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Chen Song buried his father in the woods in front of the gate, with the tombstone facing the courtyard gate.

In this way, if his father misses home, he can see it.

In front of the grave stood a bowl of high-pressed rice, a bowl of fat meat without soy sauce, and a glass of white wine.

Chen Suk knelt on the ground in a sackcloth, and his relatives didn't notify him. The funeral was very simple.He has only one patient with weak vital signs who was always with him when he sent his father away, and a lame dog.

got windy.

There was a commotion in the forest.

Liang Baiyu's shirt was blown up, and his long hair fluttered in the wind. He stood quietly, with a strong smell of withering and decay all over his body.

"Woo... woo... woof!"

The little black dog suddenly barked at the grave bag, as if it just realized that the human who picked it up in the field and brought it home is no longer there.

It also seems that it still doesn't understand why the human being sleeps in the soil, but it just senses the atmosphere of overly depressing sadness, and expresses its uneasiness with a cry.

Liang Baiyu knelt down and grabbed a piece of fur on the back of the little black dog's neck: "Hush."

The little black dog lay down on his shoe, wagging its tail in favor.

Liang Baiyu's gaze passed by the man wearing a white cloth with his back turned to the new grave mound that was smelling wet, and then drifted to the sky and mountains in the distance. Sisters, friends... there is always a time to part, and there is always a time to part."

It's gone, it's really gone...

Liang Baiyu patted the little black dog's head, sighing silently in the wind.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in front of him turned around and reached out to him, his voice hoarse and cracked: "Let's go, I'm going back."

He froze for a moment, and passed his hand over.

On the way home, they held hands all the time and never let go.

The custom in the village is that all the clothes of the dead should be burned.

As for the reason, some said it was bad luck to stay at home, and some said it was because they were afraid that seeing those things would make them uncomfortable.

There is also a saying that everyone will go to another world after they die, where they will live a new life and meet new friends, but they will no longer interact with us.

On the third day after his father left, Chen Song started to tidy up the house.

Liang Baiyu didn't help, he sat under the peach tree limply, not moving as much as he could, breathing very lightly and slowly.

There are some autumn and winter sweaters and trousers piled up in the yard.

They are all very old, I don't know how many years they have been worn, and they are loose and out of shape.

Liang Baiyu raised her head slightly, and in her blurry vision were the branches stretching freely, with a lot of pink sandwiched between those emerald green leaves.

It was a plump little flower bud.

In a few days, it will be opened one after another.

Footsteps could be heard in the main room, and Liang Baiyu's head was tilted to that side.

The man took out a pile of spring and summer clothes. His face was haggard. His forehead was the wound he accidentally bumped into the corner of the cabinet when he was looking for a shroud for his father. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was nothing unusual about him. Let’s get to work As sharp and steady as ever.

What lies beneath the surface of the silent glacial lake?

do not know.

Perhaps a torrent of terror, a vortex.

Maybe it's just a little devil secretly hiding in the water and crying loudly.

The dry cloth burns quickly, and in a blink of an eye it becomes a big fire.

The smell of mold and mothballs, as well as the story of each piece of clothing, disappeared with this fire.

The chickens, ducks and geese in the yard ran back to the fence, not daring to get too close to the fire.

The little black dog was quite courageous, and did not run away, but still slept soundly at Liang Baiyu's feet.

Liang Baiyu looked at the fire, and suddenly said: "Where is the radio, do you want to burn it to your father too?"

Chen Suo paused.

"Your dad likes to listen to music." Liang Baiyu said, "Give it to him."

Chen Song turned around: "Recently you have to listen to it every night when you sleep..."

Liang Baiyu interrupted: "You can sing for me."

Chen Suone and the person under the peach tree looked at each other for a few moments, then went back to the house to get the radio.

Liang Baiyu coughed a few times, took out the watch in his pocket, and said to himself: "Bodhisattva's father thinks I'm an eyesore."

"It's too naive, the underworld is so big, can it be so easy to meet?" Liang Baiyu didn't finish his mouth, so he pursed his lips and put the watch on his eyes , as if you can see scenes related to this watch through the dial.

Liang Baiyu's whole body suddenly became numb.

The watch fell down his face and landed in his arms.

He can't move.

Last time this symptom lasted almost 2 minutes.

this time……

Liang Baiyu counted in his heart, from 1 to 50, 100, 200. He didn't move his fingers until 300 seconds had passed.

Come alive again.

Chen Suone burned the radio and walked under the peach tree: "The smoke is so heavy that you will choke on it."

"It's okay." Liang Baiyu pointed to the side, and Chen Suone sat there, leaning against the peach tree and lighting a cigarette.

Liang Baiyu reached out to catch the leaf falling from the man's shoulder, and he put it to his mouth, gently holding it between his bloodless lips.

There is a sad and gentle ditty flowing out slowly.

Occasionally there will be a cock crowing.

His legs sank.

The little mediation between Liang Baiyu's lips stopped.

The man leaned against him, facing inside, breathing heavily on his abdomen.

Fell asleep.

Liang Baiyu took the small half of the cigarette from the man's mouth, bit the saliva-soaked butt with his teeth, took a puff slowly, and exhaled a cloud of white mist.

The waist was suddenly bound.

Liang Baiyu raised her head to smoke, and gently stroked the back of the man's neck with her hand, like soothing a big dog, kneading it once and for all.

Not long after, the force on Liang Baiyu's waist eased a lot.

This is a sign of feeling safe.

sense of security……

An Alpha can actually avoid the instinctive guidance of pheromone, and obtain it from a Beta that cannot be marked or fully possessed, just like a baby soaked in amniotic fluid, which has nothing to do with sex and desire.

It does not conform to the law of the second gender, it is out of place and should not exist.

That is to say, no one pays attention to this phenomenon in remote mountain villages. If it is in a big city, it will cause shock to some extent.

If the impact is too great, in all likelihood, they will be taken by the government to draw a few tubes of blood, and then locked up for observation and study.

This is a society where the relationship between the second gender is still improving.

People at the bottom of the big cities are running around for their livelihood, and they are already tired of living. No one wants to know who is in heat on the street today, whose glands are infected, and whose pheromones have mutated... But the high-level people will invest a lot of money and manpower To pay attention to those is in the name of contributing to society and the country.

Whether it is moral or immoral, there is inhumanity.

There is a lot of rain in spring, and there are waves of people digging bamboo shoots up the mountain, and they go home with baskets and baskets from dawn to dusk.

Don’t be afraid that it will be spoiled if you can’t finish it. You usually eat a small part of it now, and cut most of the rest into strips or slices.

Dried bamboo shoots can be stuffed in bags and hung on the wall for a long time, and they are delicious no matter what.

There are also many mushrooms and fungus growing in the mountains.

People who were born and bred here can tell which ones are poisonous and which ones are not, so they swarmed to make a big sweep.

After a heavy rain, the water in the fields below the mountain will overflow.

Liang Baiyu was sitting on the hillside rubbing mud and playing.

Chen Song stood beside him, looking down at the adults and children who were catching fish in the fields.

Life in a mountain village away from the hustle and bustle is full of tastes, but it has nothing to do with them.

Chen Song suddenly said, "Let's go."

Liang Baiyu's tone was filled with displeasure: "I just came here."

"What I said is, get out of here." Chen Song stared at his hair, "Get out of this village."

Liang Baiyu built a mud house, and he found mud to pinch the roof: "No."

The hand was caught, and the mud between the fingers was also picked off.

Immediately afterwards, his hands, wrapped in faded camouflage, wiped.

Chen Song tore away the silk scarf tied around his left wrist.

Liang Baiyu's eyelids twitched.

"I thought you were allergic at first." Chen Song looked at his exposed glands, "I dreamed that you were just allergic."

Liang Baiyu said: "Then you will treat me as allergic..."

"Do you want me to hypnotize myself?" Chen Suone's eyes soon became bloodshot and red, "Or just watch your glands gradually fester?"

Liang Baiyu turned his head to look at the mountains and rivers, and answered the question: "I finally came back."

With that voice, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The grass is dirty.

Liang Baiyu skillfully took out the medicine bottle and poured out a pill in front of Chen Suone. He didn't swallow it, but bit a small piece.

That's why he walked through winter and saw spring.

After taking the medicine, it will be gone. He has been sparing to take it, and lasted for several days with one pill, so he can't die happily and can't live happily until now.

The choices you make, you bear the consequences.

Chen Suone's breathing was stagnant. He had already checked the medicine bottle while Liang Baiyu was asleep, and had a rough guess, but he could only bear the torment in his heart day by day, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Now Chen Suone wiped the blood from the corner of Liang Baiyu's mouth with his sleeve, and his voice was soft as if coaxing: "You still have medicine."

"No more." Liang Baiyu didn't say what he wanted to hear.

Chen Suone's facial muscles were stiff, and his voice was lower: "I remember when I brought you medicine last year, there was a whole drawer."

Liang Baiyu screwed on the medicine bottle: "It's really gone."

Chen Song straightened his hair: "Then where is your medicine prescribed? I'll take you there."

Liang Baiyu threw the bitten pills back into the bottle. Last year Zhao Wenxiao said something similar, but he ignored it, but this time he gave an answer.

"It's too late," he said.

Chen Song stared at him for a moment: "It's too late, you tell me..."

Liang Baiyu shook his head and repeated word for word: "It's too late."

At the foot of the mountain, some child who had been in charge of the family for a long time was standing at the door, calling his parents to come home for dinner with a childish voice.

The tranquility of the ordinary years cannot be blown to the mountains.

What Chen Suone was saying, his expression was extremely painful, Liang Baiyu couldn't hear or see clearly, the sound of the wind blowing the mountains and forests was getting farther and farther away from his world, he looked at Chen Suone drowsily : "Are you... in love with me?"

This is the second time Liang Baiyu asked this question.

When he asked for the first time, his eyes were bright and charming, and the answer he wanted was written in his eyes, hoping that the listeners would satisfy him.

This time his eyes were not very focused, and there was still an answer he wanted to hear in his eyes.

Chen Suone held Liang Baiyu's hands and placed them on his face, leaning closer to his forehead, just as he wished that time.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, I love you."

"I love you, I love you..." Chen Suone said over and over again, with surging and sincere love in his breath, he choked up and begged, "You love me too, you love me too..."

don't leave me...please...