We will give some of the rouge we collect to the dinosaurs close to us, and the rouge sister will keep some for herself, and we will exchange most of the rest for some delicious fruits or other delicious things.

Rouge can't be eaten as a meal, a piece with a large nail cover is enough to be used for a year, and a gourd is left to take away when you get married, and you can't use it up for a lifetime. Therefore, we don't have to keep a lot of food, we can enjoy the food that we have exchanged for the fruits of our labor.

What's more, we can go to the mountains many times to collect rouge, and the rouge on the mountains can't be collected anyway.

But time can be used up.

We all know in our hearts that the day of our separation is not far off.

When I grow up, I have to leave the Murmur tribe, this is the fate of the red-haired dinosaurs, just like the dandelion, I must hold a small umbrella to go elsewhere to take root, the Murmur tribe will not feed us for a long time, every child who grows up, must leave here.

It is necessary to leave, there is no room for negotiation and compromise.

Sister Rouge has lost weight, and he has lost a lot of weight on his body, and he refuses to eat, of course, not at all, but only a little, I know that he can't eat, and I am the same, I don't eat, and I don't feel how hungry I am in my stomach.

We haven't learned to be strong.

Because we are still young, we have not experienced strong winds and waves, and we have unreservedly written the uncomfortable feelings of separation on our faces.

Sister Rouge cried and her eyes were red, she wanted to go with me, but we all knew that this would not work, she had not yet grown into a jade chick, she had to continue to stay in the Murmur tribe, live in the Murmur tribe for another year, and only leave when she grew up, and at that time, I didn't know if I was at the end of the world or the cape.

In the past few days before leaving, she has stayed at my station, never leaving half a step, and she hopes to see me every day until I leave. I wanted to harden my mind and get rid of her, but I didn't, I didn't want to reprimand her in this limited time that was hard to buy, in fact, I have never reprimanded her in my life, not in the past, not now, and not in the future, she is my best sister.

I tell her stories, I want to tell her all the stories stored in my head, but this is impossible, my brain is like the two rouge mountains, with inexhaustible wealth, the difference is that one is material, the other is spiritual, to tell all the stories in my head to her, it may take years, more than ten years, or decades, but as time goes by, there will be new stories constantly generated and accumulated, so even if there is enough time, it is impossible to finish all of them.

But I have a way.

I picked up an apple, took a bite, handed it to her, and I said, "When you think of me, you look at this apple, here is me, I hope you can collect it well, here is our story." ”

This is no ordinary apple.

I'm not talking about its golden color and smooth appearance, but about its essence and connotation. It's not an ordinary fruit, or it's not a fruit at all, it's a treasure, and it's a treasure that whoever takes out his kidney, and we won't exchange it with him. Because that's the result of our blood and sweat together, you know, the Murmur tribe doesn't produce apples, it's what we bought with our own rouge and the tribes of the north, and every part of it is poured into our blood, sweat and affection.

I had other things to do, I couldn't be by her side all the time, and the closer I got to leaving, the less time I had left for her. I have to say goodbye to the elders who have been caring and paying attention to me for two years, they have given me a lot of knowledge, so that I understand a lot of truths, I am like a growing little sapling, every step of my growth is inseparable from their hard watering and fertilization and pruning, now I am leaving, we may never see each other again, so I have to say goodbye to them one by one, this goodbye is not a sentence or two can end, they will repeatedly admonish, as if to give me infinite care in this limited time.

My ears did not grow calluses because of this, although many of their words were repetitive, but I listened patiently, not because of how high I am cultivated, but because what they said was very valuable information to me.

They come from different tribes, have different growth environments and survival experiences, the geography of the mountains and rivers, the customs and the dialogue between them, so that I have a preliminary understanding, for my future long-term wandering life and combat life to obtain important information, I must be clear about what I want to do, how to do it, I can not be completely immersed in the ocean of love and not swim ashore.

I was about to leave, Sister Rouge made me a sunscreen and put it on me herself, I couldn't bear to look at her, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but now she stopped crying, she painted rouge near her eye circles and lips, and all her toes were painted bright red, this is the rouge we just collected, because it is fresh, so it is more vivid.

I didn't have anything else to give her, except the apple I took a bite of. But we both understand that we have given ourselves to each other, and that I am just a shell when I leave, and that she is also a shell.

But the I I gave her was only a me that belonged to her, not all of me, and I was still the successor to a vibrant, ambitious red-haired dinosaur leader.

She he gave me was only a woman who belonged to me, not all of her, and she was still a fantasy, innocent and noble concubine who would surely become the favorite of a future tribal chief.

She told me to stand first, and she was going to groom my tail hair one last time.

Even though she has brushed my tail hair countless times, and although each time she brushes my tail hair gives me a different feeling, this time the grooming is still significantly different from the previous ones.

What I want to say is not the difference in time and place, nor the difference in the background of the times, but the difference in techniques. Combing, one of her paws grabbed the root of my tail hair, and the other paw shuttled between my tail hairs, like a fish swimming in a stream, fast and slow, up and down, left and right, moving and quiet, relaxed, the tail has an indescribable feeling of pleasure, and this feeling will be launched to the whole body with the tail as the endpoint, combing the tail hair once is more comfortable and enjoyable than taking a cool shower.

And this time, her paws of combing her tail hair were completely out of order, more like a sick fish, swimming in a river full of dead pigs and dead ducks, bumping into a dead pig for a while, and touching a dead duck for a while, less sperm and less powerful but panicked, no other feeling, only feeling that the tail was being dragged painfully.

After combing, I was taken away by the Eight Dragons, and all our chicks will be gathered together, and we will never be able to reunite with our relatives again, and one day later, we will be driven out of the Murmur tribe, and from then on, wandering the world, each looking for his own home.

I looked back again, and I saw that Sister Rouge was groping for something underground, and I knew that it was my tail hair, and I knew that the reason why she brushed my tail hair for the last time was different from the previous ones, one was to impress me deeply, and more importantly, she wanted to keep my tail hair as a permanent collection.