Bamboo horse is a bit silly

"Smash him! Smash him!" The cheerful voices of the children are especially melodious in winter, like a group of larks, floating "wonderful" notes in the pale world.

"Haha! I hit him on the head!" A child pointed at the black shadow that was smashed in the snow and couldn't get up, and shouted, "Look! That fool is still crying!"

The screaming child was wrapped in heavy cotton-padded clothes, wearing an old tiger-head hat, and his hands were red from the cold from rubbing snowballs. He felt cold at first, but when he found the black shadow crying, he screamed happily, as if It wasn't a snowball that he threw out before, but a mass of white flames, and what he defeated was no longer an annoying idiot, but a ferocious monster.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help rolling several more snowballs. His face, which was pale from the cold, also slowly turned red, and he kept showing off to other children, as if he had hit him with pride. A general with a "big victory" is invincible.

When the other children saw it, they couldn't help but make the snowball bigger in their hands. Didn't this idiot know how to bark before?After being beaten, there was only a low whimper, which was not exciting at all.

A round of snowballs flew up into the sky, hitting the black shadow with a perfect parabola, making a clear "cracking" sound. Accompanied by rapid whimpering, the children laughed even louder.

"Brother Ache, Grandma told you to go home for dinner!"

"Ah Che, go home and eat!" Upon hearing this voice, the other children began to boo, "Go home and eat! Your oil bottle is looking for you again!"

Mu Ping'an ran over from a distance on short legs, and shouted again: "Brother Ache, grandma..."

"Understood!" Ah Che, who was wearing a tiger-headed hat, rushed over dissatisfied and called Mu Pingan, who snorted, hit the last three snowballs perfectly on the target, and ran home reluctantly .

"Go home!" As soon as Mu Che left, someone yelled, and the children immediately ran away like wasps returning to their nest. The last child who ran was wearing a padded jacket. Dry and thin, with a flushed face.

After running for two steps, he would turn his head and look at the black shadow squatting on the ground in a ball, hesitantly wanted to leave, and thought about going there, but in the end he still didn't dare.

"Mu Ping'an! You son of a bitch wants to die! How dare you play there!" Mu Che ran at the front, turned his head to look at Mu Ping'an, who didn't come for a long time, and immediately yelled, his face turned even redder, "I I'm going to tell Grandma to sue you!"

"Brother Ache, I didn't!" The child who was left behind finally started to run quickly. His two short legs swung in circles and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a series of messy footprints. To the shadow still squatting.

The snow fell again, and the world was silent.There was a black shadow on the snow, whimpering occasionally.

The black and torn cloth covered his body, leaving only a pair of feet with five red toes sticking out in the tattered shoes, shivering in the cold wind.He huddled into a ball, his hands hugged his knees tightly, his head was buried between his legs, and his messy black hair covered him from top to bottom.If it weren't for the occasional whimper, it would be a dead mass.

When Mu Yuan passed the black shadow with a burden on his back, the black shadow was already a white ball.He glanced at this "thing", thinking about what would be underneath, only to see a "dead branch" grabbing his trouser leg with lightning speed.

If it wasn't for the fact that it was a hand at the last moment, Mu Yuan would probably have kicked the thing away with one kick.

This hand is so skinny that there is only a layer of black skin left - I don't know where it got mud, even in the snow, it couldn't be washed off by snow water.

Mu Yuan squatted down, and shook off the hand.

Did not break.

"Hey!" Mu Yuan squatted down, shaking the black shadow, but the black shadow didn't move at all, until the white snow fell all over the ground, "Could it be dead?"

Just as he was thinking, the black shadow suddenly fell back to the ground with a bang.Through the loose hair, what Mu Yuan saw was a strange yet familiar face.

The owner of this face bit his lower lip tightly.As a result, a red mark was left on the pale lips, the red mark was like a red plum in the snow, but the delicate mole of tears that reflected it was even more vivid.

"A Yuan!" Mu Yuan couldn't believe it was him, immediately took off his cloak and wrapped him tightly.

After a simple physical examination, Mu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he fainted due to hunger and cold.

"You sent it yourself this time." Holding the "treasure" that was almost lost, Mu Yuan murmured: "Don't blame me for everything in the future—you will never let go, Qingyuan!"

The snow was still falling, and Mu Yuan walked forward with the man on his back.

He walked very slowly, step by step, slowly, but without hesitation.

The world is solemn, the cold wind howls, and in the vast white snow, a series of small footprints gradually disappear, leaving only one overlapping small black dot, walking farther and farther...