The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

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

The surrounding scenery has completely changed. There is grass on the ground, the sky has become blue, and the original pure white space has been replaced by a picturesque lawn.

The soft light around makes it 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 hastily, and the paintbrush in his hand disappeared at some point.

The pictures I worked so hard to draw were replaced by the dream-like scene in front of me!

Only my suona lay quietly at my feet, that paintbrush seemed to have never existed, and it seemed that it disappeared after completing its mission!

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

The little fox pinched his face in a daze, and after making sure that he was not dreaming, he carefully looked around.

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

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

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

What is more attractive is that there is a small grave under the tree, and there is a small tombstone in front of the grave.

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 the line of writing, Hu Tutu, who was originally tearful, froze for a moment, then recovered, wiped his tears, looked at the tombstone in front of him, and muttered in a low voice: "I don't know how to read, 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, felt as if he had been insulted, blushed and said confidently, "I'm only five years old, and I don't wet the bed anymore, and I can count from one to five." ...No, it's 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 himself is already the best thing Hutu can do.

Anyway, secretly wetting the bed on the small mountain peak, only the elder brother knows, if he doesn't tell, 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 an upright little fox, the whole space was silent for a moment, and then the big tree behind the grave shook.

Probably because he was shocked by such an upright 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 silly child stood between the sky and the earth in a daze, and then a very beautiful big sister stood in front of the child.

The elder sister seemed to be talking about something, but the kid who looked dumbfounded just stared at the elder sister in front of him and said a few words.

Immediately, the image disappeared, and the leaves also turned into dots of starlight and disappeared into the hand.

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, there are bits and pieces about that silly kid and that super beautiful big sister.

It was only at this moment that Mututu suddenly realized that this big tree was carrying the memory of that silly kid and that super beautiful big sister.

This piece of leaf is the incarnation of carrying 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!

Hututu raised his paw to catch a fallen leaf, on which the silly child had grown up.

Only the back of the child could be seen, in the gray Taoist robe, and the back looked extremely desolate 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 Hututu stood in place like a lightning strike, staring blankly at the leaves disappearing in 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?"