I'm sorry, I can't wait for you any longer.

The old carriage was a withered yellow color, engraved with cracks of time, and the two worn-out wheels drooped on the ground, soaking a large area.

The old horse stood in the doorway trembling, its broken hooves falling in the snow, and there was a chaotic sound of "poof" and "poof".

At five o'clock in the morning, the sun had not yet come out, and the sky still carried a trace of decadence and loneliness of the night, smearing the empty world with energy.

The huge walls are like giants standing tall, powerful and thick, allowing the people of the city to rest in peace.

But it still couldn't stop the cold wind after all.

The dim light of the fire flickered, and the dry wood "crackled" under the fireplace, and sparks hit the black roof of the stove one after another.

The humid air slowly dried, and streams of water vapor evaporated and dissipated, filling the gloomy room with a rare little warmth.

In front of the fireplace, an old chaise longue swayed slowly, and the joints made a constant squeaking and squeaking sound.

On the recliner, the shabby quilt composed of gray linen cloth was meticulously tucked, retaining the trace of temperature that was finally generated.

And under the quilt, Ai Mengli's big eyes hung deep dark circles, and the dull pupils were as dull as dead gray dilated meaninglessly, without a trace of color, just like the ravine in the south, lifeless.

The firelight flickered, flickering and flickering, and Ai Mengli's cheeks were also visible, the full cheeks did not have a trace of flesh, the bones of the cheeks were high and raised, grayish-black, and below were two dull pits, revealing an inexplicable weakness, it was unimaginable that a face that was once so playful had been emaciated to such a degree.

“”

Ai Mengli looked at the dim firelight, without focus, and a flame in her eyes burned quietly, but it was also rendered a faint gray.

Around, people came and went, some people came in, some people went out, and they were in a hurry, and occasionally one or two conversations rang out, but they also stopped abruptly, and quickly quieted down.

It's getting brighter.

The cold sun leaped to the horizon without any temperature, and the sunlight flew to all parts of the world with the cold wind, falling on the heavy layers of snow, reflecting a more dazzling but also colder snow light.

The old horse closed his eyes in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his huge eyes, smashing out one deep pit after another.

"Amyri, let's go home. ”

Yom, who hadn't closed his eyes for two nights, walked up to Amory's side, squatted down, and carefully lifted a strand of hair from Amory's ear with his big rough hands and placed it behind her ear.

Ai Mengli did not react, it can even be said that there was no life, the lifeless eyes were completely empty, there was no focus, there was no consciousness, if there was no faint heaving chest, perhaps, this is a dead person.

"Amyri, let's go home. ”

The eyes of the iron-beaten man who had been strong for forty years turned red instantly, he swallowed strong sadness, trembled his lips, and said gently: "Ai Mengli, let's go back." ”

“”

Amory let out meaningless syllables like a dream, and moved feebly towards the firelight.

"Sister. ”

Little John couldn't help it, his heart hurt so much that he suffocated, like a knife.

"Shut up!"

Jom turned his head sharply, his reddish eyes burning with rage, and shouted at John, "Get out of here!"

"Father" Little John watched his father's pain in pain, his hands gripped his flaxen hair, and suppressed the beastly whine in his throat.

Jom turned his head and crouched down beside the chaise longue, looking wearily at his beloved little daughter.

My Amory, oh my dear Amory

Muddy tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, silently, and fell in large pieces.

"Daddy Daddy"

The warm tears regained Amory's consciousness, and she turned her head with difficulty, and her emaciated face slowly bloomed, revealing a fragile smile.

"Can you stop crying?"

"Kids. Jom covered her eyes in pain and let out a desperate hiss like a she-wolf having lost her cub.

"Don't cry, Daddy"

Ai Mengli smiled, and her hoarse voice was a little soft, and it sounded softly, "Ai Mengli doesn't like it"

"Okay, good, good!" Jom hurriedly wiped away the tears from his face, his eyes were red and swollen, and he smiled more ugly than crying, "Amory, is it okay to go home with Daddy? Grandma misses you very much, I really miss you." ”

"No, it won't. Ai Mengli shook her head, her thin body was like a flower in the cold wind, making people worry that she would die at any time, "Ai Mengli can't go." Amelle has to wait."

"It's that elf again!" Jom roared, and his anger ignited instantly, that elf!

"Dad. With difficulty, Amory stretched a hand out of the quilt and took Yom's clothes.

What kind of hand was that, the purple nails shimmered with a strange light, the scarlet veins were exposed, hideous and terrifying, and the bruised skin was tightly clinging to the bones, slender and terrifying.

"Don't. ”

The faint murmur of a cat instantly extinguished Jom's anger, and he sobbed twice and staggered to his knees, his resolute eyes overflowing with pain.

"Amory, it's been ten years, it's been ten years. Yom suppressed the sadness in his heart, "Grandma really misses you, she's old, go back and see, okay?"

"Grandma is but"

Ai Mengli had a hint of crying, and there was hesitation and struggle in her voice.

"Just take a look, take a look and come back. Yom held out a finger, "Grandma is too old, she wants to see you again." ”

"But," the little girl was about to cry, tears rolling in her eyes, "but"

"Just let your brother wait here, you won't miss it. Okay, okay?"

Jom turned his head and yelled at Little John, "Get here." ”

Little John crawled over and crouched beside Jom.

Yom turned his head, looked at Amory and said seriously, "You have to believe your brother, he will definitely not miss it." ”

Amory raised her head and looked at Little John expectantly, her weak face covered with a layer of light.

Little John raised his hand to wipe away the tears, regardless of the snot and tears, nodded vigorously, and said loudly: "Yes, I will never miss it!"

"Hey" Ai Mengli smiled slightly, the tiredness in her eyes sank into her eyes, and her little head lowered weakly.

"Okay, I'm going to see grandma. ”

There was a cheer in the dark room, and Jom got up, rushed out of the room like the wind, shouting at the servants waiting outside, and shouting for the car.

Little John held Amory's weakly hanging hand tightly, and the tears in his eyes welled up again, leaving behind.

Ai Mengli listened to the sound in her ears, and the corners of her mouth raised a weak arc.

"That's good. ”

The joy and sorrow of the godless eyes seemed to run through the heavens, flowing under the beautiful tree of wisdom, the breeze drifting by, and the blue dovetail petals overflowing.

"It's just, Mr. Moyer, I'm sorry Amelle can't wait for you. ”

"I really didn't do it"

The weak candle flame flickered twice, "poof", and went out alone.

"No!"

A terrible roar rang out, like a desperate lone wolf, standing on the brink of death, filled with fear and unease.

Blue-gold arcs of lightning soared into the sky, and hot and angry plasma rolled down, streaking through a trail of weeping sky.

The cold darkness swept in, and the dark tide struck, swallowing up all light and hope.

Jom put down his raised foot in a daze, and "plopped" to the ground, and raised his head sadly, the mouth of the dried fish was open, and two blood streaks crossed the corners of his eyes, ticking, and seeping into the ice and snow all over the ground. (To be continued.) )