The weight of life is unbearable.

The fragrance of medicine has long dissipated with the wind, the empty bed, hidden in the gloom in quiet anticipation, and the moist air fills the small space. The old animal skin could not see the original colorful coat color, and lay quietly on the bed, quietly waiting, waiting for its former owner to appear.

Firefox left, happily gone, without a trace of regret, he saw the person he wanted to see, and waited for the person he was waiting for. Houtu had the most solid support, and he left with peace of mind. Quietly, in front of his brother, in front of the child he brought up. Firefox, a lonely old man, is not alone. He smiled and said to Wen Chuanting: "I am relieved to see you come back, the thick soil will be handed over to you, I will go to look for the gale, I want to see my grandson ......"

There is a shock from the heart, and a regret from the soul.

Firefox walked quietly, with a satisfied smile in the early morning of the second day after seeing Wen Chuanting. Eleven years ago, he met Wen Chuanting with his younger siblings, and then, Wen Chuanting handed over his younger siblings to him with confidence, this friendship is more than ten years, he has taken care of him for more than ten years, and he has been trustworthy for more than ten years, of course, he has also been rewarded by the children.

Taking care of the children, there are hardships, there are sadness, there are joys, it is pain and happiness, he has no regrets, just for a promise, an integrity, he did it, he waited until the return of Wen Chuanting, and handed over the grown children to him with his own hands. Letting go of the insistence in his heart, letting go of waiting, his open heart, there was no longer motivation, as he himself said, he wanted to see his grandson go, they waited underground for too long.

The hurried footsteps of time pass through most of the capitals, flow from people's hearts, like a rushing river, gone forever, time, leaving scratches in people's hearts, leaving traces on faces, but not taking away the memories between souls.

A year has slipped away from his fingers in a hurry, and the body of the firefox has returned to the earth, and the used items are quietly placed in their original places.

Thick soil, lovely little girl, now more and more quiet and virtuous, quietly sitting on the edge of the bed where the fire fox used to rest. His hand gently brushed the dehaired hide, his deep eyes were full of memories, and he bent over, his thin face rubbed, and tears flowed silently.

"Hey......" Wen Chuanting, who was standing at the door, sighed helplessly in his heart, this is not the first time he has seen it, it can be said that this year, as long as the soil is free, he will sit there quietly, silently shedding tears.

He has a clear heart, but he doesn't know how to talk about it, he can't comfort him, he can't comfort him. His eyes swept over the three busy people in the courtyard, and he sighed again in his heart.

This is an unsolvable game, and only time can dilute the memories.

Not to mention that Houtu is immersed in the grief of the deceased, Sanxiao is also stunned from time to time, recalling the bits and pieces of memory. Maybe they're busy, and they'll stop unconsciously, froze, and then you'll see their unfocused eyes.

The children are good children, they are the orphans of the Konghou tribe, they were brought out of the tribe of destruction by Wen Chuanting, but they were not raised by him, they have been with the fire fox for the longest time, the care of the fire fox, the care of the fire fox, they remember it in their hearts, now, the death of the fire fox, maybe they have been prepared for a long time, in their hearts, but they are not ready, perhaps, the death of the fire fox is a sudden death in their hearts.

As the sun sets, half of the sky is red.

"The remnant sun is like blood!" asked Chuanting slowly paced out of the house, in the messy wind, looking at the sky, they didn't go out of their thoughts, how could they have walked out. Familiar people, familiar things, are slowly passing away with the wind, the Konghou tribe is like this, and the fire fox is like this. is used to seeing life and death, but he is just used to seeing it, and he is familiar with Kurong, but he is just familiar, how can the life and death of strangers touch his heart.

The death of the fire fox had a great impact on him, and the other party waited just to hold on to him and hand over the children to him intact. The two didn't talk in detail, but they understood each other's hearts.

A promise has been held for more than ten years, and it has been hanging tenaciously in one breath, just to fulfill this promise. "Will I be able to persevere, for such a long time?" ”

His mind was in turmoil, and there was no answer. He is also holding on, holding on to a promise that may never be fulfilled, a promise he has made. To the priests and elders, to Brother Ah Dahao, to Uncle Gonghou Leopard, and to the entire deceased Gonghou clan.

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

Firefox did it, and he didn't apologize for his promise. The son, daughter-in-law, and grandson all died early, and they endured grief and grief, and raised their four children alone and with great difficulty.

"Hey......" let out a long sigh, relieved the depression in his chest, he can't be sad, even if he wants to be sad, he has to find a place where no one is, here, he is the biggest, the top pillar of this family, his sadness will only talk about everyone bringing everyone into a more sad situation.

"Big brother, I'm going to cook. "There was still a trace of tears left in his red and swollen eyes.

Wen Chuanting smiled and nodded, but did not speak, not because he didn't want to. As long as they speak, the trembling of their voices, the residual sadness, will make them grief even more.

"O deceased people, why are you so memorable and nostalgic, but now, you keep us in sorrow. Wen Chuanting clenched his fists, and there was a trace of resentment in his heart. The waist boning knife appeared in the hand.

The wind is blowing, the fallen leaves are fluttering, people are dancing wildly, the narrow courtyard, the shadow is longing, the dark knife light is beating all over the sky, I can't see clearly, I can't understand, I don't know where the people are, where the knife is, ask Chuanting alone, in the small courtyard, driving the wind to dance, driving the fallen leaves to fly.

The wind, blowing gently, rolled up the flying leaves, flew up from the small courtyard, the fallen leaves were in the wind, in the air, flying, rolling, chasing the wind, flying higher and higher, falling obliquely, flying, away from the small courtyard, away from the sad crowd.

The thick soil that made the fire slowly raised its head in the wind, and its eyes flew in the air with the falling leaves, rolling in the wind, and slowly drifting away with the falling leaves.

The candle shrank quietly in the corner, godless eyes staring at the ground, where there might be something that could attract all his mind, but as the leaves floated, the godless eyes focused and shrunk as the leaves fell.

"Perhaps, the eldest brother is more bitter in his heart than us. Zhu Rong stood on the steps, looking at the question in the wild dance, and whispered softly. Perhaps, he is talking to the same daze around him.

"No, maybe, the eldest brother is definitely sadder and more bitter than us. The sentence seemed to be talking to himself, and it was as if he was answering.

No one knows the sadness in each other's hearts, but they are all immersed in their own sadness, with the wind, in the mess, in the mess......