Eating one sheet a day can last for two days, and eating half a sheet a day is four days. His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even distinguish himself, and he tugged at his chapped lips and laughed.

  There was no water left, so he picked up the snow in his blood-stained hands and swallowed it with the bread. He chewed hard, his numb lips unable to distinguish between bread and ice, like tiny blades.

  He stood up again, silently facing the suspension bridge, and it grew dark.

  "You're so stubborn. ”

  "Ask Mr. to pass on my royal skills. ”

  "How do you know I have the art of kingship?"

  "I've heard about sir. I've been looking for a long time for sir's whereabouts. ”

  "Do you know what the art of the royal road is?"

  "Yes. ”

  "Then you think I'll teach you?"

  "I can wait. ”

  "You won't have to wait long, you're going to die. ”

  The old man raised his hand, and the attendants quietly carried the sedan chair out. This time, the old man did not set up a small table of oil umbrellas and warm wine at the door, and the weather became colder and colder, and a fierce wind passed through the deep valley rapidly, like the roar of a wild beast in the northern mountains, and then rolled upside down. The red plum was scattered, and the petals were covered with layers of snow, and only the stumps were left lying there, like ghost claws.

  The last half of the dough was finished, and the inside of the belly seemed to be cut inch by inch by a knife. The young man sat in the snow and rubbed his legs and arms vigorously, and now he did not dare to stand still, but kept rubbing his hands and feet. He knew that if he didn't rub it, his hands and feet might freeze, and he didn't want to be a person without hands and feet, and he would have to go a long way in the future.

  He tried to smile again to encourage himself, but suddenly he found that he couldn't laugh anymore, his face spasmed, and the muscles of his cheeks were frozen in the cold wind.

  The old man raised his hand, and the black-clothed attendants stopped the sedan chair under the eaves.

  "A child, you know too much," the old man looked up, and the only remaining eye had a piercing cold light in it, "kill him!"

  No one answered him, and the black-clothed attendants silently carried the sedan chair into the hut.

  The sound of the sea came back to his ears, and he heard the waves of the rising tide rolling up again, like thunder far away.

  He stretched out his hand with all his might, to touch the warm tide, the water flowing through his fingers, warm and comfortable. He turned his head sideways and fell on the beach, the hermit crab washed by the waves spitting bubbles on his back, someone caressing the top of his head, and the familiar laughter was so distant and clear.

  "I saw her town yesterday. ”

  "I'm scared, will I be like that in many years? But it's strange that her smile is still as happy as when she was younger, as if she didn't know that she was going to die. ”

  "I wanted to swim after her, and she told me that the current roared through the coral hole in the depths of the sea, much stronger than the strongest wind in the sky......"

  "Will you come with me?"

  It's silent.

  He opened his eyes, and the full moon hung on the top of the old plum tree, and he was half buried in the snow, and there was no laughter, only the sound of the wind, and no seawater, only the piercing snow. He had just fallen asleep, and the young man was frightened, and he knew that he would die if he slew. He struggled to get up, but his whole body was already stiff, only the heat in his heart seemed to be a little bit left, and he lay there on his back, and saw the big black birds passing by in the night sky, as if he had taken a fancy to his dead food.