Nan stayed by the baby's bedside all day long, frowning, not thinking about tea and dinner, and getting thinner and thinner.

Nan Xiangtian saw the pain in his eyes and heart, could it really be his own mistake? It was a mistake to pick up this baby boy by himself? He tortured himself over and over again in his heart.

Nan Xiangtian has advised his wife to give up more than once. But Nan didn't seem to care about that, she decided that the baby boy was her own child, and she had to wait for him to wake up no matter what. No matter what her husband said, Nan looked at her child quietly, her face full of love.

That kind of look is clearly looking at his own flesh and blood.

"Is this fate? Why does God play such a trick on our family? The sky is unfair?" Nan Xiangtian looked up at the sky and sighed.

Immediately, he took up his bow and spear and went into the mountains to hunt.

No matter what, life goes on!

Time flies, and the years are like songs. Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past 15 years, the baby boy has not woken up for a single day, let alone regained his senses. Surprisingly, in the past fifteen years, the baby boy has not grown an inch taller, and his appearance has not changed, almost the same as the expression of falling asleep.

In him, it was as if time had stopped flowing, and there was no trace of the passage of time.

For fifteen years, Nan has been waiting by the baby boy's side, hoping to see her child wake up one day, which is her hope to live.

Nan was getting older and older, and before she knew it, wrinkles crept up her forehead, and her hair gradually turned white.

She was no longer as energetic as before, and now, exhausted, she fell asleep by the bedside.

At this time, Nan Xiangtian was banging on his waist not far in front of his thatched hut, and saw him nailing together some hard and thick wooden planks in an orderly manner, and then painting them with black paint.

He was making a coffin, but the coffin was only three feet long, and judging from its size, it should be for children.

The wood is made of more than 100-year-old mulberry trees, which Nan Xiangtian found by hunting in the deep mountains, intercepting the most solid trunk parts, and then pulling them back with the great efforts of the neighbor's big oxen.

The coffin made of it is not only waterproof, but also prevents wild beasts in the mountains from digging up the grave and destroying the body.

The matter of building a coffin for the baby boy was carried out secretly by Nan Xiangtian.

He didn't want his wife to know, and he didn't want his wife to guard a "living dead" every day. It was all too cruel for her.

And the cause of all this was a selfish thought of oneself at the beginning.

Fifteen years have passed, and Nanxiang Tianye has become old. His hair is gray, his face is covered with traces of vicissitudes, and his sideburns are thick, making him look a little sloppy. The figure is still tall, and the slightly rickety back gives people a feeling of powerlessness.

A dozen feet away, a middle-aged hunter living at the foot of the mountain returned with a fat long-horned deer on his back, which was his prey today.

Apparently he was very satisfied with today's harvest, and his face was happy, humming a little song all the way. When he looked up, he saw Nanxiangtian not far away.

"Lao Xiang, didn't you enter the mountain today?"

The middle-aged Orion was obviously familiar with Nan Xiangtian, and he opened his voice and greeted Nan Xiangtian from a distance.

However, Nanxiangtian did not echo.

Maybe it was because he was too far away to hear it, maybe he was too focused on the work in hand to hear the other party's greetings, or maybe he was old and weak, and his six senses had deteriorated.

In short, Nan Xiangtian didn't hear it, let alone reply.

"Pitiful! Pathetic, but also lamentable! What a kind family, why did God play tricks all the time to become like this? God, open your eyes! Good people should not end up in such a field. ”

The middle-aged Orion looked up to the sky and sighed, urging him to move away.

After a while, Nan Xiangtian finally put down the hammer, straightened his waist with some difficulty, and looked at the results of his nearly half a month under his feet - the small black coffin, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "I actually want to bury my own child with my own hands, and I actually built a coffin for him myself?"

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man, and there is no more bleak scene in the world than this. There seemed to be a silent mourning in the air.

Nan Xiangtian thought about how to make his wife accept the fact that the baby boy would not wake up, although it was a bit cruel, but he didn't want to see his wife grieve day after day.

"It's time to end this past!" Nan Xiangtian learned from the pain, seemed to have made great determination, and immediately turned around and dragged the tired figure towards the courtyard of his home.

"Squeak!"

When Nan Xiangtian pushed away the courtyard firewood, he had an illusion in his heart that something would happen today, and it would even be related to the fate of this family.

Nan Xiangtian quickened his pace and walked to the room, and when he saw the back of his wife sleeping on the couch, he let go of his uneasy heart.

"kid, I'm back!" Nan Xiangtian said as usual.

He brought a leather shirt sewn from fox fur and put it on his wife, caressing her gray hair lovingly.

Even though he is old, his wife is still as beautiful as ever in his heart!

This love has long transcended time and boundaries!

Although the face is old, the love is eternal!

But in the next moment, Nan Xiangtian's face suddenly froze.

When he came in, he didn't pay much attention to the situation in the room because he cared about his wife, and it wasn't until this time that he realized that the baby boy was missing?

"the kid, what's going on?" Nan Xiangtian immediately woke up his wife.

Nan looked at the empty futon with a dull expression, as if he had seen something incredible.

The baby boy, who had been sleeping for fifteen years, woke up and disappeared. And all this happened while Nan was asleep, and she apparently didn't know what was going on in the meantime.

"My child, what about my child? Who stole my child......"

Nan seemed to have been stung in the soul by a poisonous scorpion, and while covering her head, she screamed frantically and rushed out of the room.

Countless children who guarded day and night suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and you can imagine the impact of this incident on her.

"the kid!" Nan Xiangtian chased out quickly, if Nan had something long and short, he would live in self-blame.

In front of the courtyard, there are two cows and more than a dozen long-whiskered goats. They were originally brute animals that lived deep in the mountains, but they have been tamed after several years of captivity.

It turned out that Nan considered that with the increase of age, her husband's physical strength was not as good as before, and there were strange birds and beasts in the hinterland of the mountains, so in order to avoid danger to her husband, she should reduce hunting in the mountains.

Whiskered goats and cows produce goat's milk and cow's milk as a good food choice, and when the snow covers the mountains, they slaughter a few long-whiskered goats to survive the harsh winter.

"Moo, moo!"

At this time, I heard a commotion in the cowshed, and the cows and whiskered goats were jumping uneasily. Seems to be driving something.

The Nan couple had already heard the sound and rushed here.

"Could it be...... Did he really wake up?"

Thinking of all the talents, Nan Xiangtian had a bold conjecture in his heart. The idea was a bit unbelievable, but it still made him excited.

The same life is like being in a fog and not knowing where the future is.

Now, that's all about to change?