Four

Anton Saron, Anrela, Salon Maud, and Berlito stood in front of Tang's tomb with solemn expressions, all carrying white flowers made of paper on their chests. Anton Ssalon's eyes were filled with tears, and in the light of the tears he seemed to see Tang again, and Tang stood there, sticking his tongue out at him......

"Let us always remember this brave sheepdog, whose name is Soup, whose soul will ascend gloriously to heaven and be baptized in the holy temple of the Creator, to wash away the dust of the world and to wash away all that is past......" Salamod read the eulogy he had written last night.

Angela threw herself into her father's arms and cried, and Berlito gently patted her on the back. "Good boy—" He choked up a little.

“...... Have mercy on him, O merciful Creator, and have mercy on this soul who has suffered the blessings of misfortune and the lightness of life, and let him be forgiven in your temple and receive eternal glory and happiness. Salamod finished his long eulogy and wiped tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

Anton Salon, who finally couldn't take it anymore, threw himself down in front of Tang's grave and cried loudly. The empty grassland echoed his cries. At this moment, the cry has become a mournful and sad whirling aria, which resonates with the misery and desolation of the next world. The gentle breeze carried it farther away, and the whole world instantly closed its eyes and lowered its head in this emotion.

The grass of the prairie, gently swaying their limbs, like a choir in a church, seemed to know that a body that once carried a holy soul would rest there......

"Anton Salon!" Salamod shouted at Anton Salon, "don't weep at Ton's grave, it's a neglect of life, a groveling of death!

Anton Salon's tears had already wet the words "My Forever Friend - Tang" on Tang's tombstone. What a cruelty it is for a child to endure death!

"Anton said that the soup is my favorite to eat—the uncle's treat—barbecue!" Anrela was already crying.

"Alright!" Salamud took off the duffel bag behind his back, "I just brought the barbecue today!"

"It's not good, Mr. Salamod! on an occasion like this!" said Berlito.

"Do you know what is the most comforting thing for the dead?" Salamod asked suddenly, earnestly, the first time Anrela had seen him so serious.

"I'm sorry - I- I don't understand. Berlito bowed his head.

"The happiness of the living is the greatest consolation to the dead! If I die one day, I definitely don't want anyone to cry at my grave, if I can watch them eat a beautiful barbecue at my grave, I will be very happy!" Salamod said with a smile, he suddenly turned his head to look at the tombstone of the soup, "In this world, many people are not better than dogs, or rather, human life is not as valuable as dog life!"

Smoke rose from the grassland, and Anton Salon, Anrela, Salamod, and Berlito ate barbecue meat at Soup's grave. Anton Saron and Anrela couldn't eat anything, and Berlito barely ate a few pieces, while Salamod gulped down the barbecue and brought it to the soup grave.

"If I go to your side one day, I'll treat you to barbecue every day!" said Salamod smiling at Yu's tombstone.

Berlito looked at the scruffy middle-aged man, as if he had reacquainted himself with him.

【Ending Poem】

"Xiaomeng woke up slightly, tears filled his clothes.

If you don't see the shadow of the old time, you should know that you have seen it in your dreams.

Tired birds enter the dense forest, and mayflies sink into deep streams.

The green silk turned into snow, and the white horse was in a gap.

Sympathy is fleeting, lovesickness for many years.

The dust is self-calculated, and the mortal body is very shallow. 」