In Earth's room, Negative Qingfeng sat motionless on the bed, his eyes staring at his hands, as if he wanted to see the texture on them clearly.

The fingers were straightened, and strangely, there were no more black dots on the fingertips, but in the dark, Negative Qingfeng knew that this ability was not disappearing, but in another form.

With a stroke of his fingers, the negative Qingfeng sensed with his mind, which was subtle, but in fact, he just wanted something to appear and concentrated.

In front of the finger, a black portal, or black hole portal, appeared that could only accommodate one person.

In a flash, the negative green wind appeared on the silent and lifeless black land, everything was so taken for granted, as if it was instinctive.

Standing in this space where there is only black, Negative Qingfeng is thinking, sometimes looking at the land under his feet, sometimes looking at the white point of light in the air that seems to be close at hand and far away, Negative Qingfeng knows that the point of light is the earth.

And this piece of land is connected to the earth, every time Negative Qingfeng breathes, he feels that he is relaxing, and the two sides must have a connection that Negative Qingfeng does not know, and he is also a beneficiary.

Thinking of this, Negative Qingfeng looked more carefully, and saw that it was a white point of light, but it was this black land.

Between the point of light and the land, there is a very thin silk thread that connects the two together, and the silk thread seems to be a kind of energy, or something higher than energy.

The black land is absorbing, while the earth is giving, delusional or instinctive.

Negative Qingfeng can feel that the black land is changing, as for how it changes, he doesn't know, but his body is like bathing in warm water, feeling comfortable, frowning, things are getting more and more interesting.

In the dark, the negative green wind has a feeling that when the changes in the land gradually increase, there will be wonderful changes in itself, just a feeling, but it is extremely real, and I don't know whether it is good or bad, but how bad it can be.

The frowning brows stretched, the body was getting better, and the negative Qingfeng could feel it, he was the beneficiary, no matter how much he changed, he couldn't control it, why did he think so much.

Everything, let it be, when you should know, you will naturally know, thinking about this, Negative Qingfeng disappeared again, leaving only this lifeless and unchanged black space, Negative Qingfeng has a feeling that he will come back, this time, will not be too far.

In the early morning, the rooster crows at the dawn that has just appeared on the horizon, one after another, one after another, as if echoing each other, and as if communicating with each other and the arrival of another day.

Negative Qingfeng got up early, and he got up from the first crowing of the rooster, and he had already formed a habit.

In addition to the necessary rest, Negative Qingfeng wants to watch the world every minute and every second, greedily breathe the air of this world, and spend more time with his relatives.

Dragging his sick body, his face was still so pale, but today, Negative Qingfeng's breathing became more powerful, unlike before, when he was in pain every time he took a big breath.

When I came to the kitchen, or the place where I cooked, there was not much space, but it was enough to cook a meal, and it was not enough to make any delicacies from the mountains and seas.

In a short time, three bowls of noodles are out of the pot, and the soup served with bright red lard chili tomatoes that can smell spicy is appetizing.

Put the noodles on the table, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and he didn't have to go back to know that his grandparents had gotten up, and he was smiling, smiling very warmly, only under this rare family affection, Negative Qingfeng would melt away his expressionless face.

It's not that he doesn't like to laugh, it's that when he laughs, it touches his internal organs, and he won't have any expression unless he has to.

"Xiaofeng, tell you to rest for a long time, and you are disobedient again. ”

"Grandma, it's okay, come and have breakfast. ”

Negative Qingfeng skillfully stretched out his hand and helped his grandmother sit down, the whole action has been repeated thousands of times, but Negative Qingfeng did not get tired of it, but enjoyed the process very much.

Grandma held the hand of Negative Qingfeng, which was very rough and had lost its luster, but Negative Qingfeng felt very warm, this was his affection.

Grandma didn't say a word, but the tears in the corners of her eyes had appeared, the wrinkles in the ravines had become wet, and there were only three words left in her mouth: good child.

Negative Qingfeng is used to living like this every day, but seeing the daily sadness of his grandparents, he still feels the injustice of fate, and grandpa .........

He stretched out his hand and held his grandfather's hand, and his grandfather's other hand naturally placed on the head of the negative Qingfeng, rubbed it, his eyes were full of love, he didn't say much, but every action was full of kindness.

"Feng'er, grandpa doesn't say much about you, you know your body, do what you can. ”

"Grandpa I know, come and see if your grandson's craft has improved. ”

Negative Qingfeng smiled, but who knew the sadness hidden behind his smile.

The conversation between the grandfather and grandson is very ordinary and warm, but the mistake is that the angles of the two sides are reversed.

The gray hair and sporadic black hair prove the age of the grandfather and grandmother, but fortunately, the body is still quite strong, although the age of fifty or sixty is not riddled with diseases, and the light farm work is not a matter in the hands of the two old men.

The sun on the horizon has climbed to the top of the mountain, sprinkling selfless warmth.

Outside the door, the rocking chair under the old locust tree is swaying, the humidity of the early morning has not yet dissipated, and taking a breath of air makes people feel refreshed.

A book flips from time to time in the hands of the negative green wind, but the age of the teenager is swaying on the rocking horse, quiet and leisurely.

The two old men in the family have already gone to the field with farm tools, and Negative Qingfeng has not tried to enjoy the fun of working with the soil in the past, but after the experience of not being able to hold a hoe, Negative Qingfeng also gave up.

The old people have been living in the fields all their lives, and they can't let go, according to the words of the two elders, if they are idle and uncomfortable, they simply plant some vegetables, and the negative Qingfeng will also be able to afford the two old, even if the negative Qingfeng is fully capable of raising the two old.

More than ten years of illness did not grind Negative Qingfeng into a waste, at least it also made Negative Qingfeng learn a lot of knowledge, he did not go to school, with his physical condition, even if he stayed in school, it was a trouble, presumably no school dared to accept it, and it was always not beautiful to bump into it.

In the original plan, Negative Qingfeng would leave a lot of money, and the two elders would be enough to live a good life even after he went, but the black space and strange abilities gave Negative Qingfeng hope, if he could live, who would want to die.

The breeze blew on the face, rolling the branches and leaves of the old locust tree, and the slightest sound came into the ears from time to time, turning the pages, but the attention of the negative green wind was not on the book.

He muttered, "It's almost there." ”

As for what is fast, it is not known.