I don't remember how I walked back with Philip's body in my arms.

It was as if I was stepping on the clouds along the way, until I saw the plane tree that Philip liked to rest on weekdays, and I fell from the clouds to the world, and I only felt the weight of the weight under my feet.

I carried Philip to the plane tree, and sat down with a loss of strength, my face already cold.

Although I had been mentally prepared before, when Philip really left me, I realized that the grief of losing the moment could not be relieved at all.

My mind went blank, and I didn't even pay attention to my mother's return.

"Know the truth, life and death are constant, don't be attached. My mother comforted me.

I cried so hard that my tears fell one after another, but I didn't say anything, and only after a while I asked my mother, "If Philip left me today, will my mother leave me in the future?"

My mother just looked at me with pity: "Don't be persistent. ”

I don't know what it means to be attached, but I don't want to lose Philip right now.

With tears in my eyes, I saw a teenager standing next to my mother. Although I don't know his identity, as the first outsider to step into the mountain realm, he was brought back by his mother himself, and he must be an extremely important person.

The mother will definitely entertain the young man today, and she will not go to the ashram for retreat at the first time.

I carried Philip's corpse into a gust of wind and walked away. My mother thought I was going to hide somewhere else and be sad, but I turned around halfway and sneaked into my mother's retreat, where I was looking for something - retrospective.

Retrospective is a relic left by my grandmother to my mother, there are often delusions in life, and retrospective is the only artifact that can satisfy these delusions, as long as I convey these reluctant concerns to retrospective, retrospective can keep Philip for me.

My mother never allowed me to go back. My mother always told me that everything is in order, and I have to accept it calmly.

But I really can't take it.

The sword flashed, and the palms were already bleeding.

Spiritual power is the guide, blood is the sacrifice, and time goes back. Every bit of my past with Philip unfolded before my eyes.

Philip was timid by nature, and always followed me at my feet when I first arrived at the mountain, and I couldn't leave anyone at all.

I have to follow when I go up the mountain, I have to chase down the river, I have to look at the tree, and I have to follow the ground in a hurry when I fly around in the sky.

Later, I became familiar with the mountains and began to follow me to do evil in the mountains, catching fish, rabbits, chickens, and butterflies.

But no matter how much fun I had, as soon as I whistled, Philip would come rushing towards me.

Since then, the long years in the mountains have finally been consumed.

Philip gave me a lot of company, but I didn't spend much time with her.

Sometimes I go into retreat for a month or two, but whether it's a cold winter or a month or a month in May or June, as soon as I finish my retreat, I can see Philip waiting for me outside as soon as I come out, and touching his head at that time is a reward.

There are no years in the mountains, and there have been years in the world. When I was still concentrating on my cultivation, Philip was already old, and gradually he didn't like to run, and he couldn't go far to go out to play.

When I took Philip out to stare at the fish, the rabbit, and the chickens and butterflies, he only looked at them a few times with little interest, and would not chase them as excitedly as before.

For the first time, I realized that Philip might be leaving me.

I stopped retreating and no longer going down the mountain to play, and began to accompany Philip day and night, trying to take him out to play, but Philip didn't have any energy, just followed me cowardly, and more often just lay on the ground.

I touched Philip's head and felt very worried, so I thought about my mother's ashram to see if there was any way, and then I saw the traceback.

With my Spirit, reshape Philip.

The blood moths drawn from the palms of his hands rushed towards the retrospective like a flame, making the original jet-black ring red and black, black and red, as if the retrospective itself was gulping down the blood.

The fragments of getting along with Philip flashed in my mind like a marquee, and finally I was frozen in the early years of that year, when I went down the mountain, I took shelter from the rain under the eaves, and saw a small ball of hair that was wet under the eaves, and I couldn't shake my hair.

"Is it also here because its mother is away?" I thought.

I buried it under the plane tree that Philip liked the most.

The burial pit was dug by my hands one at a time, and the blood mixed with the dirt, accompanied by my scent, Philip would have been happier.

Having buried Philip, I have more important things to do.

I was about to get up and leave, but I heard footsteps behind me, and I was afraid of being discovered by my mother, so I turned back tremblingly to find that behind me was the boy who had returned with my mother.

I put my hands behind my back without a trace: "It's late at night, what are you doing here?"

The young man didn't mind my almost questioning tone, and replied to me seriously: "I hear the movement, come out and take a look." ”

"I'm burying Philip and bothering you. I knew that I was disturbing others, so my tone couldn't help but be gentle, "Don't forget that the mountain is protected by a magic circle, there will be no danger, you don't have to worry." ”

"Your hand, it's hurt. ”

I subconsciously wanted to hide my hands behind me, but he had already seen it, and he couldn't help but laugh at it. I simply stretched my hand forward, and the wound that had been cut was no longer bleeding, and the wound mixed with mud and sand looked not so conspicuous.

"It's just looking dirty. "I'm going to make a haha to fool him, "I don't have the tools to dig the soil, so I can only dig by hand, maybe I accidentally scratched the skin." ”

"Why aren't you crying?"

The boy asked a strange question.

"Why am I crying?"

"A wound on the hand that is so deep should be painful. ”

Hey, it's still been discovered.

"Do you want to cry when it hurts?" I don't think so, the pain of flesh and skin is not unbearable for me.

"When I was a child, my sister would cry for a while when she bumped into it, and I had to coax her to stop crying slowly...... I thought the girls were all the same as my sister. He spoke with a flat expression, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but all I heard was his endless longing for his sister.

"No, there are girls like me, this kind of wound will not even frown. "Although I have a hard mouth, but somehow, I suddenly envy his sister, it turns out that someone can coax someone to pet her if she is injured.

"You have injuries on both hands, and it is inconvenient for you to treat them, if you believe me, I can help you. ”

Maybe the young man in the moonlight was too sincere, and I really went with him.

I followed him all the way to his room, and the boy walked in calmly, leaving me without leaving me a moment to be embarrassed.

They are all standing at the door, and now it is even more embarrassing to walk away, there is no way, I have no choice but to walk in.

The boy motioned for me to sit down, he had prepared hot water, soaked the handkerchief in the hot water, and then took it out and wrung some out.

He held the handkerchief in one hand and stretched out his hand to me.

？

"Give me your hand. ”

"Oh. "I honestly stretched out my hands.

"Wipe your right hand first. ”

I put my left hand back.

I swear, I didn't expect to be so obedient in my lifetime.

If Philip could be half as obedient as me when wiping his paws, I would be able to smile at Jiuquan.

But seeing the young man in front of me holding my hand, holding a handkerchief and carefully avoiding my wounds, and slowly wiping away the mud and sand mixed with blood in my hands, I suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with being obedient.

After wiping my right hand and wiping my left hand, when the whole basin of hot water had turned into a basin of steaming blood, I realized that I had shed so much blood.

No wonder I've been dizzy, looking at the people in front of me and feeling extraordinarily good-looking.

"The wound is too deep, mixed with a lot of mud and sand, and I have to wipe it again, it will be more painful later, bear with it. The boy went out with blood to change the water.

"I didn't feel pain, but when you said it, it hurt a lot. I held up two white paws, "You'll have to do it later." ”

"Hmm. ”