The thick morning mist drifted over the lush dense forest, obscuring the faint light of the early morning, and the old wrinkled bark of the towering giant trees rolled and folded, and the figures of the years fell all over the cold forest.

The rustling of footsteps came from far and near, and the rotting dead leaves under their feet faithfully conveyed all the small sounds in the forest.

Getting closer and closer, the footsteps are smooth and even, and there is no intention to change the melody. "Rustle, rustle!"

The footsteps finally came to the edge of the jungle, and beyond the edge of the jungle was a small hill full of troubled times. Without stopping, the footsteps left the dense forest and stepped up the mountain.

The sound of rubble rolling "bones!" came from the top of the hill again.

The figure climbed towards the hill unhurriedly, and the messy gravel was trampled under the feet of the figure and made a "creaking, creaking" sound.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and stopped in front of a boulder. The boulder was large, and it was full of cracked stone crevices, and the footsteps of walking stopped before one of the cracks.

The crack is in the part of the whole boulder near the ground, and it will not be noticed at all unless you look closely.

Tiny traces of blood stretched from the edge of the crack to the inside, not much, but very conspicuous, and the bits of blood were reflected on the stone, leaving dark red marks.

A crouching shadow covered the mouth of the crack. Immediately, the figure lowered its body and looked into the crack.

A pair of sharp, flat blood-red eyes flashed with a faint fierce light, and met the figure's lowered gaze. "Hiss!" threatening sounds continued to emanate from under the cracks.

"A little snow-white snake, I've never seen it before!" the immature voice came from the crouching figure.

Inside the crack, a small snow-white snake curled up in a ball, and the slender snake letter in its mouth stretched out. There was a hideous crack in the tail of the little white snake, and small drops of blood continued to ooze out of it. The wound is actually not big, but it looks very hideous on the small body of the little white snake.

Although the little white snake is not long, its ruby eyes are very eye-catching, and its small snake pupils are full of defense.

"Such a small snake can't even stew a bowl of soup. The figure muttered to himself.

As if he could understand, the little white snake shrank back, opened its small snake kiss, and suddenly hissed. It seems that he is very disgusted by the words in the mouth of the figure.

"Pretty fierce, little thing. ”

"Look how I catch you. The figure then reached out and used a thin stick to reach for the little white snake in the crack.

"Don't touch me, little brat!" Suddenly, a shrill voice came from a crack in the stone.

The figure squatting in front of the crack in the stone was suddenly startled when he heard this, and hurriedly stood up, but his feet slipped and his body was crooked, and he rolled down the mountain.

After a while, the gray-faced figure returned to the stone crevice and crouched down again.

"You can talk! You snake can talk!"

"How can you talk like a snake, what kind of monster are you?" said to the little white snake as if he had discovered a big secret.

"You better come home with me!Let me study and study it!" Immediately after, an excited voice came.

Then, the figure in front of the stone crack took off the small bag on his back, pulled the little white snake that wanted to escape into the bag, tied the mouth of the bag, held it in his hand, and then turned around and walked down the mountain to meet the rising sun.

A shrill voice came from the shaking bag, "Let go of me, let me go!"

And on the mountain road, a string of slender footprints is left.

The evening breeze is blowing, the sky is full of red clouds, and the round sunset with the red clouds gradually falls down the mountain, and the soft light will sprinkle the last light of the day on the earth.

The gentle hill rises lonely at the foot of a continuous mountain, with a huge rift in front of it, and on the other side of the wide rift valley is an endless withered yellow field, and occasionally an isolated dry and small tree swings in the wind.

At sunset, on the hill, a thick locust tree stretches its branches to the fullest, dominating the top of the mountain, standing alone.

The sunset on the horizon has long been hidden behind the mountain, leaving the sunset alone to hang in the sky.

Gradually, the pale yellow sunset also slowly turned black, slowly darkened.

The dark shadows of the trees gradually faded into the silhouette of the branches and leaves in the sunset, leaving only a huge silhouette of the tree.

Under the shadow of the tree, three tiny black shadows gradually appeared.

Finally, the silhouette of the black shadow was finally frozen at that moment.

Two close to each other, identical round, small bags of earth show their gentle and sleek arcs, towering over a small hill and under a large locust tree.

From a distance, the two small earthen bags are closely connected, as if the two of them are lying hand in hand, looking at the endless field and the sunset on the other hand.

They are so harmonious, so integrated, blended under this big locust tree, blended into this small hill, blended into this boundless world.

A short, slender figure appeared in front of the two small dirt bags.

The slender figure kneeling down was much shorter than the two small earthen bags, and the lonely short figure knelt in front of the earthen bags like this, and its slightly drooping head was not raised for a long time.

The last rays of sunset on the horizon finally disappeared, and the dusk evening became heavier and heavier.

The short figure knelt in front of the dirt bag, reluctant to leave for a long time.

Seeing that the sky is getting darker and darker, soon, the darkness will soon engulf the world.

Finally, the figure slowly lowered its body, knocked three times in front of the dirt bag, then stood up and turned around, without looking back or stopping, and resolutely walked under the hill, and finally walked into the great rift.

The sound of tinkling knocks continued to come from the forest, attracting passing birds to peek in.

The shadows of the trees rustled and sounded, and a small wooden house faintly appeared between the shaking branches. Wisps of green smoke rose from the towering rooftops.

Under the eaves, inside the fence, two figures, one large and one small, appeared in front of me.

In the center of the fence yard, there is a bluestone round table and two bluestone round benches.

On the round table, there were many small and strange-shaped objects. A pair of wide, dexterous hands were hammering an unknown strange object on the table.

The owner of the hands was the larger figure on the bluestone bench in the courtyard, and on the other bluestone bench, it was the smaller figure, who was staring intently at the smart hands.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" asked the smaller figure, holding his cheeks in his hands.

"You'll know when you're done. That's the answer of the larger figure.

"I'm wondering now, you don't know when you're done, and how long it will take to finish so many parts. ”

"You have to learn to be patient, you have to be patient with anyone or anything, you have to be patient and calm, don't be impatient, you can't be impatient, you want to solve all problems right away. ”

"Got it, Dad!"

Two figures, one large and one small, sat in front of the bluestone round table, staring intently at the things on the table.

The clanging sound sounded from the table again, again and again, and struck on the heart. The swinging hammer glides through a well-proportioned trajectory and finally hits the bluestone table.

The wind was still blowing. The rustling of leaves still sounded from outside the hut, and the lonely hut never stopped.

After a long time, a voice came from the forest.

"Dad, the meal is ready, it's ready to eat. ”

The sound of the noise came from the constant, the noisy voices of people were boiling, and the bustling crowd walked around, a scene of hurry and panic.

But in the house, it's a different world.

The people who came and went walked softly, as if they were afraid of disturbing the peace of some people.

The tranquil garden is full of flowers, and butterflies flutter up and down around the flowers, causing a flurry of flowers to fly.

Through the gap in the flowers, a window with a branch comes into view.

Through the window, you can see the scene inside the room.

The spacious and bright room has a warm feeling everywhere. And in the room, there are three figures in one place, each doing their own thing.

The clear sound of reading came from the back room, and a small figure sat in front of the desk, holding a book in his hand, reading line by line.

The articulate but staccato voice kept coming out of the mouth of the little figure, spreading to every corner of the room, adding a bit of life to the calm room.

And sitting side by side with the small figure at the desk is another tall figure.

The figure sat in front of the desk, holding a small charcoal pen in his hand, writing and drawing on a snow-white piece of paper, intent.

"Dad, can you help me see what this passage means?" the little figure suddenly stopped reading aloud, moved the book in his hand to the tall figure, and pointed to a passage in the book with his small fingers.

The tall figure stopped his pen and moved his gaze to the book in front of him, and then began to explain to the little figure sentence by sentence.

On the other side, a weak figure sitting at the table and doing a female worker in her hand looked at the two figures, one large and one small, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

After a long time, laughter erupted in the garden outside.

A small figure was in the garden, chasing the butterflies of all colors, causing a panic.

In front of the door, two figures standing side by side looked at the joy of the little figure in the garden with a smile.

A silence then enveloped the tall courtyard, and there was a deathly silence all around, no footsteps, no words, everything seemed extremely strange.

Suddenly, chaos rang out from the courtyard.

Immediately, figures shuttled through the small courtyard, and the cry of the child immediately led the chaos in the courtyard to **.

"Dad, mother, don't leave me alone. A thin voice rang out in the courtyard.

A fragrant fragrance slowly wafted into his nose, and when he opened his eyes with difficulty, a faint figure seemed to appear in front of him.

"You're awake!" a faint gentle voice came into Mu Yi's ears.