I woke up.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Peony, who was squatting next to me, stared at me, the moon had not yet set, so I could still see his face very clearly.

"I had a dream. I said.

The dream just now is clearly imprinted in my mind, maybe those of my companions are dead and blind, and their souls wander in the forest and cannot be dispersed, maybe they resent me for not bringing them well, so that they are gone, maybe I have been thinking about them, maybe I have been refusing to forgive myself, and when I suddenly relaxed today, their image appeared in my dream.

"Nothing, right?" I said.

"No," said Peony, "she is asleep, so you can sleep in peace." ”

"I'm not sleepy, you can rest, it's time for a changing of the guard. ”

"It's not time yet, the moon hasn't set yet," said Peony, "I'm not sleepy yet, I can persevere." ”

What a good boy.

At such a young age, he is so sensible and has learned to take care of others, and he must not be wrong when he grows up.

"You sleep, I probably can't sleep. I said.

Peony didn't insist anymore, he listened to me very much, he knew that what I said must be counted, but he still said:

"Brother, if you are sleepy, just call me, I'm not tired. ”

Peony soon fell asleep.

The sound of breathing is very even, unhurried, very rhythmic, in this lonely forest, this sound seems so soft, like a clear lake, the lake surface is sparkling, and I am like a swan, cruising on the quiet lake, I don't want to tear off every circle of ripples on the water, it seems that every time I tear off, the lake will be violently turbulent.

I know that the sound of this breath comes from the heart, the even and soft breath of breathing, reflecting the purity of the heart, such a lovely and innocent child, but destined to embark on a path full of violence and blood, and there is no second way to go, unless he chooses to retreat, and retreat is not his character.

I often think that the civilized red-haired dinosaurs were fertile ground for barbarism, violence, and injustice. Male dinosaurs, which account for nearly half of all red-haired dinosaurs, were faced with two paths from birth, either victory or defeat, with no middle path. If you win, you can be the leader and have a qiē, and if you lose, you have nothing, so you can only be humiliated as the eight dragons. Whether you like it or not, that's how fate is arranged.

Although the female dinosaurs have no worries about survival, but they are not smooth, the leader they marry may not be what they love, but they have no choice, what they like may have died in battle, or they may have been eight dragons, when the leader was defeated, after the new leader, they were transferred to the name of another male dinosaur like property, and accepted the rule and ravages of another male dinosaur against their will.

Such female dinosaurs are still the lucky ones among female dinosaurs, because they have beautiful tail hair, which can win the love of the leader, but more female dinosaurs are abandoned by the leader because the tail hair is not very good-looking, and it may be difficult to enjoy the very wonderful rights given by the life that the mother dinosaur should enjoy for the rest of their lives. Their experience is not as good as that of the Eight Dragons, because the Eight Dragons have no lower edge, naturally they have no desire, and if their lower side is intact, the desire has not disappeared, and the torment of unsatisfying desire is even more uncomfortable.

Although the leader can have a qiē, but their end is very tragic, he will be seriously injured or killed by Shi Hinata, they live in fear all the time, because tens of thousands of male dinosaurs are born every year, and the tribal leaders can only have 64, even if only 10% of the male dinosaurs covet the position of the leader, that is a very large number, and the difficulty of competition is no less than the civil service examination.

From this point of view, almost all red-haired dinosaurs were unhappy.

In fact, this is not entirely the case, many red-haired dinosaurs are happy, they cherish every day of their lives, even if it is the eight dragons, they are also living happily, and do not complain about the injustice brought to them by life and the world.

Not only the red-haired dinosaurs, but what kind of life is not like this? Not to mention the large dinosaurs that we have exterminated are still living tenaciously even after losing their homes, and even those little insects are also living happily? A dinosaur skin is regarded as a temporary paradise.

I'm always thinking about things, but I'm still able to keep it in time and not let it spread endlessly.

The injured red-haired dinosaur slept next to me, at this time, I could calm down and observe her carefully, through the faint moonlight, I could roughly see her thin but well-proportioned figure, although the tail hair was a little messy after fighting, but I could still see its original softness, the color could not be recognized, during the day, there was no time to look closely, now it seems to be a small regret, but, after dawn, this regret does not exist. Her face also looks very handsome, with soft eyebrows and kind eyes, white teeth and red lips, a delicate mouth and nose, and slender ears.

Her breathing was sometimes soft, sometimes rapid, and I knew that it was due to the fright, that the vicious carnivorous dinosaur must have broken into her dreams, trying to devour her qiē, so that she could not find peace in her sleep. I think Peony and I must have broken into her dreams, because I saw the change of expression on her face that was sometimes frightened, sometimes soft, and sometimes happy.

The breathing of the injured dinosaur and the breathing of the peony echo each other, in the silent night, like two musical instruments playing, in this performance, the peony plays more like an accompanist, its even beat, The soft melody carries the sometimes hurried, sometimes soothing tune of the performer, and the gentle wind in the forest, the snoring of small animals, the sound of animals farting, and the occasional sound of leaves falling and smashing to the ground, forming a beautiful forest serenade, which decorates the silent forest, making the forest under the cover of night even more quiet, beautiful and charming.

I don't know when the moon went down, it didn't greet me, I didn't say bye-bye to it, I was grateful that I had a pair of ears that could feel everything, a sensitive and colorful heart, in the dark night, tired eyes could rest as much as they wanted, naturally there were ears and hearts to take over the task of feeling the world, the world they felt was larger and wider than the eyes felt, More widely, it breaks through the shackles of time and space, subverts the confinement of reality, in the world of the heart, every qiē evil has lost a trace, only the dream with wings is flying freely, so that you can't figure out whether you are in a dream or outside a dream.