There are tombs in the mountains, there are dragons in the tombs

When he returned to his new home, only bits and pieces of He Yonghuai clearly came to mind.First acquaintance, sharing weal and woe, life and death...every detail was so clear, he stretched out his hand, trying to touch something to imitate Yong Huai's body temperature, but it was nothing.

Then he remembered that he forgot to say one most important thing to Yong Huai.

He is very firm, because Yong Huai is unique.

The pain in my heart suddenly became uncontrollable.

Leaning against the coffin, he watched two large drops of water fall on the palm of his hand, crystal clear.He poked the water droplet and found that it was a little warm, like the temperature of Yong Huai. After touching it greedily for a while, the feeling disappeared again.

Unwillingly, he opened the coffin, looked at the ashes in the coffin, and said sadly, "Did you forget to tell me how to realize that 'if'?" Originally, it was just a complaint, but after thinking about it for a long time, it turned into charcoal fire. It burns his head for a while, and burns his heart for a while, making him restless.

He finally couldn't bear it and ran to ask Bai Jiang.

Bai Zang was holding a wooden comb and sitting on the coffin lid in a daze, watching him come in without moving his eyes.

"Do you know what happens to a man when he dies?"

"Zombie."

"What if you don't turn into a zombie?"

"Ashes and ashes."

Qingfeng shook his head and said, "No. Yonghuai said he would take me to see flowers, swim, and build a snowman."

Bai Zhan wondered: "Isn't he dead?"

Qingfeng stubbornly believed: "He said it."

Bai Zang looked at him, as if seeing another self.

Will Zi Zombie not die?

Maybe it's just a legend that the zombie is afraid of the sun, maybe he wasn't exposed to the sun and turned into a mummified corpse, maybe he was injured and hid.Haven't you always thought this way?

So I don't want to go to the cave.Not giving up, not accepting fate, humbly begging for a miracle, but even more painful when awake.

In fact, both she and he should understand that false hope is despair.

"He lied to you." Bai Zhan said with a cold face, forcing himself to burst his bubble, and to burst his own bubble, someone must do it, "You watched him die so thoroughly that his bones became nothing but bones. Powder, it’s impossible to even turn into a zombie.”

Qingfeng's body was hot and cold. Looking at her, she felt a little dizzy. After a short distance, she couldn't hear what she was saying clearly.

Bai Zong continued to apply strong medicine: "The ashes of his corpse are right there with you, how do you get back? Water and ashes?"

Qingfeng grabbed her coffin board with her fingers, and her nails were deeply embedded.

"shut up."

Bai Zhan looked at Qingfeng with white hair and red eyes in astonishment, just like watching a three-year-old child grow into a 30-year-old adult in just one stick of incense.

The dragon prestige on his body almost made her breathless.

The pompom in the coffin danced restlessly.

Qingfeng suddenly calmed down: "I will wait."

Bai Zang opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth twitched sarcastically, and then quickly collapsed: "Will you never wait?"

Qingfeng said: "We won't know until forever."

"..."

When a person wants to be attached, ten cows can't pull him back.

When a dragon wants to be persistent, even ten zombies can't stand it—not to mention, there are only four zombies left in this dungeon.

Qingfeng pulled his nails out of the coffin board, flicked off the sawdust, and walked back to his new home without looking back.

The tomb was lit, and the light shone obliquely into the coffin, making it half-bright and half-dark.

Qingfeng lay on the coffin and cried for a while, then got up again and wiped her tears and said to the coffin: "She doesn't believe you, I believe you."

"I believe you."

He walked around the coffin, repeating that he believed, and he didn't feel at ease until the room was full of traces of belief.

Bai Jiang originally thought that it would take at least a few days for Qing Feng to regain his vigor and vitality, but on the second day, he appeared as if nothing had happened, talking and laughing with Lu Zang and Er Mao as usual.

She was worried that he was obsessed with obsession, but now she was annoyed that he was ungrateful and ungrateful. After listening to it for a while, she found an opportunity to get angry at him and walked away.

Er Mao's brain lacked a string, and he was scratching his feet and couldn't figure it out.

Green zombie gloats: "She likes purple zombie, but purple zombie is dead."

Er Mao glared at him: "Zi Zong is dead, what are you happy about?"

Lu Zong froze, he originally had a heart of hurting others and benefiting himself, gloating is an instinct, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt sad when the rabbit died and the fox was happy, and he had to beware of following in his footsteps.Thinking about it this way, I felt bored again, so I followed.

Ermao thought they were gone, and happened to discuss with Qingfeng about the bizarre death of the two men and one woman, but in the blink of an eye, Qingfeng disappeared.

Qingfeng always goes to the entrance of the cave every evening.

There is no other reason, Yong Huai came at that time.

At first he waited for one or two hours, then three or four, then five or six... and then, he couldn't remember.Just falling asleep awake, eyes open and closed, and there it is.

Bai Jiang came to persuade him several times.

Qingfeng insisted every time: "He will come."

After a long time, Bai Jiang did not persuade him when he came, but just waited with him.

She knew rationally that she would not come, but she secretly looked forward to it in her heart.Perhaps the occurrence of one miracle could give her hope for another.

Year after year, year after year, the miracle never happened.

No matter how long it takes, the white zombie will not come, only the green zombie will occasionally come to mock and ridicule, and Ermao will occasionally come to chatter.

After a long time, the horns on Qingfeng's head grew back.

One day, Er Mao finally couldn't help asking him: "What are you waiting for?"

Qingfeng was taken aback by the question, and stared blankly at him.

It took a full half an hour to ask back: "What am I waiting for?"

Time is a pestle.

People are in the pot, ground into powder, blown by the wind, there is no trace of heaven and earth.