The night wind blew, and the light of a flashlight not far away flickered.
Although it was already dark, everything around him still came into view so clearly.
Where the pineapple points, the mottled white appears so strikingly.
The white seemed to be glowing, even calling.
my story……
"That is……"
The Taoist priest stepped over and stood next to the white man. He lowered his head and looked down. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at everyone with a solemn expression.
"It's a pile of bones."
Bones.
Xiaolan was stunned. As soon as he stepped out with his right foot, a gust of cold wind blew. The cold wind brought a strong sting to his brain. Xiaolan held his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.
Familiar scenes flashed back crazily in front of my eyes.
The green world, the gray sky, and the rain dripping into my eyes.
Tearing hands, tumbling world.
Gray sky, green branches, red blood.
Gray, green, red...
Gray, green, red...
Gray...green...red...
It hurts……
"Save them."
"ah!……"
After a soft "Save them" sounded in her ears, Xiaolan screamed and returned to reality.
"What's wrong with you?" Fool was standing behind Xiaolan, trembling with fright at the scream.
Xiaolan lowered her head and stared at the pile of bones.
The familiar voice I heard just now, the tone of regret and relief.
"This is Miao Miao's bones."
Xiaolan looked up, "Brother Miao, this is the dead Miaomiao, your Miaomiao."
The boss stood there with his mouth slightly open, as if he was afraid of seeing something and didn't dare to look at the bones. Everyone's eyes were focused on the boss.
Fingers trembled, lips quivered.
The Taoist priest also said, "It is indeed the bones of a girl, and...it has been there for some time."
The others were silent, not even breathing could be heard.
The boss moved towards the pile of white bones little by little. As he got closer to the pile of bones, his trembling became even greater.
"This is...my Miaomiao?"
Is it my little girl, my lively and lovely Miaomiao?
"How do you know this is Miaomiao?" Xiaoyin quietly came over and asked.
"I saw it," Xiaolan looked forward, her eyes sad and distracted, "I also saw that Miaomiao was pushed off the cliff and fell to death."
The boss finally trembled at the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth wide, and squatted down with tears in his eyes.
One hand was covering his chest and the other was strangling his throat.
"My...Miaomiao?..."
The hoarse voice of despair hurt everyone.
The villagers were still approaching. After realizing that they were not arresting them, everyone became less nervous. The bright white flashlight could already illuminate the distance. The villagers were approaching, but they could not leave.
The boss knelt on the ground, holding up the faded coat covering the bones in his hands, stroking his face with his tears.
"This is my Miaomiao's coat, my Miaomiao...this is my Miaomiao!..."
The Taoist priest put a big hand on the boss's shoulder and stared at the villagers in the distance. "Brother, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Take Miaomiao with you. Let's go. We can't let Miaomiao stay in this place anymore."
Xiaolan looked at the Taoist priest, squatted on one knee and looked at the boss, "Brother, Miaomiao has a lot to say to you. Let's take her to a quiet place and listen to her slowly, okay?"
The villagers' formation gradually came over, and the villagers no longer ran, but silently approached step by step.
The boss's rough hands gently touched the cold bones.
"Miaomiao is just...alone, waiting for so many years."
Before he finished speaking, the boss made a strong stroke, wrapped it in a faded coat, and took all the bones into his arms.
"I have to take Miaomiao away!"
Seeing that the boss had regained his fighting spirit, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around and fled.
That thing that seemed to only exist in the story finally appeared.
On the mountain wall not far away, there was a big dark hole. Open your eyes.
