"Be strong, hold on, you know?"

"There will be many people who love you in the future......"

Struggling to open his eyes, his small hand grabbed the corner of the man's coat that was about to leave.

- You...... Who is it?

Why do you say such things?

Fu Jingyou's fleshy white lips opened and closed twice, and he didn't have the strength to make a sound.

But the man understood what he meant, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and his lips curled in response:

"Lu Miao, I'm Lu Miao."

Land...... Miao.

- We ...... Will we see each other again?

"Yes, in the future."

She kissed him again, crying sadly, but she withdrew resolutely.

Fu Jingyou lay on the ground, watching the figure disappear away, and his consciousness was dazed.

Soon, the body was hugged again by a pair of strong and powerful hands.

Fu Jingyou's head was limp and leaning on the man's shoulder.

The man's hair was like a steel needle, and his face was a little piercing, not at all as soft as the man in his arms just now.

The eyelids blinked, and Fu Jingyou closed his eyes without strength.

Maybe it's too hungry.

Or maybe it's too tired.

Or maybe it's too young.

Fu Jingyou has a vague memory, and he can't remember what that person's name is.

Deer......

Coming through the fog.

Came without a shadow.

Gone without a trace......

Is it like that in the stories told by my mother in the past?

In the ancient mountains, there are awe-inspiring gods and beautiful deer.

Deer......

That's the deer god in the woods......

It's like a dream come true, before the consciousness gradually becomes heavy and completely sleeps out.

Fu Jingyou, the little group, seemed to really hear the sound of yo yo deer from the depths of the mountain.

Ethereal and distant, with a strong sense of fatalism.

Deer God, can you really see it again in the future?

When he was young, He Hongjin patted the small ball and waved his hand to give orders:

"The child is here, the child's mother must be nearby, all look for it, scatter to find it!"

Lu Miao took Fu Jingyou and stumbled back for two days.

He Hongjin and his party, how could they find Fu's mother nearby?

After looking around but not finding it, He Hongjin led people to go deeper again.

The search was still fruitless, so I had to go back with my children first.

Lu Miao controlled the appropriate distance and watched.

After the people of Dahe Village turned back, she also turned back to the vicinity of the waterhole.

The future Fu Jingyou was alone, and she had never seen anyone else from the Fu family except him.

In this situation, seeing Fu's mother in this situation and appearance is something that Lu Miao never dared to imagine.

Fu's mother walked indecently, and there was no way to change it.

But in this mountain wilderness, Lu Miao must not let her abandon her corpse in the wilderness.

Lu Miao collected the funeral for Fu's mother.

Throwing out the pit and covering it with dirt, as if completing the task, the materialized body began to be mottled and transparent again.

Tiredness followed.

Lu Miao was flustered for a while, got up and rushed out of the mountain.

She's going to be dead again......

Like entering this world inexplicably, leaving inexplicably.

What awaits her next?

Will it be Yellow Springs?

Is it still the reincarnation of drinking Meng Po soup?

If all the ties are to come to an end here, can it be......

Let her take another look?

Just one glance!

The steps are getting faster and faster, and the body is getting lighter.

Until the feet are off the ground and the whole person floats.

Lu Miao was like riding the wind, and the speed of moving forward was even faster.

But just when she thought she could take another look before leaving, a barrier seemed to have been erected at the edge of the mountain.

The floating body was ejected, and the soul body, which was originally almost transparent, became more and more mottled and broken.

Lu Miao was extremely weak, and the barrier seemed to tell her:

The living are the living, and the dead are the dead.

The dead cannot enter the world of the living.

Although regretful, although unwilling.

But if that's all there really is.

So be it.

Goodbye, Fu Jingyou.

Come on, I'm waiting for you in the future.

Crooked lips laughed, and Lu Miao's crystal tears fell on the tips of the green leaves of the weeds.

As at the beginning, it came in the morning mist.

The slender figure also dissipated into the morning sun.

……

Xi County, H Province, has been in a big battle recently.

The residents of the county talked about it, thinking that they lived in the county and that their horizons were much broader than those of the peasant households living in the villages.

But after a while, I realized what a real big scene is.

The Soviet Union's old-fashioned military pickup trucks, and many white brands that I don't recognize. Cars that I had never seen before drove in turn.

In addition to cars, it is people.

A large number of personnel poured in, and some were even equipped with PLA comrades around them.

It is said that some of those people came from the Han City Hospital, and some of them traveled from Shanghai.

There are also Chinese medicine masters who were sent to the Northwest Farm at the beginning, and they are all here.

Lu Yuanzheng mobilized all the active connections, and the connections of the contacts were also at his disposal.

Seven or eight attending doctors in several compounds took turns to see it.

Either shaking their heads, or thinking that some way might be curable.

However, Western medicine is not only expensive, but also scarce in terms of resources, and scarce types.

Lu Yuanzheng's face tightened and tightened.

Fu Jingyou's whole person was in a daze.

There is no time to be depressed, and there is no qualification to coerce and pressure these medical personnel like Lu Yuanzheng did.

He pinned all his hopes on this group of people.

The doctors were in the room, and he waited outside the door.

Waiting for the door of the ward to open, he always rushed up as soon as possible and followed the inquiry all the way.

But the harvest shook his head too many times, and Fu Jingyou's heart gradually cooled down.

Adults in the hospital can't do it.

He Hongjin in the village rode over to deliver the news, and the two treasures of the family were also going to die.

Fu Jingyou sat in the corner of the hospital stairs with his forehead in his hand, full of decadence, and his body had no mental strength.

Life seems to have lost hope and become confused.

He Hongjin rubbed his face and sat silently with him.

I don't know how long I waited quietly, Fu Jingyou slowly stood up.

Easing the soreness in his calves, he walked down the stairs.

He Hongjin then stood up and followed him:

"What are you going to do?"

"Go home."

Fu Jingyou Mu Ran spit out two words, and his body moved quickly all of a sudden.

He Hongjin couldn't catch up with him.

By the time He Hongjin followed him to the courtyard, Fu Jingyou had already stepped on the bicycle he was riding and galloped all the way out.

"Little Six, Little Six!"

He Hongjin followed a few steps, but Fu Jingyou did not slow down at all.

He Hongjin was helpless, he could only watch his back shrink until he disappeared.

Fu Jingyou didn't stop for a moment, numbly riding back to the production team all the way.

When he entered the courtyard of He's house, he didn't have time to step on the support, and the bicycle fell to the ground with a "clang" sound.

Chen Guifen poked his head out of the window and saw that he had not rested well day and night, with a blue face and stubble on his face.

The hair is messy and becomes a chicken nest, as if it has returned to the old unkempt time.

Chen Guifen looked uncomfortable, and quietly wiped her tears and went out the door.

I thought Fu Jingyou was coming back to get something, and I wanted to ask so I could prepare.