But I still hid under the basket in silence and remained silent.

At this time, a man who looked like a chief stared at this person with his hands on his hips.

The man slowly raised his right hand, stretched out his fingers and shook it twice in front of the chief, and the smug smile slowly appeared on his face.

The chief said to the man: "I have gained a lot today, I will not catch the strong man anymore, even if you have all your fingers, I will not catch you, you look very stupid, even if you have all your fingers, you will not be able to fire the gun." ”

The man had a look of disdain on his face.

The chief took out three oceans from his body and said, "If you don't believe it, then you can try it, and if you buckle it, I will reward you with three oceans." ”

After speaking, he waved his hand to a soldier next to him, and the soldier handed the gun in his hand to this person.

This person took the gun, put his middle finger into the trigger, and pulled the trigger on the sky, and with a "bang", the gun went off.

A smug smile appeared on the chief's face.

Seeing the smile on the chief's face, the gray face seller knew that he had been fooled.

However, it was too late.

The chief said proudly: "It turns out that the index finger is broken, and the middle finger can still be shot, it seems that when the strong man is caught in the future, only the person who has lost all five fingers can let it go." ”

With a wave of the commander's hand, the two soldiers rushed over and took the man away.

It wasn't until we couldn't see them that we came out from under the upside-down baskets.

I don't know if the person who sold the gray face was out of kindness, or if he forgot about me because he was in a hurry, and he didn't betray me in front of the chief. In many cases, people usually sell others for their own sake.

In front of you is a large mountain, and the tip of the mountain is not visible because it is in the clouds.

I took the flowers, followed behind a dozen merchants, and climbed over the mountain.

When we walked into the clouds, we were surrounded by a group of strong men with knives and guns.

We know that we have encountered bandits.

The flower hugged my arm tightly.

I slowly hid the flowers behind me.

- Such a beautiful girl, the bandits will not let her go when they see her.

The vicious bandits didn't say something about the Tao and pounce on us, as they did in the play. Without saying anything, they rushed over with their weapons.

The merchants didn't say anything, but took out their poles and sticks, and fought with the bandits.

I don't have any weapons on me except throwing knives, and I can't control whether or not it will kill people when my throwing knives are shot. And in my heart, bandits are also poor, and if they could have a little way to support themselves or their families, they would not come out to be bandits.

- So, my throwing knives can't be thrown at them.

I protected the flowers and hurried back to the woods by the roadside.

The so-called clouds, that is, fog.

Where we were, the fog was thick.

I didn't see if there were any trees on the side of the road, so I retreated to the side of the road.

It's a pity that there are no woods on the side of the road covered by the fog, it is a cliff!

The flower stepped on the air and fell to the cliff.

I hurriedly pulled her up.

The flowers were coming up, but I slipped and fell off the cliff as I pulled her.

I heard the flowers calling me, and the voice was full of the smell of life and death.

But I was leaning against the cliff and still falling down.

I was blocked by a tree, and at the same time, I heard a squeal from the flower on it, as the bird caught by the eagle called.

I know that the flowers have been killed by bandits.

I immediately stood up, looked for a wooded hillside, and hurried to climb to it. I crawled and shouted, "Flowers, flowers······"

The screams of the flowers were no longer audible from above, and even the sound of the merchants fighting with the bandits was gone, and I knew that she had been killed by the bandits.

I finally climbed up. The battle was long over, and the wounded merchants were seen lying on the road, snorting. The merchants, who were not injured, were bandaging their wounds. And their goods were all snatched away by the bandits.

I searched among these people, but I found no trace of flowers.

I immediately grabbed a short and fat merchant and asked, "Flowers, flowers, where are my flowers?" ”

He stared at me for a moment and said, "That girl? ”

I nodded vigorously at him and said, "Yes, she's my flower." ”

He made a sad face and said, "She's beautiful." ”

I said, "Yes, what about her?" ”

In fact, he had already hinted at me, but at the moment I didn't guess.

He sighed, and had no choice but to say, "It was robbed by bandits." ”

"Ahh I sat down on the ground.

After a while, I said: "In what direction did they go, and in what direction did the bandits go?" ”

He pointed to the clouds.

I got up and rushed out in the direction he was pointing.

I walked through the thick fog, crashing into the trees in the fog. I didn't care if I was hit and my nose was swollen, and I chased after it desperately.

My clothes were torn, and I couldn't care about them. My skin was cut by thorns, and I couldn't care about it.

The fog was too thick, the trees were too dense, and there were dense thorns on the ground, and such an environment was very slow for me, who was not familiar with the road conditions.

Finally chased out of the woods, chased out of the fog, but the sun was shining on the top of the mountain.

I stood in the sun, looking at the top of the mountain, and when I didn't know where to go, I saw my flowers.

Hana stood on a cliff, staring blankly at the bottom of the cliff with a dumb expression, her hair disheveled, and her clothes disheveled, as if she had been ······ by bandits

I can't care about that, and I'm happy to see her alive. I was about to call her and tell her that I had come to save her, but I saw her jump off the cliff······

I let out a heart-rending cry: "Flowers——! ”

I don't know if she heard her, but I didn't hear her make any sound.

I stumbled over and saw the flower lying in the rubble below the cliff, blood staining the stone red.

My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I looked up at the flower and slowly crawled towards her, tears rolling down like beads of broken thread.

I opened my mouth, but there was no crying or screaming for flowers, just open and trembling and crawling towards her.

Crawling up to the flower, the flower was no longer breathing. I took her in my arms and tightened, tightly······

Tears flowed silently, dripping on the flower's body.

The body of the flower is slowly getting cooler and harder.

My heart is also getting cold and hardened.

I hate these bandits as much as I hate the soldiers who catch the strong men.

I shouldn't have been soft on them, I shouldn't have run away with flowers, so there wouldn't have been such a result.

I hate myself as much as I hate a child who doesn't fight.

I also hate the government's inaction and let the world run rampant.

Although my fists were pounding my chest, my heart was pressing, blocking, and aching like a boulder······

I will bring the flower to the top of the mountain, and I will bury her here.

——The scenery here is very beautiful, and there is a feeling that you will be at the top of the mountain and have a view of the mountains.

- and only such a place is worthy of burying my flowers.

- What's more, she can see far away, and she can see me wherever I go.

But I buried her facing southwest anyway, because that's where I'm going.

I dig her grave with both hands, never with any tools!

- I caused her death.

- No matter what kind of pain and suffering, I should bear it.

- Only in this way can I be worthy of her and atone for the sins in my heart.

The nails were worn out, the fingers were worn out, and blood was pouring out. Every time I dig, it was like a knife cut, I didn't stop, nothing could stop me.

What is the pain of the body compared to the pain of losing a flower?

- This pain cannot be expressed in words.

Only those who have experienced it will know.

I put dead leaves and dead grass underneath so that the flowers can sleep more comfortably.

Then cover the flower with withered grass so that she doesn't feel the cold.

And he put a branch on top of the hole, so that the dirt and stones would not fall and crush her.

I buried her body completely, and I kept her head unburied for a long time.

- I can't bear it!

I would like to see her again, to see her more.

- I'm going to remember her as she was, always, always······