The big ash did not make much effort. He just wanted to wake up the boy and tell him that he was going to fight if he was alive. No one in the world would sympathize with you because of your weakness. But it forgot that it is now the king of this mountain, even though the strength he has made is not that the boy can bear.

Yang Fan was immersed in sorrow and did not feel the anger of the big ash, and the big ash could fight with the wild boar in the mountains, and competed with the bear scorpion alone. The honed paws that had been hard as steel swept to the face of Yang Fan, suddenly in him. A shallow mouth was drawn on his face.

Yang Fan’s face hurts and he looks at the big ash. He asks: “What are you doing?”

A drop of blood drips down the face of Yang Fan, which has long been covered with ashes, and his appearance is already as sullen.

Big Gray didn't think that he could hurt Yang Fan with a slap in the face. He looked at the boy who saved himself. This is his only friend, the only relative, who regretted breaking into Yang Fan's arms and sticking his tongue out. The blood on his face.

Yang Fan didn't seem to feel the pain, letting the big stinky tongue add to his face. He hugged the big gray and muttered to himself: "Mom is gone, what should I do? Big gray you Tell me, what should I do?"

The big gray that is adding wounds to him sees Yang Fan’s frustrated desire to die. He suddenly wakes up and no longer adds wounds to him. The two front paws push open the sad Yang Fan, and the eyes shoot a fierce and cold light. Staring at him, his mouth still screamed low, as if to tear him away and eat him.

Yang Fan has never seen the big gray look like him, and he is back in horror: "Dash, what are you doing?"

The big gray stared at him fiercely, and suddenly he looked up at the moon like a round and screamed: "Hey...hey..."

The voice is filled with unyielding and fighting spirit. It tells Yang Fan that you are a man, a man in a mountain. As a man, you must have the courage to face everything, have a shackle, and have revenge.

Looking at the big ash that has been full of strength and anger, Yang Fan actually sensed its mind. He suddenly remembered the man's face in the coma before the fire, the smiling face was like sarcasm.

The mother died too often, the mother must have been killed, and was killed by a very powerful person. The man's face in the flame is absolutely out of touch. Thinking of Yang Fan’s heart suddenly rising into a strong hatred, he screamed and yelled toward the bright moon: “I want revenge, no matter who you are, you are dead!! I want revenge, revenge, revenge...”

The voice of revenge lingered in the middle of the mountains for a long time, and the lonely wolf in the cold moonlight was accompanied by a boy full of hatred.

The first seven, the Chinese people's funeral customs, according to the time of the death of the deceased, coupled with the calculation of the days and time of the day, but it is customary to think that the "first seven" refers to the seventh day after the death of a person. Different places have different "first seven" customs, but generally think that the soul of the deceased will return home in the "first seven", the family should prepare a meal for the soul of the deceased before returning to the soul, also said that after death The soul will float with the "first seven", and go home when the "first seven" day, the family should burn a ladder-shaped thing in the home, let the soul follow the "ladder" to the sky.

After seven days, Yang Fan had no grief, but there was no more laughter on his face. The whole person became quiet and indifferent. There was already a vicissitude in the face of a young age. There was even a sadness between the eyes. bitter.

The people in the village did not know how many times they tried to see him, but Yang Fan did not seem to hear the same. For a long time, everyone only sighed. The folk customs here are simple, every family will give him a little more when cooking, Yang Fan is not polite, every time he nods and smiles, but the smile is not sorrow, no one is willing to end. When he saw him laughing, he secretly put the food in his yard and left.

Yang Fan has been sleeping on the firewood of his own family for a week. It is this day. When the sun just emerged, he got up early and borrowed two hundred dollars and a bag of noodles from Li Shuji.

Then he rushed to the town to buy a lot of fruits that the mother usually loved but could not bear to eat, and some candles, yellow paper. I went back to the village and asked Li Shuji to help me with a few dishes. After all, it was near dusk.

Looking at the darkening of the sky, Yang Fan placed the mother's spiritual position under the jellyfish fruit tree. The front was filled with a bowl of dishes. There were wine and meat, and fruit and flowers. In front of the spirit, the mourning pot was burned. Yang Fan was so quiet. Waiting quietly, waiting for the mother's soul to return to the soul, can come back to see yourself.

The sky is still not dark, and the village head is coming up with a chunky figure. This is a girl who is not many years old with sails. She is carrying a pack of yellow paper in her hand and walks quickly to the Yangfan’s sea otter fruit tree. When he sees Yang Fan, who was in a filial piety, was alone in the hair, gently walked over to him and handed him the yellow paper: "Yang Fan, I am coming to see you."

Yang Fan looked up and saw his classmate Xiaohong, grinning and laughing: "Thank you for coming to see me." After that, there is no more to say.

Xiao Hongjun stood in the same place and thought about it: "Yang Fan, I am going to start school soon. I will take the train tomorrow, and you are admitted to the provincial city. Why don't we go with us?"

Yang Fan was silent for a long while, looked up at the little red chubby face and smiled aloud: "I can't go to college, my mother has been squandering money for these years, it is for me to go to college, but this fire has everything. I burned it, how can I go to college without tuition? What's more, even if you have tuition, do you think that I still have the heart to go to college now?"

Listening to Yang Fan’s words, Xiao Hong’s eyes are red: “Yang Fan, don’t be like this, even if Auntie is not there, she hopes that you can go to college. Don’t give up on yourself? You are the best student in our school, our class teacher. I am always proud of having such a student. If you think about whether you want to go to school or not, how sad he should be, you don’t have to worry about tuition. I heard my father say that the family has money and wants to go to you. University, you can't live up to everyone's wishes."

Yang Fan is silent, but after a long speech, he will say: "Xiaohong, do you think that I am the kind of person who accepts other people's charity? I have already decided that the university is not on, you should not take care of me, I will have something tomorrow. I will not send you anymore, I wish you a good trip."

Xiao Hong’s looking at Yang Fan sitting on the ground did not know what to say. When she was young, she went to school together with Yangfan. It was very clear that Yang Fan’s stubborn character. Once he decided that no one could change things, not to mention the fact that he has suddenly changed dramatically. The decision in his heart must be hard as iron.

She thought about it and knew that no matter what she said, she would not convince her classmates who have always been proud of the bones. She still remembers that when she was in elementary school, several senior students bullied Yang Fan. Even in the face of the siege of five or six people, Yang Fan did not admit defeat or beg for mercy, but struggled all the time. When the children were tired, Yang Fan still chased after them to fight, until everyone cried, and since then no one has bullied this dead and unrecognizable, barely proud Yang Fan. And his character has always been remembered by Xiaohong.

Xiaohong was silent: "Yang Fan, whether you are not in college or not, we are the best classmates and friends, I will write to you." After turning around and walking away, I don't want to bother him.

Yang Fan looked at Xiaohong’s back and gradually walked away and said softly: “Thank you, thank you Xiaohong, I will remember you.”

The night was getting deeper and deeper. Yang Fan looked at the cartoon watch on his hand. This is the birthday gift that the mother gave him on his fifteenth birthday. Although it is very worn, he has never been willing to throw it, but now this is The only thing the mother left for him.

At half past eleven in the middle of the night, half an hour is the mother's first seven. Yang Fan suddenly felt the heartbeat speed up. He first carefully lit two rows of candles on the road in front of his house, and then laid a white surface in the middle of the road. Click on the burning brazier and smash it on the ground to start burning paper.

This is a windless night, the weather is good and scary, the candle does not have a slight fluctuation, the big gray ash quietly approaches Yang Fan, staying with him waiting for his mother to return to the soul.

The time passed by, and it was about to arrive at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. At this time, the burning candle was suddenly shaking, as if there was a breeze. Then a row of light and shallow footprints appeared on the white paved path. Yang Fan looked at it with excitement. The tears flowed involuntarily. He looked at the white footprints with sorrow and step by step toward himself, gently shouting. Voice: "Mom."

This mother-in-law contains thoughts, grief, sadness, and helplessness.

He just shouted, his footprints had already arrived in front of him, and then he felt his mother's hand gently stroked on his face, stroking the wound that was scratched by the ash, full of pity. And his face was slowly fluctuating and falling into it, like someone really touched his face.

Yang Fan closed his eyes and quietly felt the mother's concern and love for him, as well as the strong sorrow in his heart. Yes, the mother did not trust him. This is to see himself. Yang Fan’s heart is very sad, remembering the life that had been poor and happy with her mother, and tears could not stop falling.

The wind started, taking away the white surface on the ground and blowing out the lit candle. Yang Fan suddenly felt that the mother had left him. He suddenly opened his eyes, and everything remained the same in the silent night, as if nothing had happened. Only the dead leaves of a sea otter fell down the wind and fell to his feet.

Yang Fan slammed the road to the entrance of the village and slammed his head. The voice became very firm: "Mom, if you go well, your son will avenge you."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Three loud heads went down. Yang Fan’s forehead was full of blood. He suddenly stood up like an unknown, packed everything in the yard and put his mother’s spirit card on a gray cloth. Wrapped in the package carefully, then turned to look at the big gray and asked: "I believe that the murderer who killed the mother must not go far, big gray, would you like to go with me to find the murderer to avenge his mother?"

Da Gray looked up and said that he would appreciate him and never give up.

Yang Fan looked up and looked at the mountains in the distance. Like a wild wolf, he yelled: "Whether you are there, I will definitely find you in the ends of the earth and kill you. I will kill you!!" Yang Fan's tone It is full of unquestionable firmness, and when it comes to the big step, it will go to the mountains and never look back.

The big ash followed, and one person and one wolf gradually disappeared into the silent night. In the distance, the cold star flashes and there is a meteor crossing.