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It wasn't until dusk that Mother and Son arrived at Crewe's house with the harp in their tent. Crewe's house, under a hill on the outskirts of Law, was not very large in blocks of ashlar, but warm in the setting sun.

A dark-faced, unkempt boy in coarse cloth stood outside the door, waiting for his father's return, he was the son of Brother Crewe, Bakvi, who was now thirteen years old, half a head shorter than Lotosas, whose mother had died of illness just a few days earlier, his eyes were red and there were tears in his eyes.

"You're back, father. He beckoned.

"Hmm. Crewe strode forward, invited Lotosus and his mother, who were carrying the harp, and introduced, "This is what I often mention to you......" He froze, originally wanting to talk about the Brasser family, but thinking of the tragedy that happened today, maybe mentioning Brasser would make the two of them sad, so he swallowed back, "This is what I often say to your benefactor, the person who gave us a lot of things." ”

Bakvi was introverted, just mumbled and nodded.

"Father, I have made a meal, you can eat two bites casually, if you are tired, rest at home tonight, don't stay up late to go out to work for those people, I am very worried about your body, I was lucky to catch a rabbit in the wilderness today and boiled soup for you, you can replenish your body." With that, Bakvi walked into the room.

"This is my son Bakvi, who rarely speaks, but he is not impolite. Crewe introduced that he was very moved, and even tears flashed in his eyes for a while.

Crewe's small stone house is divided into two floors, and the interior is slightly dark, and Crewe completely tidies up the upper floors for the two of them to live in. He proudly said that he had built the house. But when his mother asked where his wife was, Crewe just smiled bitterly, "I'm sick and dead." ”

In the middle of the night, Lotosas woke up from his sleep. His ears rang with the last words his father had spoken to him before he died.

"Under the big tree, Esfa, light. He repeated these key words over and over again, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Hurry up and sleep, it's not easy for Brother Crewe. We can't live here for nothing, but tonight we will be refreshed and the two of us will go to Laurentia to perform the piano skills for the rich. Mother said heavily. Brasser died, and neither of them even had a chance to get the body, but neither mother nor son talked about it, because life went on and everyone had to live happily.

Lotosus nodded, deciding that sooner or later he too would return to the banyan trees of the great plains of Itanasus, even though the legend had it that it was already full of terrifying evils.

The dark nights of spring are long. At this time, the streets of Laurendia were brightly lit, and the noise could be heard from far away.

On the steps of the palace of the Lord of Fernille, there are rows of ornate thrones. The table in front of him was covered with delicious food and wine, and Cilins sat in the center, and a group of women in long clothes below were performing intoxicating dance steps, and Cilins picked up his delicately carved wine glass, and laughed: "This king is very happy today, and he is happy to be alive! For this reason, I have decided to put Chivero to death in my country in seven days!"

"Wang Gao," said Fernelle, who was sitting beside him, sneered, "and it would be better to let the whole city know about the execution of Chivero, and then it would be better for the people to be happy." ”

"Yes. Then take the Chivero through the streets, which is the best way to do it. Cilins laughed, and then he whispered, "However, I always feel that the Legalist of Laocheng told his son some secret when he was dying. If it spreads, it will probably affect our reputation. ”

"The king doesn't need to say much, I already understand. Feñelle laughed.

In Crewe's hut, Lotosus was drowsy, but he heard Crewe's drunken voice suddenly coming from under the hut, and he drank all the bottles of wine that his mother had brought with him in the tent. I just slept peacefully, but now I suddenly threw up in bed.

Standing on the side of the wooden bed, Bakvi handed his father water from a cup, hoping that he would soon sober up, and kept tapping his father on the back.

"Eh, eh, eh......" Crewe tossed and turned repeatedly on the bed, he had an old problem, once he drank too much alcohol, his stomach hurt, and his teeth were squeaked by him, but he was still somewhat conscious, but his tongue seemed thick.

"Son, father is incompetent!" said Kru, looking at Bakvi, clutching his stomach, trying to sit up but falling on the bed in a daze, "Your mother deserves to die, because my father has no ability and no money to treat her, son." ”

He didn't know how many times he had seen his father drink on the sidelines, but each time his mother and he were taking care of his father, and now he was the only one left.

"Father, go to sleep, rest well, don't think about it anymore. He whispered, fearing that he had alarmed the strange-looking but elegant guests above.

"I'm living a miserable life!" Crewe stared at Bakvi with a pitiful look in his eyes, he was drunk and drunk, and confided in Bakwe: "My old father raised three brothers and two sisters in the remote mountains, and because of the poverty of the family, my old father could not support our five brothers and sisters, and I was kicked out of the house at the age of ten, and I wandered alone, and it is a blessing in my life to be able to marry someone like your mother! What I owe her cannot be returned, and now it is useless to let her die, this is my sin." Crewe began to cry as she spoke.

"Father, it's not easy for you, you have lived from nothing to today, you are a hundred times stronger than those royal magnates, you owe no one anything, your mother is sick and can't be cured, you go to sleep, rest well, don't be too tired. Buckway reassured.

"Bakvi, my son, now my father is the only one left with you, only you are the pride of your father, and your father will fight for you while he is alive, so that you can be majestic. Crewe's emotions became more and more excited, "Father has nothing to do in this life, he will only do things for others, and his father is incompetent! Not only did he not let you live a good life, but he also embarrassed you." Crewe kept talking, and his mouth was full of alcohol, and the grief of his mother's death and the sight of it made Bakvi angry.

"Yes, you've disgraced me, you're just going to work for someone else. Bakvi shouted, "You incompetent. What else would you do besides only drinking, drinking, and when a drunken drunkard forgets the world? Mother is dead, and you're still drinking!, let me die too, I don't want to go back to this home for a day!" Running out with tears.

"Bakvi!" Crewe cried out from the bed.

Mother and Lotosas had already heard the sound and hurried down. By this time, Crewe was already wobbly in her worn-out shoes.

"What's going on, Uncle Crewe?" asked Lotosas.

"It's me who's not good, it's me who talks too much nonsense and makes Bakvi angry. He said with a big tongue and staggered outside.

His mother was relieved and asked Lotosas to follow him, and Lotosas stepped forward to help Crowe.

"Don't hold me up, help me find my son. Help me find Bakvi, you help me find him, I'm drunk, I'll go back now. "Maybe because he was drunk and went far away, Crewe said.

The night was very dark, and in the distant woods, the big birds were crying, and Lotosas glanced at Crewe, not knowing what to do. In a hurry, he hurriedly walked away.

After Lotosas left, Crewe kept thinking back to Bakaway's words, "I will only work for others." ”

"I'm just going to work for other people. Is this your father?" he laughed, gulping out of his stomach with a mouthful of vomit.

"Father is dignified, father is by no means what you think, tonight let you see how good your father is. He gasped.

Bakvi ran deep into the woods, where he stopped panting as he saw the road in front of him, obscured by the trees.

"Am I doing the right thing?" he thought. "My father was just drunk, my father did such a tiring heavy work every day, and now he is described as emaciated, it's all for me, without me, he must have lived well alone, my father has lost too many things for me, I can't afford everything he did, and I can't repay enough. He felt guilty for his words and deeds, and ran back quickly.

On the way back, Bakvi met the mother and son of Lotosas, who he knew had been awakened by him.

"Sorry, two guests. He said simply, and hurried back home.

When he returned home, he found that his father was no longer there, and he found the mother and son again.

"Excuse me, have you seen my father?" he asked anxiously.

"Didn't Uncle Crewe go back?" said Lotusas.

"But he's not in the house, he's gone, he's drunk so much today, nothing will happen, right?" said Bakvi, standing still, anxious.

"Child, don't worry, let's look for it together. Mother comforted.

However, they did not find Crewe until late at night, and the mother reluctantly returned to the house and cooked a meal, which was only eaten by the two of them. Bakvi crouched on the ground and burst into tears.

"If something really happens to my father, then it's all about me!"

"Don't worry. Mother comforted, "Today we will go to Laurendia to perform the piano, and maybe we will meet your father, who often goes there." ”

"Really?" Bakvi looked at his mother in a daze, his eyes flashing with hope, "Then I'll go with you." ”

Two hours later, the trio reached Laurentia on foot. The mother and son of Lotosas carried the harp along the avenue along the Dongminggu River, with Bakvi following closely behind. Mother and son had to perform their piano skills, and for that, they had to travel to a crowded place in the center of Laocheng. After a short walk, they came to a junction that led them directly to the city center. But at this time, there was a large group of people gathered around the intersection, whispering something.

Several people walked forward quickly. I only heard the person next to me say: "I heard that this person came to fight with those rich businessmen last night and kicked them to death before throwing him here." ”

"Drunk?" Bakvi was shocked, he rushed into the crowd, and when he looked in, it was Crewe, "Father, father!" he shouted in a series of shouts, and his cries of grief echoed through the streets.

On this day, the trio took great pains to carry Crewe home and buried him deep in the forest. Buckvi knelt in front of his father's grave, silent for a long time, he looked at the mother and son of Lotosas, and ran away without saying anything.

His mother thought he had returned home, but he was never found, and for the next three days Lotosas and his mother searched for him, but he was nowhere to be found. He seems to have disappeared from the world, or he wants to go and make a world on his own, but none of them know what the truth is.

"What's wrong with the world? Within two days we lost two people and one of us. At noon, Lotosas sighed as he plucked the harp outside the house of the deceased Uncle Crewe.

"Maybe he'll come back. Mother said.

"But we've been looking for him for three days, and it's dangerous for him to be out there alone. Lotosas said, putting the piano in the house.

At this time, he remembered his father's dying whisper, "The great tree, the archangel of heaven, Esfa, the cortical letter, the light." ”

He strings these key words together. "Under the banyan tree of that old home in the great plains of Itanasus, there is a cortical letter, which brings the cortical letter to the archangel of heaven, Esfa, and the world can be restored to light. ”

"Is that so?" he asked himself with suspicion, but his father believed him with such solemnity when he said this before he died.

"Mother," he said, as he walked into the house, "I think I'm going to be out for a day and come back to-morrow." ”

"What are you going to do?" asked the mother.

"You'll know when I get back. Lotosas said that in order for his mother to allow it, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's a good thing." ”

"It's dangerous out there, where are you going? Besides, you've never been out on your own. When the mother had finished speaking, there was no echo of Lotosas, and when she went out, she saw that Lotosas had run far away.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )