The north wind is biting, carrying with it the fallen branches, blowing desolately through the Mobei wilderness, spreading the chill of early winter to this land.

The heavily fortified border city in the shape of a tiger, Tiger Roaring City, guards this place. How many heroes shed blood and tears to build the reputation of Tiger Roaring City.

But Linye Village next to it is as inconspicuous as a hair on a tiger's leg.

Linye Village is famous as a hunter village, and most of the men in the village are engaged in the dangerous and promising profession of hunter.

This is the last hunting season in winter, and all the hunters have gone into the mountains.

The snow is heavy, falling in patches on this quiet mountain village.

A door in a small courtyard at the east entrance of the village made a "squeaking" sound.

A thin and short girl opened the firewood door and walked out.

The girl in a long blue cotton dress is about thirteen or fourteen years old. The big almond-shaped eyes on her immature face are clear and full of sadness. Her thin lips are lightly pursed, and the corners of her mouth are drawn downwards in a concave arc. There is a feeling of depression all over her body.

diffuse.

Holding a piece of red silk in her rough and frostbitten hands, she walked step by step, braving the wind and snow, towards the old red plum tree in the yard with its twisted branches.

The plum blossoms on the tree still only have tiny skeletal buds, but they are already fragrant and delicate.

She calculated the distance, picked the most beautiful plum blossoms from the southeast branch, threw up the red silk in her hand, raised her hand to tie a knot, and pulled hard to see if it was strong.

A big, skinny black dog staggered over and rubbed its head against the girl's skirt.

The girl lowered her head, squatted down, hugged the dog's head, and said in a choked voice, "Come with me. If you stay, you will be bullied to death by them. Okay? When we get to the underworld... we will still be together, and I can't bear to leave you."

Her eyes blinked lonely, and a tear as big as a pearl slid down her cheek and fell on the big black furry face.

Dahei is the same age as the girl, he is fifteen years old, which is an advanced age for dogs, and he is very humane.

Dahei looked at the girl and whimpered helplessly.

The girl stood up, grabbed the silk cloth, and raised her long swan neck. Her snow-white pink neck merged with the sky and the earth.

She stood on tiptoe with her slender feet submerged in the white snow, and tried to lift her chest and head upward.

The snow was strong and the wind was fierce, and she was like a fragile grass, which was about to be destroyed by the flying snow at any time. Although she tried hard, she still couldn't reach the piece of red silk hanging on the branches and flying in the wind.

Dahei came over, biting the back of the little master's clothes with his mouth, kicked his front legs forward, and made a whining sound in his mouth, trying to drag her away from the old plum tree. The girl turned around in despair, with eyes in her eyes.

It was the crystal teardrops, shouting with a crying voice: "Are you even going to stop me from getting out of the sea of ​​suffering..."

Dahei seemed to understand the girl's scolding, and let go in astonishment, staring at his master with blank eyes...

"Come here! Get down...!" the girl ordered.

Dahei shook his head in pain. Although he had an ominous premonition, his loyal nature prevented him from disobeying his master's orders. He staggered closer, then reluctantly lay down on the snow, crawling at the feet of his little master.

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At this time, Dahei lay his head on his front paws, and a muddy old tear slowly rolled out of his sad dog eyes...

The sobs and the north wind played sad music.

It may know that its life span is over and it can no longer take care of its little master.
Chapter completed!