"Hey. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoYou're going to stay for the rest of your life?!"

Benedict looked at Han Qi with a smile and shouted.

When Han Qi bent over the kennel, he was still turning his back to him.

Birthday is also the day of death.

March 9.

Han Qi, who has always seemed to indifferently accept the death of the little short, recalled that the day he died was the birthday of the little short.

Like the last straw on a camel, he couldn't breathe.

At least, he didn't want to bury his little short body that day.

He felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Holding the little short body, I sat in front of Natalie's grave all night.

In fact, it is understandable.

If there was no rush to bury the little short body at that time.

In the days that followed, Han Qi could drag it out.

Whenever I want to make up my mind to let her be buried in peace, I always go back and forth.

Actually, the pit has already been dug.

Han Qi didn't go to the cremation.

He was afraid that he did not have the strength to collect the ashes.

Once Natalie passed away, at least a little short body was still alive, and he had to live to take care of her healthy growth. There is also a glimmer of hope and sustenance.

At this time, Xiao Short's body was dead, and he didn't know what else he could do to sustenance and comfort.

He was afraid of him and couldn't do it.

dragged and dragged it, and the little short body stinked.

Han Qi sniffed it like a pervert every time, and then told the little short body that had long been out of breath.

"Stink!stink!!"

The little short body no longer responded to him, and he was even more gloomy.

It's another day when you sit.

――

Stop.

Gradually.

Han Qi and Xiao Short-bodied got along well with that litter of wild dogs.

Now a few puppies Han Qi helps to find food to take care of.

The big dog was actually a female dog.

He no longer grinned at Han Qi.

Even dragging Han Qi into the cave at night with a small short body was allowed.

Han Qi seemed to be even more oblivious to bury the little short body.

Even every day with a few dogs and a little short body that has lost its breath, it lives a weirdly quiet life here.

Today, when Han Qi wanted to make a kennel for them, the fence at the entrance of the cave was ready.

Benedict, who had been waiting for a long time, groped through the guidance of the previous coachman and found Han Qi.

This is the one who complains.

"You just don't want to go back, do you?

Benedict walked around and also saw Natalie's grave and the pit next to it.

Roughly understood something, and went around to the entrance of the cave again to look at Han Qi who had his back to him: "I have a hard time looking for you, really." Is there anything like you?"

Han Qi knocked and knocked, turned around and rubbed his face, and smiled and apologized: "Yes, I forgot to inform you to go back first." My bad. ”

Benedict hugged his shoulders and frowned and didn't speak, but just glanced at the short body on the side, remembering the empty pit by the grave, and his eyes were fixed......

"Not to be buried?"

Han Qi's body trembled and did not respond.

Benedict looked at him and said calmly, "Is there any sacrifice that is missing?" ”

Han Qi still didn't speak, helping the wild dogs build kennels.

"Wow~!!"

The big dog bared its fangs and bent down to face Benedict.

Benedict just glanced at the big dog, who resisted his gaze for a while, then whined and ran away, protecting the puppies. Leaning next to Han Qi, he trembled and screamed a little.

“......”

Of course, Benedict will not be as knowledgeable as a dog, looking at Han Qi, who is not speaking, he frowned and said: "Either you die with her." If you don't plan to do so, then live well. Who is not sad, I am not so familiar with you, so I will not comfort you. Dragged around and dragged rotten, would you like to see her recruit flies and maggots......"

"Hey. ”

Han Qi had no choice but to turn around and interrupt Bennie Decot.

Benedict waved his hand impatiently and walked towards the little short body: "Isn't it just a burial." If you don't come, I'll ......"

"It was her birthday. ”

Han Qi spoke.

Benedict's hand was silent for a while, but he still picked up the little short body that already smelled of corpses: "Really? Not today, right?"

Han Qi's expression was strange, and he seemed to be holding back a smile......

"Today...... My birthday. ”

Bennedect was surprised, and then cried and laughed: "Hey! You're kidding me?!"

Han abandoned his hands.

Of course he didn't play anyone's errand.

It's true.

March 9 was the day Xiao Short died.

March 12 is the birthday of Han Qi in the year he was born.

Although he has only been on the lunar calendar, the fifth day of the second month.

And today is March 17th, that is, the fifth day of the second lunar month this year, which happens to be his birthday.

"Good. ”

Benedict walked towards the back, hugging the little short body: "Even if it is." It's quite monumental. In the future, as long as you remember your birthday, you will remember her death day. Never forget. ”

"Hey. ”

Han Qi put down the kennel and chased after him, and Bennie Dequet had simply walked to Natalie's grave.

"It's ......"

Bennie Dechor paused, turned his head and asked Han Qi who came over.

"Her mother. ”

Han Qi stopped and spoke calmly.

Benedict was silent, slowly squatted down, and looked at the stele: "Chinese characters?"

He traveled abroad but knew that Han Qi's existence was in Bachelor City, so it was impossible for him to just know such an outcast. Although he doesn't care about anything other than combat power. But I still know a little bit.

Han Qi smiled and stepped forward to sit down cross-legged.

Take the little short body back from Bennedcutt's arms and hold it.

Benedict stood up and looked at Han Qi with a fluttering hand: "Bury it." Reunite their mother and daughter. It's already like this, and you're dragging it just yourself. ”

Han Qi didn't speak, hugged the little short body and didn't respond.

Bennedecter laughed and tilted his head.

Half a ring stepped forward to grab again.

"Good!!"

Han Qi reluctantly retreated: "I'll come by myself." ”

Benedict looked at him with a calm face.

Han Qi paused for a moment and smiled suspiciously: "You are a little too much, really." You yourself say that you don't know each other that well. ”

Benedict spoke: "You're delaying me, don't you say?"

Han Qi shook his head: "Then you go first." ”

Benedict hugged his shoulders: "You've lost my time." Forget it, okay?"

"What's this?!"

Han Qi looked at him with a grin: "No, you can't just study combat skills. When you study cultural classes, you see that your expression skills and logical thinking are chaotic. ”

Bennie Deckert was surprised: "You ...... You say I'm simple-minded?"

"Nope. ”

Han Qi shook his head: "I mean you have developed limbs. ”

"Huh. ”

Bennedect sighed and smiled, "Not that familiar...... Huh?"

Han Qi smiled, got up and nodded: "Actually, you can be familiar with it, for example, I'll tell you about some characteristics of my internal strength......"

"Let's talk about it after the burial. ”

Benedict gestured calmly, and Han Qi's tone froze, and he opened his mouth to say something.

"That squire of mine is actually a Juggernaut, named Edla. ”

Benedict looked at Han Qi: "It's nearby." ”

Han Qi was silent for a long time, and looked at him helplessly: "Every powerful kid always likes to use this trick. At every turn, he will find the sword saint god to suppress people. ”

Benedict smiled: "It's your pleasure. An outcast can only be pressed by the Sword Saint Law God, and there is no one left. ”

Han Qi was about to speak, but Bennie Dechor couldn't bear to retreat: "Don't talk nonsense." I'll leave space for you both to say goodbye and be buried. Don't keep me waiting too long. ”

With that, Benedict left.

I guess I didn't go far, but I didn't see anyone either.

Han abandoned his mind for a long time and sat down again.

Looking at Natalie's monument, looking at the small pit dug next to it, and looking at the little short body in her arms.

He took a deep breath and bowed his head in silence.

Oh, yes.

Dragged around, in fact, just dragging yourself.

He's been dragging on for a long time.

He didn't know what he was putting off.

What do you want to do if it's dragged on for so long.

What do you want?

Actually, it's just that he really can't put it in.

The little short body is in the hand, and the pit is there.

At such a short distance, he couldn't fit in.

No strength.

I hope you can understand what kind of emotion it is.

When the little short body was put in, when the soil completely buried her.

It means that the stinky thing that has been held by him all the time, where to go, pouting and arching his ass when eating, screaming, and holding his breath in his face in the morning......

will be separated from him forever.

Leave the world he was in forever.

"Huh. ”

When Han abandoned his mind, the sun was setting.

It had been an afternoon since Bennie Deckert had come looking for him.

The vision is a little blurry.

Han Qi rubbed his eyes.

With the setting sun shining on the face of the little short body, which has long been pale to abnormality.

It's so beautiful pink.

"Perhaps...... It's time. ”

Han Qi looked at the little short body reflected by the sunset and spoke softly.

With trembling hands, he really slowly put his little short body in the pit.

In fact, he was really an abandoned monk.

I've already died once, and I know all about Zen.

Transmigration.

Causally.

This is the wisdom of Zen.

But he couldn't see it.

Maybe he hasn't departed from the essence of the big self, the small self, and the true self.

"Plop~Puff~~"

Han Qi looked at the little short body in the pit.

Take a deep breath and reach out, once, twice, three times......

Plop on the soil and push it into the pit little by little.

When the soil is not over the body of the little short body.

When the soil, bury half of the face of the small short body.

When the soil is already flush with the ground.

I couldn't see her at all.

When small bags of soil are piled up. Than Natalie's grave, half smaller, but neat.

Han Qi stopped, but his hands were dirty but he didn't wipe them.

Look.

It's not that hard or so complicated to really discover.

"Hoo ......"

Birthdays are also death days......

Birthday...... It is also the death day.

The stele that had been carved a long time ago was also half as short as Natalie's.

With a pop, it was inserted in front of the small short dirt bag.

Han Qi looked at it for a while, he thought he would say something at the end.

Not really.

I just stayed for a while, and the sun set completely.

The sky was dark.

Han Qi slowly retreated and turned around...... Leave.

"Step on ...... Trample...... Step ......"

It seems to be heart palpitations.

The sound of footsteps seemed to be stepping on his heart.

Ringing in the ears.

He took a few steps and stopped.

Stop-and-go.

Obviously, it was only a few steps to get around to the cave.

But he was gone for a long time.

"Thorn~poof~thorn~~whoa~~"

Suddenly, Han Qi stopped.

He was about to be completely blocked in front of the cave and looked at the source of the sound.

It is the direction of the small dirt bag.

Han Qi was stunned and rubbed his eyes.

Step forward.

He heard it right.

It's the voice that appears in the small short body grave.

And it's okay to hear it wrong.

Because he watched as the sound came, the soil of the small dirt bag was loosening. (To be continued.) )