He tried to open his eyes to see the man's face, but his consciousness was getting more and more blurred. The boundless darkness quickly surrounded him. It only felt that a heart was empty, as if it had fallen into a dark world. There is no sound here, no time, everything is still.

Yang Fan didn't feel the fear, but the heart raised a little joy. In my heart, there was a faint thought: I am going to die? Can you continue to be with your mother if you are dead? He wants to work hard to yell at his mother, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't scream a little, and he struggles and he faints.

At the moment he passed out, the flames in his home burned more and more. The man's face flashed in the fire, and the man's face disappeared. The sudden flame suddenly tightened, just burning the brick house of his house. The violent fire did not extend to other places, and even the yellow leaves in the yard were not lit by the flames.

At the same time, the originally dead world suddenly became vivid again. The wind started, and the smoke returned to its original state. Many people’s dogs shouted in the direction of Yang Fan’s home. The rising flames and black smoke alarmed all the people in the village. Every household, no matter what they were doing, screamed at the Yang Fan’s home with a bucket full of water.

Li Shuji, a forest farmer in his forties, hurriedly rushed to Yang Fan’s house with a bucket of water and poured it over to the burning fire of Zhengwang. But the house that has been completely burned will care about his water. When the water reaches the fire, it just splashes a white smoke, and it has no effect.

Li Shuji anxiously turned to go to the village mouth Xiaohe Lishui, turned to see Yang Fan lying under the jellyfish fruit tree, he hurriedly ran over and grabbed Yang Fan and shook his head, shouting loudly: "Yang Fan, Yang Fan, you are stunned? Your mother? Wake up, wake up..."

There are more and more people coming from the village. Everyone has a bucket or a washbasin in their hands. Even the children hold a teacup to make a small effort. In addition to the elderly, almost all of the village can come. With the help of everyone, or if there is nothing to burn, the fire is getting smaller.

The sky was all black, and the fire finally stopped. After the sea otter fruit trees were tortured by the hot air and the cold air, a mist was formed. The mist condensed into a drop of crystal dew on the dead leaves that had not yet fallen, and slipped silently. A slightly smiling teenager's face.

The coldness of the cold awakened Yang Fan from the endless darkness. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and he could not hear any sound in his ears, but a vicissitude and anxious face gradually became clear, and he was paralyzed. He remembered the fire and looked at his home.

The warm and warm home has become a ruin. Many unburned beams were still braving the white smoke, and then he heard Li Shuji’s anxious and hoarse shouts in his ear: "Yang Fan, you wake me up, you are a little bit, this time you still lie down. What are you doing? Give me up quickly, no longer, I will fan your mouth."

Everything seemed to be a nightmare, but the crowds that had not been exhausted and the homes that had become ruins told him that everything was true.

"Mom!" A cry of heartbreaking shouted out of his mouth, and the tears flowed like the mountain stream that blossomed in the spring.

"Yang Fan, tell me your mother is not inside?" Li Shuji still shakes Yang Fan.

"Your mother is not inside? Your mother is not inside?..." Li Shuji’s shouting reminded him of the afterimage of his mother’s dying. He only felt that his chest was extremely sullen, his face was red, his heart was sweet, and his blood was pouring. And out: "Mom, mom is gone!"

As soon as the sentence was finished, his whole body was exhausted, and his eyes were black and fainted. Li Shuji looked at the fierce Yang Fan and sighed: "Poor child." He then picked him up and walked to his home.

It seems to be an endless dream. The eyes of the mother's concern in the dream are still floating in front of her eyes. The man's face in the flame opens his mouth and swallows everything.

"Mom, mother, mother, don't be afraid, son is here, mother, don't be afraid..." Yang Fan was awakened in anger. He suddenly sat up, gasping for a big breath, and the whole body trembled. The nightmare in a coma scared him.

He gasped for a few breaths and calmed his mind. He saw that it was a small room but did not turn on the lights. The light from the outhouse was as dreamy as he was lying on his knees. The heating of the steamed bread made him feel a lot more comfortable, and the half was covered with him and the quilt was gently pushed away by him.

When Yang Fanyu sat down, his mind suddenly raised a thought: Perhaps what you saw was just a dream? Maybe as soon as I walked out of the house, my mother would still be kindly prepared to go home and be anxious to wait for me to go home. Maybe I still blame myself for the same sentence as before, and then I feel distressed to eat the food she made. Yes, it must be like this, I want to go home!

He nervously came down from the shackles, but a heart could not help but mention the eyes of the blind man. He put on the shoes that the mother bought for him, step by step... slowly walked out of the hut.

This is the home of Secretary Li. Looking at the family who is eating around the table in the middle house, Yang Fan recognizes them. Yang Fan is very careful. He does not want to disturb people to eat. There are mothers waiting for him to go back.

But even if he was careful, a large man who was only over 20 square meters in the middle of the house walked, how could others not see him? When Li Shuji saw Yang Fanyu's appearance, he secretly sighed and sighed softly. "Yang Fan, are you awake? Wake up, just sit down and eat."

Li Shuji is a very honest person. He does not know how to comfort a person. He thought about it for a long time. However, his concern for concern was still seen by Yang Fan. I don’t know why he saw Li’s eyes, and his heart suddenly had a sharp colic.

The mother taught him to be a good boy who is polite. The mother always remembers his words. His footsteps paused and his face was filled with a smile that was more ugly than crying: "No, Uncle Li, my mother must wait for me to go back at home. Well, she should be worried when she goes back late." After finishing the pace, he pushed away the door of Li Shuji and went out.

Li’s wife saw him like this, stood up and tried to dissuade him, but he was stunned by Li Shuji, and he was squatting in his chair and sighed: “He will face all this after all, let him go. ""

In the early autumn night, the moon has risen, hung high in the sky, and sprinkled to the earth with a silver glow. Under the moonlight, a young boy lost his soul and walked to the village where the whiteheads were still heading.

"Mom, Mom, I am back, Mom, I am back!" Yang Fan with a cry of crying in this quiet, quiet, peaceful mountain village kept coming back, but only her mother could not hear her son again. Shouted.

Going back to the original home, the rest is just a rubble. The front yard is well preserved. The jellyfish fruit trees fall in the wind from time to time and fall off two leaves that have already been withered. A few days ago, he just returned to the firewood piled up with wheat poles. I didn’t burn it at all. But the house is gone. Some are just broken bricks.

Yang Fan’s brain banged loudly and squatted in the local area. Tears fell involuntarily, and a tear fell down his young face. It was blood red.

After a few minutes, Yang Fan suddenly went crazy. He rushed into the ruins and used his own hands to open the ashes and open the broken beams. He wanted to find his mother, even if it was just a piece of cloth.

Under the cold moonlight, Yang Fan was silent and silent, ruining the ruins, the unburned wooden beams and the hot bricks that burned hot, igniting his hands, but he seemed to have no consciousness. The same, just crazy looking for a piece of cloth. In the past, Yang Fan has been dyed into a black man by ashes and mud, and he just keeps on using his hands to open obstacles one after another.

In a twinkling of an eye, his hands have been smeared with blood, and the moon in the sky seems to be unable to bear to see the miserable scene of this world, pulling a thin cloud to cover himself up.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Fan was completely desperate. The fire actually burned everything. He found nothing. He found only one heart that was heartbroken. He couldn’t support it anymore. He suddenly fell into the ruins and yelled in the sky: "Ah... …why why…"

The shouts of fury will fly far away from the countless night birds in the woods. Everyone is sighing and sighing. They are all sad for this sad child, but they know that now they can’t comfort this sadness to the extreme. The child, this hurdle still wants him to come over.

In the distant forest, the big ash that just grabbed a robe was staring at the prey in front of him and wondered where it should be. Yang Fan’s shouting screamed into his ear, and it was shocked. He grabbed the scorpion that had been thrown away by him.

The big gray felt wrong, and turned around and ran to the village. The stunned scorpion on the ground looked puzzled and looked at the big ash that turned and ran away. Still didn’t dare to stand up. After a while, it was determined that the big gray ran far away. Panic stood up and squatted into the distant mountains.

Yang Fan, who has already been sitting on the ruins, looks at the bright moon in the sky. His heart is hollow. At this moment, he wants to die with his mother, so that he can live with his mother in another world.

Just as his heart was gray, a gray shadow suddenly broke into his arms. When Yang Fan saw it clearly, it was a big gray. He hugged the huge wolf head of the big gray and gave it a cry: " Big gray, big gray, my mother is gone, you know, my mother is gone, my mother is killed, my mother must be very scared, must be very lonely, I want to go with my mother, big gray, big gray, my mother is gone..."

The hot tears slipped on the big gray oily hair. It suddenly became confused. It felt the sadness of the boy and even felt his death. It didn't understand how this usually cheerful and enthusiastic teenager would become like this.

Big Gray struggled and turned to look at the young family. When it saw the ruins, it understood everything. Suddenly it felt the helplessness and sadness of this young girl, but at the same time it felt angry and angry at him. Weak and unmotivated.

The big gray suddenly broke free from Yang Fan's arms, and Yang Tian shouted at the bright moon: "Ah...hey..." The voice of the voice was full of unyielding fighting spirit and encouragement.

Yang Fanyu looked at the big gray, and asked: "What do you want to tell me?"

Seeing the boy like this, the big gray couldn't stand it anymore, the heel erected upright, raising his right claw and fanning it to Yang Fan's face.