The night moon pine forest, the breeze swaying the pine branches, the bright moon sprinkled the entire pine forest, shining. A circular clearing, neatly arranged pine trees energetically guarding this clearing, even the moonlight can only penetrate a little.

It is about dusk, when the willow tops of the moon are on the top of the moon, the birds stop and the rats jump, and from time to time a squirrel jumps through the forest, and a bird grabs, rattling. In the distance, the sound of tigers and wolves howling was sad for the moon, and the sound of nightingales crying was heard from time to time on the mountainside, which made the whole mountain doubly sad and gloomy.

Giggles, hahahaha, the sound of children's laughter coming out of the clearing, the young don't know the sorrow, the lonely mountains and forests in the dead of night, there are people laughing here.

"Mother, this is the pheasant that Heng'er called today, and when his father fell asleep, the child secretly brought it over to eat with you. The innocent and childish face is even more innocent under the moon pass, holding a chicken leg in his left hand, taking a bite and saying a word, nagging and narrating his "achievements".

"By the way, the child also hunted a hare today, but unfortunately let the father eat half of it, but there is still half of it here, which the child secretly left for his mother, but the child hasn't eaten it yet. The little face looked at the tombstone aggrievedly, and took out a plate made of lotus leaves from the basket beside him, on which half a hare was full of incense, and reluctantly put it in front of the tombstone, still gnawing on the pheasant legs.

The father told the child that the mother's tombstone was only engraved with the words "mother's mother", which means that the mother feels that her most important identity is the child's mother, and it is also the only identity of the mother. The child was gnawing on the chicken legs, and the fat novel was caressing the four big characters on the tombstone, and his fat face was full of energy, and he was very happy that his mother was very fond of him.

"By the way, the child was supposed to hunt a wild wolf today, but the child was too weak to catch up with the wild wolf. Isn't the child useless, mother?" The child's face was lost, looking at the tombstone with guilt, the morning miss made him very shameless, and he could have let his mother eat wolf meat.

"But it's okay, when the child grows up, he will go and catch the wild wolf, the child has secretly followed it, knows where it lives, and in a few years the mother will be able to eat wolf meat, hehe. Saying this, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he grabbed the chicken leg and gnawed wildly, but he still didn't have a little hare meat before leaving, but his eyes didn't leave the slightest.

"Mother, the child won't go back tonight, will he sleep with you, okay? The child doesn't want to leave you, Daddy is probably asleep, and the child is sleeping here, okay?" The little hand stroked the smooth stone tablet, the chicken leg in his hand had been eaten cleanly, and he reluctantly looked at the hare meat in front of him, opened his mouth and yawned widely, and smashed his mouth sleepily, and fell asleep in front of the tombstone.

After a while, the sound of small breathing began to sound evenly, and then slowly snoring. Like the beautiful song of the oriole nightingale, it is extremely pleasant. One of them turned over in his sleep, lying on his back with his feet facing the sky, his tender little hands caressing his round belly, and his fat two calves were cross-legged, and his snoring became even thicker.

In the shadow of the moon, there stood a tall figure silently, and the slender and fitting linen clothes were draped on the body very freely. Looking at the sleeping little boy, he gently walked out of the shadows, took off the cloth clothes he was wearing, covered the little boy with great affection, gently stroked the child's bulging face with both hands, and gently lifted the loose hair on his forehead.

Whew, the child waved his hand in the dream, almost gave the man a slap, the man turned his head leisurely, smiled and avoided this "flying crosshand", smiled and looked at the sleeping child, his face was full of love and pity.

The moonlight slowly weakened, the moon was no longer in the sky, slowly sinking westward, the swaying pine branches once again completely blocked the light source of the clearing, the place became more and more deserted, the cold wave on the eve of dawn slowly invaded, and the nightingales chirping around also fell silent, obediently returned to their warm and comfortable home, and rested. Only the boy in front of the stone monument was still arrogant on all fours, and he was asleep.

The man looked at the sky, the breeze was blowing through the pine forest, the temperature was plummeting, and the sleeping child shrank and curled up to continue sleeping. The man didn't disturb his good dreams, and he didn't get up and pick him up and go back to the warm room. Instead, he took out a white bead from his cuff and spread it out in the palm of his hand, and his true qi worked, and a white light was injected into the bead from his arm.

The white beads slowly rotated, slowly flying away from the wide palm, the clear and soft golden light overflowed from the beads, and the hula suddenly covered the entire clearing, softly exuding a warm light, and the surrounding temperature was also warm for a while, and the grass on the grave was like spring coming, swaying with vitality and singing happily.

Giggles, the little boy in the dream laughed, danced with both feet, kicked off the clothes on his body, giggled and rolled over, and flipped, bang, his forehead accidentally touched the stone ground, frowning and rubbing it vigorously with a fat little soft, his face was very unpleasant.

The man laughed, his hands were really angry, the golden light was even worse, the white beads flew to the boy's body, and circled around his forehead, the soft golden light gently stroked his forehead, the bulging bag slowly flattened, the child's slightly painful expression eased, and continued to sleep soundly.

The man didn't stop, and continued to urge the true qi, and the golden light shuttled under the boy, slowly lifted him up, and rose to a foot above the ground, whew, all of a sudden, it was clothed into a white blanket, gently supporting the sleeping boy, no matter how he rolled, he could sleep soundly.

The man no longer bothered to care about the beads, walked lightly, walked to the stele, rolled up the fragrant hare meat, carefully wrapped it with lotus leaves, put it in his arms, looked at the messy chicken bones in front of the stele, and laughed:

"This child, I forgot to be beaten, and I still don't have a long memory, if my mother knew that you made such a mess in front of her, her ass would be beaten again. Saying that, he carefully picked up the chicken bones that were scattered everywhere in front of the monument, one by one, and carefully picked them up.

"It's hard for you to hurt him so much, he really didn't even touch a little hare meat, it's all left to you, hehe, good boy. He looked up in satisfaction and saw that the grave had been cleaned up.

The dawn of dawn gently knocked on the curtain of the night, and a trace of light bloomed. Gradually, the rising sun set off, and the warm and bright sun began to shine on the earth, and the warmth reappeared in the world.

Ha, the child yawned, playfully opened his eyes, and looked at the empty and tidy surroundings, and the hare's purse that had been opened before had been tightly wrapped.

"It's still good for my mother, and every time I finish eating, I will tidy it up, unlike my father, who is too lazy to do, hehe. Mother, it's time for the child to go, I have to wake up the lazy insect daddy, I must hunt a big tiger today, let's eat tiger meat at night, let him gnaw chicken bones, haha. ”

After speaking, he stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks (there was no one at all), walked into the pine forest without looking back, and hummed happily.

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