Dongfu lay on his horse, groggy. He had drunk too much, and the strength of the wine was rising and rising. The bumpy ride on the horse made him feel like a cloud, sometimes high, sometimes low, and he was even more dizzy and dizzy. Riding all the way and vomiting all the way, turning over the river and the sea, he didn't eat anything, this vomit, even vomited all the bitter bile water.

The darkness that you can't see your fingers in. The cold wind howled. Snowflakes fluttering. Winter nights are bleak and cold. Dripping water will turn into ice. Dongfu fell on his horse, like a dead man, and let the horse stagger through the snow.

Snowflakes fell on him in large flakes and attached to his clothes. The body temperature at the bottom gradually melted, and a new one was covered. After walking in the snow like this, Dongfu's head and clothes were already snow-white. Like a snowman lying on a horse.

But he didn't know it. The clothes soaked through the snowflakes were already soaked, and the ice was like a tight grip on the body. Dongfu only felt that his body was hot because of the strength of the wine, and the whole person seemed to be stripped naked and hung in the fire to roast. From heart to lungs, it will be burned red. In this hot and cold attack, Dongfu was unconscious for a while, and awake for a while. This is repeated in the cold wind and snowy night. Many illusions continue to arise.

"Master! Master! In a hazy moment, Dongfu saw the treasure master appear in front of him. Kind eyes, smiling and looking at him lovingly. "Master, you're here! I miss you so much! I miss you! Dongfu's tears immediately flowed out. He cried out with joy and sorrow, wanting to reach out and hug him. But the Master seemed to be far away, out of reach of his hand.

"Master, why don't you let me hug me? I don't have a father, you are my father. Why don't you let me hug it? ”

Muttering to himself, Dongfu lowered his arm in disappointment.

"Dongfu!" Dongfu was suddenly shocked, as if he heard someone calling him. When I looked at it again, I saw that the master of the treasure was wearing a golden robe all over his body, shining with the golden light of ten thousand ways. It seems to be gradually rising in a haze of auspicious clouds. But he was still kind and kind, smiling and looking at him lovingly. And from the colorful clouds stretched out a hand with wide clothes and big sleeves, and came to pull him from afar. "Master, where are you going? Take Dongfu with you. Take me with you. Dongfu rejoiced, stretched out his hand to take the master's hand, and his body was crooked, and he almost fell off the horse. This crookedness came to his senses. It was pitch black all around, and the only thing I could hear was the wind whistling. The tears that flowed from the dream formed two ditches and froze the face painfully. It's like hanging up with ice cubes.

"Master!" Dongfu muttered in disappointment. "Why didn't you take the apprentices with you? Why don't you take the apprentices with you? "In the cold wind, I fell into a drowsy again. He vaguely felt as if he was caught in a huge whirlpool, and he was so dark and heavy that he couldn't breathe. and only fell down, like falling into the abyss. Suddenly, I saw the ginseng standing beautifully. "Gin'er! Ginseng! Dongfu's chest was full of inexplicable irritability and melancholy, and it all turned into a strong love. It was in this abyss that he also felt sweet, and the ginseng flower looked at him with a slight smile, with curved eyebrows and deep eyes, looking at him quietly. Dongfu immediately felt very relieved and happy. "San'er, it's good that you're here, no matter where we are, it's good that you're here." He whispered in a low voice, wanting to hug the delicate person tightly, but he didn't dare to be so rash. I only dared to stretch out my hand, wanting to take her soft and tender hand. But I felt empty again. The figure of the scattered ginseng flower blurred dimly and fell deeper. "Gin'er!" Dongfu felt that his heart was going to be torn off by her figure. It hurts like being torn alive. "Let me fall, don't let her fall!" In a drowsy, Dongfu actually cried out. The hoarse and choked voice was blown away by the wind.

The strength of the wine began to fade, and Dongfu began to feel cold all over. The cold qi was like tens of thousands of cold little snakes, one by one, burrowing all over his body along the cracks in his bones. Every part of my body was so cold that it hurt to the bone. For a moment, the cold and wild heat washed away, and the whole body seemed to be burned by fire. It burned so hard that he couldn't move, and it seemed that there were flames everywhere, burrowing into his body one by one. It seemed that every part of his body had turned into fiery carbon, but it was still painful, the kind of pain that was burned to the bones by the heat. In this way, being tortured by a moment of cold and a moment of heat, Dongfu only felt that his whole body was turned upside down.

"Mother!" Dongfu suddenly saw it. A white figure, floating in front of you. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he knew in his heart that it was his mother. "Mother, you only came to see me now. Eighteen years. You're only coming to see me now! He reached out and hugged it tightly, but this time it was solid. Dongfu hugged the horse under him tightly, burst into tears in the great pain, and couldn't cry: "Mother, take me away, don't leave me." Life and death, you can take me with you. Don't leave me alone in this world. ”

A cold wind blew and whistled across Dongfu's face. In the heat, Dongfu felt that it was his mother's hand gently rubbing his face gently. My mother loves him very much. Dongfu grinned happily.

"Let's go together." The mother's voice is fluttering, sometimes far and sometimes near, very gentle and pleasant. But why is it a voice that looks like a ginseng? Dongfu looked up blankly, and it was dark. It's a vastness. What about the mother?

Huge disappointments poured in like a tidal wave. The pain to the bone came more intensely. Dongfu stiffened his body in pain, and his head stretched out, and the horse still staggered forward in the night, and Dongfu's head slammed into the trunk of a tree. Barely snorting, Tofu rolled off his horse and fell unconsciously.

The night was dark, the snow was fluttering, the cold wind was whistling, and in the empty valley, only a thin horse screamed. The falling snowflakes soon covered all the traces of the night, covering the ground with a white blanket.