I am a primitive

Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly found that Brother Cheng's eyes were open, and he didn't seem to be half asleep.

"Brother Cheng, go back to the kang and sleep, don't be frozen."

Bai Xuemei shouted softly.

Han Cheng, who had been sitting there without moving, turned his head when he heard Bai Xuemei's shout, looked at Bai Xuemei and smiled and said, "Go to sleep, I don't doze off, so don't worry about me."

"Fortune General...Fortune General has improved after drinking the medicine, and you are tired even if you hold him. Why don't you put him in the nest and let him sleep well..."

Bai Xuemei set her eyes on Fu Jiang in Han Cheng's arms and said so.

She felt that Brother Cheng didn't go to sleep on the kang because of Fu Jiang, so she wanted Brother Cheng to put Fu Jiang back in the nest, so that Brother Cheng could go to sleep well.

"General Fu is dead..."

Han Cheng said calmly.

"General Fu... is dead?"

Bai Xuemei didn't realize the meaning of Han Cheng's words at the beginning. After a while, she finally realized that she was stunned...

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The heavy snow stopped, and the sun drilled out of the clouds, bursting out with many rays of light.

The bright sun shone on the snow, brightening the surrounding light.

Turning his head and looking around, there are white flowers everywhere, dazzling eyes.

On the hillside behind the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng put Fujiang, who was in a sleeping position, into the dug pit with his own hands.

There are quite a few people standing on the side.

Wu was getting old, and it was snowing again at this time, and the hillside was very slippery, so Han Cheng didn't let him come up.

But apart from Wu, the big brother, Heiwa, Shitou and others all came over.

As the earliest dog in the tribe, Fu Jiang's status is naturally different from that of the other dogs in the tribe.

With the passage of time and the development of the tribe, people will gradually feel that the old people are valuable.

Even the dog who lived with everyone and witnessed the development of the tribe together became unforgettable.

Not only people from the Qingque tribe came here, but also many dogs from the tribe.

As the first dog in the tribe, the rest of the dogs in the tribe are descendants of Fu Jiang.

Although with the subsequent development and the conscious intervention of the people in the tribe, the dogs in the tribe are not as obvious in classification as the wolves outside, but this kind of thing still exists to some extent.

When Fu Jiang started, he was the king of dogs in the tribe.

After getting old, because of the intervention of Han Cheng and other Qingque tribe members, Fu Jiang still has a lot of dominance over the dogs in the tribe.

Animals are also psychic, and often feel sad because of the death of their own kind.

At this time, General Fu died, and many dogs from the tribe came over.

Standing aside and looking at the Fu Jiang in the pit, he whimpered.

Han Cheng stood here and watched quietly for a while, then he shoveled up a piece of soil with a copper shovel without saying a word, and filled it in the pit.

Seeing Han Cheng burying Fu Jiang, Tietou who was standing beside him wanted to help, but Shitou, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, stretched out his hand to hold him back.

After such a scene, no one around wanted to reach out to help.

Everyone stood here quietly, watching the son of God shovel by shovel and shovel after shovel to fill the pit amidst the wailing of some dogs.

The soil fell down one after another, and after a while, Fu Jiang was covered by the soil and disappeared.

Han Cheng's movements didn't stop, and he continued to fill in the soil one copper shovel after another.

The pit was filled, and a dirt bag less than one meter high was formed on it.

Han Cheng found some more stones and covered them on the soil bag.

When doing these things, Han Cheng never said a word.

"Let's go, go back, it's so cold."

After finishing these things by hand, Han Cheng stood here watching for a while, and said this to everyone present.

As he spoke, everyone present began to turn around.

After burying the lucky general, Han Cheng walked back with the copper shovel, Han Cheng seemed very calm, and he did not feel the sadness he imagined.

He himself was somewhat surprised by his current state and reaction.

This kind of reaction of Han Cheng fell into the eyes of Shitou, Senior Senior Brother and some elders of the Qingque tribe, which made them somewhat relieved.

As the elders of the tribe, they knew that Shenzi was a nostalgic person, and they also knew how high a status the lucky general who had just died, dug and buried by Shenzi himself had in Shenzi's heart.

Han Cheng returned to the tribe's courtyard, put down the copper shovel in his hand, washed his hands and face with hot water, stayed here for a while, and then returned to the room.

When he walked into the main entrance and walked into the bedroom, Han Cheng couldn't help but look behind the door.

Behind the door is Fu Jiang's kennel, which is still lined with straw and old leather.

Fujiang likes to lie down in the kennel when the weather is cold.

Now, the kennel is empty, without a single dog.

In the past, as soon as he heard his footsteps, he could not wait to run out to greet him, and the dog who jumped and jumped was gone.

The dog who followed me since he was a child, was raised by him, and accompanied me for so many years, really disappeared, completely left me!

It was not until this time that Han Cheng fully realized this cruel fact as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Emotions suddenly lost control at this moment, and tears welled up all at once.

Han Cheng stood in the room, facing the empty kennel, crying like rain.

Bai Xuemei came back from the outside with her three children, and she was stunned when she saw Han Cheng's state.

In her impression, Brother Cheng had never cried.

Brother Cheng has always been a very godly person and knows a lot, as if everything can't help him.