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The white circle is buried in the black earth, as if it were a human skull, but much smaller than an adult skull.

He thrust his hands into the dirt with trembling hands, digging it out, his body froze suddenly, and the boiling blood seemed to drop to freezing point, which was nothing more than a white stone.

"Xiao Er, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Brother Li said with a sad face, and took the hand of the goddess again: "My brother is not evil, you can save him." ”

"Second boy, do I have anything in this vegetable field?" the goddess first signaled to Brother Li not to panic, then touched his head, and asked kindly, extremely familiar and unfamiliar.

"I ...... I don't know ......."

He clung to the white stone, stood up suddenly, his body swayed, and the feeling of exhaustion, hunger, and pain came up like a tide in an instant, but it was not as deep and heavy as the disappointment in his heart, but he didn't know what he was disappointed about?

He walked out of the house and covered his eyes with his hands, the sun was shining between his fingers, and the sun rose as usual, giving off a warm glow, and the fog that hung over the small village gradually dissipated, and the smoke of the houses rose. It was a very ordinary morning that had been repeated a thousand times in his life, and from now on, day and night, he would spend it like this, but he felt nightmarish fear.

Despondent, he returned home, sat down at the table, had breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and kept grasping the stone that looked like a child's skull, and the sun went down again, but tomorrow it would rise again.

Woniu Village is too small, life is too bland, everything spreads as fast as the wind, and soon everyone knows that Li Erlang is crazy and comes to visit. After seeing it, he sighed, saying that his relationship with the old cow was too deep, and he couldn't bear the blow for a while, so he developed hysteria.

In the middle of the moon, he finally got up from the table, walked out of the door, walked to the ancient well in the village, sat on the moss-covered bluestone, and gazed into the well.

The well water quietly reflects the bright moon. The emaciated face of a teenager is reflected, full of confusion. What the hell is wrong with me? Is it just because of that dream? But even though the dream has drifted away like smoke, the feeling in the dream still lingers.

It's the fierceness of the ambition, the struggle. It's laughter, indulgence, love, and mortality!

His expression contorted, his scarred hand gripping the white stone tightly.

"Erlang, you...... Don't move, it's easy to say anything, the cow can't be resurrected after death......" Brother Li's voice trembled, for fear that he was going to throw himself into the well. Arbitrarily persuaded.

"Bastard, you're crazy! Life can't go by, your father and mother died early, and I pulled you so big with a handful of and urine. You're just doing that to me!" Sister-in-law Li yelled, sobbing as she spoke.

The barking of dogs resounded throughout the village, and every house was lit up. The villagers woke up from their sleep and after a while. They all gathered around the well, and adults and children, men and women, persuaded him to not think about it.

His gaze crossed the crowd, over Woniugang, over the endless 100,000 mountains, the word "Qingshan" suddenly jumped into his mind, like a flash of inspiration, he lowered his head and muttered: "Qingshan!"

"Big brother, where is the money from the sale of cattle?"

After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and asked.

"You...... You wait, I'll go get it!" Brother Li rushed out of the crowd and quickly brought the blanket containing the silver money and handed it to him.

He looked at the few ingots of broken silver, shining silver in the moonlight, he put the stone in his hand, and suddenly stood up, and the crowd fell silent, and a pair of eyes looked at him.

He looked around, chose a direction, and walked out of the village.

The crowd was calmed by his expression, did not dare to stop it, separated the two sides, and watched his figure disappear into the moonlight.

Brother Li and sister-in-law Li wanted to step forward to stop them, but they suddenly stopped, and a strange expression appeared on their faces.

At first, his steps were heavy, and he didn't know where he was going. Gradually, however, his steps became lighter and brisker, and by the bright moonlight, he strode forward along the path that was about to be flooded with wild grass.

After walking all night, he walked into the town, and the sky was already bright, and he stood in front of a butcher's shop, a huge cow's head, hanging on a meat rack, with a broken horn. The bull's eyes are round and open, and they have lost their usual luster, and they are confused. Flies flutter and linger, as if to add a few more boring footnotes to the death of this mediocre livestock.

However, he clearly felt that those blank eyes were watching him, and with that familiar and warm gaze, he suddenly felt that his face was moist, and before he knew it, he had burst into tears.

"Little brother, what kind of meat do you want to buy, I just killed a big bullock yesterday, and I still have a lot of good meat left!" asked the butcher shop with some strange feelings.

He pointed to the bull's head.

A moment later, the butcher watched him go with a strange gaze, and he greeted the morning light, the sun gilding his tall figure with a huge bull's head behind him.

The bull's head was heavy, and together with the white stone in the blanke, it weighed heavily on its body. And the dream seems to be no longer ethereal, it has become weighty and clear!

Time flies, and the stars change.

The boy became a man, the man became an old man, and he traveled all over the mountains and rivers, but the scene in the dream never appeared, but he still refused to stop, and kept looking and looking!

Finally, one day, he reached the top of the mountain, stopped, and his once tall body was clumsy, his clothes were even more ragged, and only the skull of the bull's head was left on his back, and the white stone was rubbed as smooth as bone, but it was heavier than before.

He looked back at the road he had traveled on the way he had come, and how many times he had had been able to stop and enjoy peace and joy, instead of being like this, drinking all the wind and frost and having nothing.

He couldn't help but have a thought, maybe he shouldn't have come out, maybe he had gone crazy decades ago, so he saw Woniu Village again, and saw that he was also old and grandchildren, enjoying his old age in peace.

Do you regret it?

He took off the yellowed cow skull on his back with his old hands, slowly put it on his face, supported it with one hand, and took out the white stone that was warm and warm by his body with the other hand, stared at it for a long time, and suddenly laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, mixed with a violent cough, coughing up blood in one mouth, and dying his snow-white beard.

With a thud, the laughter stopped abruptly, he fell to the ground, looked at the vast sky, and said, "Regret the fart!"

Death surged up and sank into the infinite darkness, and suddenly, a butterfly flew in the infinite darkness, with an indescribable array of colors, flowing patches of equally indescribable paint, staining the black curtain.