As the sun sets, above the sky, the remaining flocculent clouds are crimson.

Amber sunlight shone down on the maple forest, burning like fire, blooming like blood.

A bleak autumn wind blew, and the maple leaves flew wildly, as if blood butterflies were dancing arbitrarily.

A drop of liquid, dancing with the maple leaves in the autumn wind, is as light as nothing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, passing through more than ten maple leaves at will, like air, without any substance.

The liquid reflects the sunset and the red rays around it, sometimes transparent, sometimes like blood beads.

There was a slight "pop", and the liquid seemed to be exhausted, and finally landed on a maple leaf.

I don't know if it's an illusion, at this moment, the nearby light was violently distorted, the autumn wind was slightly suffocated, and the maple leaves dancing in the air stayed for a moment, and then, Fang Yuanzhang's space suddenly darkened......

It's just a blink of an eye, and it's business as usual.

This drop of liquid, which has fallen on the soft ground with the maple leaves, looks inconspicuous, and even if you look closely, you may not be able to find it.

However, the simple prohibition that enveloped the entire Maple Leaf Town trembled slightly silently, and the position closest to the liquid of the simple prohibition flashed lightly, and a crack flashed out a few feet.

At this moment, the footsteps of "rustling" sounded from far and near, crushing the fallen leaves and startling away the birds.

As the footsteps got closer, a thin figure gradually became clear in the maple forest.

The owner of the figure was a young man whose eyebrows were still a little green, and who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young man was carrying dry firewood behind him, sweating slightly on his forehead, and was picking up some dry firewood while walking.

The young man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, stepping on mille-feuille shoes, his face was delicate and dark, his eyes were cool and refreshing, his eyebrows were as black as ink had been smeared, he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his sleeve, smashed a few punches at his somewhat sore waist, and then straightened up and looked up at the sky.

As the sun sets over the mountains, the blood-colored sunset is about to be swallowed up by darkness, and occasionally a few birds pass overhead, and the sound of fluttering wings is particularly clear.

"It's time to go home......".

The young man muttered to himself, weighed the heavy firewood behind him, and grinned in satisfaction, revealing a mouthful of neat snow-white teeth.

Just as the boy was about to turn to leave, Yu Guang glanced at a dry wood the thickness of a baby's arm beside him, hesitated slightly, but still took a few steps to the side and picked it up.

One of the young man's feet unconsciously stepped on the seemingly inconspicuous drop.

The boy only felt that the soles of his feet were suddenly cold, and there was nothing abnormal.

The young man didn't care about this, he didn't even pause for a moment, just carried the slightly heavy firewood on his back, and walked towards the outside of the maple forest step by step.

The drop, with no trace of it, never seemed to have appeared......

After the tea, the boy who walked out of the maple forest appeared in front of a sheep's intestine path, and looked towards the village shrouded in mist.

Above the village, there is a road of cooking smoke rising, faintly, you can smell the faint aroma of rice, you can hear intermittent laughter, and whether rough or graceful shallow singing.

On the young man's dark face, a few soft colors appeared, and he couldn't help but sing in his mouth, but his steps kept going home.

The young man didn't know that as soon as he left the maple forest, the light green light shone brightly at the place where the crack had just appeared, and then in the sound of a small but particularly harsh "click", the crack spread and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it stretched to half a zhang in an instant.

A fishy smell, with a strong smell of blood, came from the cracks.

Dozens of huge beast figures approached the crack at great speed.

The maple forest shook slightly, and the maple trees trembled lightly, as if in fear.

The sunset was finally swallowed up by the remnants of clouds and mountains, and the night slowly came.

From the sky, low mountains spread out into the distance, like a giant beast crawling silently.

Around the mountainside, small roads twist and snake like snakes, leading to several small villages. The edge of the village is dotted with small maple forests that burn like fire, adding a little warmth to the bleak autumn.

A pale green simple prohibition with an area of several miles is like an inverted pale green giant bowl, covering these villages in one fell swoop.

Within the prohibition, there are gradually candle flames, bursts of cooking smoke, and the fragrance of rice wafting, which makes people feel calm.

Outside the ban, it is the roar of tigers and apes, the roar of birds and beasts, and the miasma, which is terrifying.

This is the town of Maple Grove.

Thick eyebrows. The black boy is a person from Zhaojiatun in Fenglin Town, named Zhao Gui.

Zhao Gui, who was carrying Chai He, approached the short and old wooden door as soon as Fang approached, a swarthy girl who was only three years old with her hair tied in pigtails came straight to him, shouting in a milky voice: "Brother, hug, hug." ”

Zhao Guisan rushed to the door in two steps, quickly put down Chai He behind him, picked up the girl, looked at the girl's black grape-like eyes, smiled affectionately and asked, "Lele, do you miss your brother?" ”

The girl hugged Zhao Gui's head, kissed Zhao Gui on the face, and said coquettishly: "Lele didn't miss his brother, his brother wanted Lele, brother, if you don't go home, Lele will be eaten by the big bad wolf!" ”

Zhao Gui was happy in his heart, gently pinched the girl's fleshy face, and said softly: "Little guy, with my brother here, who dares to hurt Lele?" ”

The older brother and the younger brother and sister frolicked for a while, and it was already dark, and a woman's voice came from the low wooden door: "Xiaogui, clean up and take your sister to dinner." ”

"Got it, mother."

Zhao Gui agreed, spoiled and scratched the bridge of the girl's small nose, put the newly picked firewood into the firewood room, took the girl's hand, and unhurriedly got into this dilapidated and poor home.

The dim butter lamp, flickering with a vague light, barely illuminates the surrounding earthen walls.

On the uneven ground, there is a long low table, the top is mottled with paint, on which there are three bowls of gruel, steaming hot, in the middle of the gruel, in an old iron basin, containing potato buns.

A woman with gray hair and a haggard face was sitting on a low stool, looking lovingly at the Zhao Gui brothers and sisters who entered the room.

"Lele wants her mother to feed her", the girl ran to the woman like a swallow, and said with a slight pout.

The woman affectionately touched the girl's head, took her into her arms, picked up a piece of yellow bun, and handed it over.

"Lele grows up, eat by yourself", said while saying to the young man: "Xiaogui, you come and eat too." ”

Zhao Gui nodded, sat down close to the woman, picked up the gruel in one hand, held the potato in the other, and ate it "Hulala".

This simple food was actually eaten by a teenager with a very sweet and delicious feeling.

Seeing this, the girl learned from Zhao Gui's appearance, and also took a big bite of it, looking cute and cute.

The women were eating in small bites, glancing at Zhao Gui from time to time, and a trace of remembrance flashed in their weather-covered eyes.

"It's like your father......," the woman muttered to herself.

Zhao Gui's body stiffened, and his father's vague face couldn't help but appear in front of him.

Time passed silently, and in the blink of an eye, it had been three years since my father left...... However, how many adult men are left in every household in Fenglin Town?

If you want to blame, you can only blame the world.

Zhao Gui suppressed his sadness, handed a piece of yellow bun to the woman, and said softly: "Mother, you eat more, you don't have to worry about things at home, everything has children." ”

The woman touched the corner of her eyes, looked at Zhao Gui, who had almost grown up, and smiled with relief.

"Woo......."

The autumn wind outside is more urgent, blowing dusty and obscuring the stars and moons.

The dim butter lamp in the room flickered non-stop, and the two large and one small figures were close to each other, and there was a sense of warmth in the sound of "hulala" eating.