In the hut, wooden Tong is frozen and the body is lying on the ground. Shan Qiulin lives in a simple place, but there is no place for poplar.

Mu Tong's life is fixed at the moment when she blocks the knife for Jiang Shan. Even now, she still has a faint smile on her face.

That smile is so happy, that smile is so free and easy, that smile is so peaceful.

She is very young, even in terms of the age of the earth China is not really mature, but she has gone through her life, her life is very short, but so brilliant.

After the poplar left, Shan Qiulin did not move, facing the top, there was no one to drink wine, has been drinking.

When the wine jar was empty three times again, he sighed deeply. Then he got up and groped to the side of Mutong's body. He gently picked it up and put it in the place where he lay before him.

Sitting on the ground beside Mutong's body, Shan Qiulin is silent for a long time.

Love to the extreme is insipid, put down is persistent, sad or bitter, or helpless, when these emotions reach the extreme, the rest is just calm.

"Xiao Tong..."

Shan Qiulin can't see Mu Tong's face. He calls softly, but the people around him can't answer any more.

The corner of his mouth pulled, and Shan Qiulin tried to squeeze out a smile on his face. He sighed again and said to himself: "Xiaotong, I will not let you leave my side, I will not leave you, I will always accompany you, you will not be lonely again, because elder martial brother will accompany you..."

Shan Qiulin this night has been accompanied by Mu Tong, said a lot of words, but the people around him can not respond.

Once frozen in the bottom of his heart, the picture echoed in his mind again. When they were young, they were dependent on each other. Later, they learned art after becoming a teacher.

Those pictures, before this for a long time, Shan Qiulin did not dare to recall, it was the most precious and beautiful period of his life.

Now, recollection is still so beautiful, but only left endless sad helpless

After leaving the thatched cottage, the white poplar looked at the night sky for a long time and was in a daze.

Snowflakes falling, so beautiful, so cold.

Light a cigarette for himself, but the poplar forgot to smoke. The smoke quickly dissipated in the cold wind, until a cigarette was burned out, he suddenly reacted.

Walking towards the distance, feet crunching on the snow, leaving footprints quickly covered by snow.

Mind empty, poplar walked back to their own courtyard snow at night.

The snow around the courtyard is clean, two lanterns hang high at the door, and the soft light illuminates the small place.

Under the lantern, the kitten stood quietly at the door, smiling and looking forward to the dark place in the distance.

When the figure of poplar appeared in her sight, her eyes became extremely happy. She squinted like a crescent moon. She quickly stepped forward to the poplar, stroked the snow on the poplar and said, "young master, I'm ready for the bath water..."

In the wind and snow, Baiyang stops, looks at the kitten beside him, smiles, opens his arms tightly, tightly embraces her in the bosom, the head buries in her hair, smells the kitten's body's smell, feels her body's temperature, all is so precious for the poplar, so infatuated.

In the world, many things wait until they are lost to understand how important it is. My kitten is still there, has always been, will always be, will always be!

In my heart, poplar held the kitten more tightly.

Baiyang's action let the kitten some unknown, so, stupefied for a moment, he leaned against the poplar's arms, slightly closed his eyes and said, "what's the matter with you, young master?"

"Cat, I'm ok, let me hold you," the poplar whispered.

Kitten don't know what's wrong with poplar. She doesn't ask. She whispers, leans on Poplar's arms and closes her eyes.

In the wind and snow, they hugged each other tightly, and the cold wind and snow could not disperse the warmth between them.

After half an hour, they were almost covered with snow. The poplar raised his head and led the cat's hand to the yard. Neither of them spoke.

Silence is better than sound

Back in the courtyard, the kitten serves the white poplar to wash and gargle. Her movements are gentle, meticulous and meticulous. Even her manner and action have made serving Baiyang the most important thing in her life.

From the beginning to the end, poplar said nothing, but his sight did not leave the kitten's face.

Kitten doesn't know what Baiyang has gone through, but she can feel it. Her young master's eyes are full of himself at this time. She feels very happy and happy.

After washing up, the kitten puts on the clothes for Baiyang, which is caused by his mind. He takes the cat's hand and goes to the bedroom and says, "cat, sit down"

blinking, the kitten sits down obediently and sits on the dresser beside him.

Gazing at the kitten under the lamp, Bai Yang picked up an eyebrow pencil on the dresser and said, "don't move the cat, master help you with your eyebrows"

"young master..." The kitten wants to get up, but she doesn't move when she sees the look of Bai Yang's firm expectation.Poplar carefully help kitten eyebrow top, very serious, meticulous, and even the technique makes countless women blush.

Kitten was born beautiful, when Baiyang finished her make-up, it was more beautiful.

"My cat is so beautiful, it is the most beautiful in the world, there is no one that can be replaced." staring at the cat's face, the poplar could not see enough and muttered to himself.

At this moment, the kitten felt that even if he died immediately, he had no regrets. The word "young master" came out from the bottom of his heart. He was very light and light. He was full of happiness and gently leaned against the poplar's arms.

Two people hugged each other again, no one spoke, quietly, quietly, the taste of happiness flowing.

Finally, poplar slowly gets up and leads the kitten to the bed. The closer you get, the redder the kitten's cheek

This night, poplar just hugged the kitten to sleep, and kept holding it for fear that she would suddenly leave. The cat was funny. The young master seemed to be a little child. However, he was so attached to himself that he was really good

The experience of the three people in Tongjiang mountain, a forest in Shanqiu, has greatly touched the poplar, which can not be described by words.

The next day, poplar opened his eyes and saw the kitten's bright big eyes staring at himself.

With a smile, he said, "good morning, cat"

"young master, it's not too early," she said with some embarrassment.

Originally wanted to quietly get up to help Baiyang cook the food, but poplar put his arm around her waist and moved gently. The sleeping poplar frowned in panic, and the kitten trembled in his heart, so he did not move, waiting for poplar to wake up.

Next two people get up, kitten to serve poplar wash gargle, cook for him, from beginning to end, poplar is not separated, has been accompanied by her side.

After dinner, poplar heart moved, pulling the kitten to the door of the yard.

Open the door, single autumn stands outside the door, still dressed in hemp, still black cloth with blindfold, still a face calm.

Feeling the poplar coming out, Shan Qiulin said quietly, "Laobai, I want to make a coffin for Xiaotong with the pith in the cave!"

The so-called pith is the kind of emerald green crystal that produces Longyuan. It is a kind of extremely precious thing. Although it can't compare with Fengxue, jinlongxuemu, it is also a rare natural material and treasure.

"Good," poplar replied without hesitation.

Cut a piece from the pith that produces Longyuan. I don't know if poplar will destroy the breeding of Longyuan. It doesn't matter.

He originally wanted to give the coffin to Shan Qiulin, but after thinking about it, he did not open his mouth. Shan Qiulin wanted to bury Mu Tong. Bai Yang felt that he should not do anything unnecessary.

"Thank you very much," Shan Qiulin nodded and went deep into the valley.

Cutting a piece from a whole pith didn't destroy the formation of Longyuan. Shan Qiulin made a coffin with his own hands. There was not so much carving, and the coffin was very simple.

There is no loud and loud crying. In the calm, poplar and kitten quietly watch Shan Qiulin bury Mutong.

At the edge of Shan Qiulin's thatched cottage in the deep valley, Shan Qiulin uses his hands to pick up the ice and snow, dig up the soil, bury Mu Tong, and build a small tomb pile with the soil in his hand.

There is no monument, just a small solitary grave. Baiyang knows that Mu Tong's everything is deep in the heart of Qiulin, and the tombstone is meaningless.

When Shan Qiulin closed the lid of the coffin at that moment, poplar will never forget Shan Qiulin's bitter mouth.

The new grave stands well, poplar single autumn forest kitten three people stand in front of the grave, no one speaks.

Kitten tightly holds the poplar's hand, the whole person is shaking, the eyes are full of crystal clear tears.

Mu Tong, Jiang Shan and Shan Qiulin are involved in the dispute between them. She also understands why Bai Yang behaves like that after leaving yesterday.

Young master is afraid of losing me

"Young master, kittens will never leave you!" This is the way in the cat's heart.

Three people stand in front of the grave, no one speak, let the cold wind whistling, snow falling.

Snow has not covered the little mound, floating around, as if also in the sad dance.

Ten years of life and death two boundless, do not think, since unforgettable, thousands of miles of solitary graves, nowhere to talk about desolation

At this moment, Baiyang thought of this Chinese poem, but everything, just no place to talk about desolation.

"Lao Bai, help me. Xiaotong used to love beautiful flowers. I want her to have flowers with her in her sleep," Shan Qiulin suddenly said.

"Good" poplar answers simply and simply.

The next moment, in the cold wind, the flowers and plants on the soil grow rapidly, and then one after another unknown wild flowers bloom to decorate the solitary grave and sway in the cold wind.

"Xiaotong, you see, this is your favorite flower, which is the beauty you have been longing for. Even if there are too many disappointments in the world, at this moment, you are no longer alone, there are flowers with you, and your senior brother has always been with you..." Shan Qiulin, standing in front of the grave, whispered softly that his steps never meant half separation.Single autumn stands in the snow, snow-white long hair flying, I do not know whether it is snow white or cold hair.

I can't bear to disturb, but I can't bear to leave.

"Young master, the cat must live for a long time and live longer than the young master, so that the young master will not be sad after the cat dies"

away from the lonely grave, the kitten said silently in his heart

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