The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

When the sad Hutu smeared his face and raised his head, he froze in place.

The scenery of the Western Zhou Dynasty has completely changed. There is grass on the ground, the sky has become blue, and the original pure white space has been replaced by picturesque lawns.

The soft light of the Western Zhou Dynasty makes this place more like a scene that only appears in a dream.

"Where is this place? Where is my painting? Eh? Where is my paintbrush?" The little fox stood up in a hurry, and the paintbrush in his hand disappeared without knowing when.

The painting I worked so hard on was replaced by a dream-like scene in front of me!

Only my suona was lying quietly at my feet. The paintbrush seemed to have never existed, and it seemed as if it had completed its mission and disappeared!

Instead, it was the scene in front of me like a dream.

The little fox pinched his face blankly to make sure that he was not dreaming, and then looked at Xi Zhou carefully from left to right.

I twitched my nose and felt the smell of soil and grass. This place is more like a real world!

When a soft wind blew and the leaves rustled, the little fox turned to look at the only big tree that existed in the distance.

The huge trees are lush with leaves, and countless leaves are moving with the wind on the branches.

What is even more eye-catching is that there is a small grave under the tree, and in front of the grave there is a small tombstone.

When Hu Tutu stood up and looked at the grave, an inexplicable familiar feeling made Tu Tu burst into tears instantly, as if he had an inextricable relationship with the person buried in that grave.

Involuntarily walking towards the grave, looking at the tombstone in front of the grave.

On the tombstone that has experienced countless winds and rains, there is a line of words engraved.

Confused, he walked to the tombstone in a daze, and put his hand gently on the tombstone, as if he could feel the sadness of the person who erected the tombstone.

Looking at that line of words, Hu Tutu, who was originally full of tears, had a sluggish expression. Then he recovered, wiped his tears, looked at the tombstone in front of him and muttered in a low voice: "I can't read yet, what is written on it?" ah?"

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As if hearing the muddleheaded voice, the atmosphere in the entire space could not help but freeze for a moment.

This space probably didn't expect that Hututu who could come here is such a waste that he doesn't even know the words.

The originally sad atmosphere was a little awkward because of the muddled illiteracy.

Hu Tutu also felt the strangeness of this space. He felt as if he had been insulted. His face turned red and he calmly said, "I'm only five years old. I've stopped wetting the bed. I'll continue to do it again." Count to five...no, six!"

Stretching out a slap and giving a thumbs up, the little fox's face is full of pride!

The fact that he doesn't wet the bed is the best thing that Hu Tu can do.

Anyway, if you secretly wet the bed on a small mountain peak, only your senior brother will know about it. If you don’t tell anyone, no one will know!

As for counting things, the senior brother only started to teach himself, so it can't be regarded as the best thing to do!

For such a confident little fox, the entire space was silent for a moment, and then the big tree behind the grave swayed.

Probably he was shocked by such a confident little fox.

A leaf slowly fell from the tree and landed lightly in front of the little fox.

The little fox reached out to catch the leaf, and an image appeared on the leaf.

A stupid child stood blankly between heaven and earth, and then a very beautiful big sister stood in front of the child.

The eldest sister seemed to be saying something, while the little child who looked stupid just stared at the eldest sister in front of him and said two words.

Then the image disappeared, and the leaves turned into specks of starlight and disappeared in his hands.

Hu Tutu looked at his little paws, tried to imitate the mouth shape of that silly child, and said softly, "Mom?"

As soon as the two words were uttered, the huge tree in front of him began to shake for a while, and countless leaves began to fall with the shaking.

And among the countless leaves, bits and pieces of that silly little child and that super beautiful big sister flickered.

At this time, Hu Tutu suddenly realized that this big tree carried the memory of that silly little child and that super beautiful big sister.

These leaves are the embodiment of countless memory fragments!

Hututu suddenly remembered that Grandpa Niu once put his arms around him and looked at the stars in the sky, and told him softly about death:

This is the case with the thought of the departure of loved ones. People can die three times.

The first time is a person's physical death, the moment when he is confirmed dead.

The second time was buried amidst the cries of relatives, and disappeared from this world ever since.

The third time, and the last time, is when the last person in this world who remembers himself dies.

But here, time seems to have stopped, and thoughts have taken shape.

The longing turned into a seed, then sprouted, and a towering giant tree grew, and the memory turned into leaves, which blocked the wind and rain for this lonely small grave.

In this way, the third death will not come, and some people will always remember who is buried in this grave!

Miss silently, take root!

After regaining his senses, Hu Tutu suddenly wanted to know who was buried here, and who missed him so much!

Hu Tutu raised his paws to catch a fallen leaf. On top of that fallen leaf, the originally stupid child had grown up.

Only the back of the child could be seen, wearing a gray robe, and the back looked extremely downcast and sad.

Passing by the back, there is a small grave in the distance.

Hu Tutu, who was staring at the back, always felt that the back was very familiar. He couldn't tell where he had seen it, but it was so familiar.

"So it's the same as Tutu, a child without a mother?" Hututu muttered to himself as he watched the leaves in his hands turn into lights.

Before the last bit of leaves turned into light, the figure turned around, and the familiar face was reflected in the eyes of the little fox.

He is still young, but he has a melancholy and handsome appearance, and his expression is full of fatigue and sadness. Just looking at him makes people feel distressed.

But Hu Tutu stood there like a lightning strike, watching blankly as the leaves disappeared into his hands.

That face is too familiar to me!

How could I forget that face?

The face that made me feel the warmth of home again!

Hutu suddenly raised his head to look at the towering tree, but his puzzled eyes were full of conviction, and he murmured in a low voice:

"That's it? Daddy?"