his mouth for a while, and he rushed up a layer of soaking, swallowing a mouthful of saliva into his stomach, and his teeth were also painful. Entering the stove, pouring a scoop of cold water down, and then returning to the courtyard, the pheasant had eaten up the corn, and stood and watched for a long time, Liu Zixuan ruthlessly opened the courtyard door and drove the pheasant out.

"Let's go, go where you need to go......" He didn't speak for a few days, his voice was hoarse, and Liu Zixuan himself felt strange.

The pheasants have escaped, and the only two living creatures have been driven away, and now there is really nothing left, and the chickens do not have to be fed, what else is there to do? What have you been doing at this time of year? At this time of the year, it is long overdue to clean up the garden and grow vegetables, but this year...... Forget it, it's not much fun to do anything now.

After a while, the two pheasants who shrunk their heads returned to the courtyard, and when they saw them again, Liu Zixuan remembered that there was still a big thing to do in front of him. Up to now, completing the old man's deathbed things has become Liu Zixuan's only motivation to live in this world.

After washing his face and swallowing a few mouthfuls of food, Liu Zixuan left the rabbit gang. There was nothing else to do in front of him, so he temporarily decided to go to Yanggongjing, six or seven miles away, to find a stonemason surnamed Gu.

(To be continued)

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