Xiangyang and Xiangyue's father died a few years ago, and their mother was a garbage man again. They died not long after they gave birth to them.

Xiang Yue has grown older and more outstanding in recent years. There are not many women in total, and even fewer are suitable for marriage. According to Xiang Yue's condition, marrying Feilong is also a good choice, but Feilong stared at Wen Xing with all his heart.

Feilong's father was the village chief. Seeing that his son was no longer interested in women, his mind gradually became active. His partner had passed away for many years, and he could not stand the loneliness.

But he was more than 40 years old. Even according to the maximum life span, it would be hard to say how many years he could live, at most five years? Then what about his sister? Remarried again? She was traded like a product, and traded like her mother? Xiangyang didn't want to say anything, but what could she do?

Fortunately, I was ruthless in the past few years. As my sister became more and more outstanding, Feilong's father became more and more serious.

Some collective supplies were deducted, so let it go. I thought that Wen Renjue could go out alone to seek a way out, so why can't I do it? Moreover, relying on the gun as a support, I had no experience in moving in the forest, so I walked a little far away for a while and almost lost my life.

Thinking of this, Xiangyang's face was surprisingly bad, and it was clearly said that it was said. Although the other party did not use a mocking tone, his anger erupted uncontrollably.

"Shut up!" He roared and took a step forward, raising his fist.

The person on the opposite side slowly looked up, as if he hadn't noticed the anger of the person in front of him. He slowly lifted his eyelids and stared at him, his eyes so dark that they could hardly see Eye Ren.

Even though Xiangyang was still furious, he still felt like he was staring at the poisonous snake even though Wen Renjue had no movement.

Xiangyang lost his movements and stood stiffly.

Wen Renjue still stared at him quietly for a while.

He turned around and left without saying a word.

Seeing Wen Renjue turn around, Xiangyang slowly relaxed his hand tightly in front of his chest, and then hung to his side. After thinking about it, he looked at the figure in front of him and spoke: "If you still want to see Old An, go back quickly."

Wen Renjue did not turn around, and continued to walk forward towards him, with a dull voice coming, "What does it mean?"

"I came out early in the morning, and he couldn't do it at that time. You know that the village would not let the garbage people die in the house. He had been carried to the small hole at the foot of the back mountain."

Suddenly, Wen Renjue's fingertips turned white, and he didn't reply, running towards the gathering place.

Although I knew that Mr. An had not had much time, I always thought that he could spend a few more days with me. I never thought that farewell was so fast.

A fear and loneliness suddenly arise in my heart. From then on, is it just myself?

Although Mr. An is not his family and is not intimate with him, he used to think that he still had a place to go and could have a healing place. He knew that he would keep one if he found something to eat.

People always need to have some sustenance to live.

It was rare to be a little panicked. Wen Renjue was afraid that he would even lose his final farewell.

The old man can hold on until he goes back?

When he ran to the gathering place, Wen Renjue staggered by the suddenly stretched out live vines. After entering the gathering place, although he ran like a flash of shadows, he still heard many people's screams along the way. He disappeared for a month, and everyone was surprised that he could come back.

He avoided those who wanted to ask him and rushed to the foot of the mountain behind the village.

What a small hole... it is actually just a valley between two earthen mountains behind the village.

The corpses of eaten beasts and dying humans are thrown at them, fend for themselves and let them rot.

In a small valley, there was a purple flower bud that bloomed among the bones. Wen Renjue kicked away a half-rotten piece of meat and looked around in the middle.

Not far away, between two human bones that were immediately rotting, Wen Renjue saw a gray robe moving, and then a low cough came into his ears.

In an instant, I felt like my heart was being pinched tightly. Wen Renjue saw that Old An was facing another earthen mountain and could no longer move. His right hand was spread out on the bones that had not rotten in the bones left.

The other party did not notice that he was coming.

Wen Renjue stopped and stood there, watching quietly for a while.

He wanted to remember this scene, such a powerless scene and the intense emotions surging deep in his heart.

"Old Old, I'm back." Finally, he walked forward.

"Uh..." The lying robe suddenly trembled, but it was difficult for human voice to make it sound.

Wen Renjue squatted down and helped the old man up from the ground, making him lean on his knees.

The robe fell, and the old man's face was revealed. His yellow face was covered with blood marks caused by friction. His muddy and spiritless eyes fell on Wen Renjue's face, and his lips moved.

Still unable to make a sound.

Wen Renjue took out a bottle of potion from his bag in his waist and poured it into the old man's purple lips. The potion flowed out, and Old An seemed to have no strength to swallow.

Wen Renjue wanted to give up, but tears suddenly rolled in Old An's dim eyes.

After a pause, Wen Renjue still stretched out his hand, stuck An Lao's jaw, and forced the potion into it.

This potion is still made by Mr. An. It is said that it is a serious injury and can give you a few breaths.

I haven't drunk Wenrenjue and don't know how effective it is.

After sliding down the Adam's apple, a moment later, a light seemed to appear in the old man's eyes, "You... are back..."

The sound was still only in his throat. Wen Renjue had to bow his head to the old man's lips and press his ears on.

"Yeah." A word was answered in a low voice.

"Little boy... why don't you... cry..."

Still maintaining that movement, Wen Renjue's eyes fell into the distance in a daze, without any focus, and said, "I had thought that there would be such a day."

"Ha..." I don't know if it was a rebirth, Old An seemed to have strength again. He slowly stretched out his rotten hand and pressed it on Wen Renjue's shoulder, and hissed: "I hate..."

There was blood mixed with pus and stained Wenrenjue's clothes, but he didn't care, just as he didn't care about the rotten smell of the old man's current body.

"It's all... said that people can let go of all resentment before they die, but I still can't... the more painful it is, the more I can't let it go, Wen Boy... I came from Liuyixing, the main star of the 'Extraria Galaxy'. I was once a member of the research office of the Pharmaceutical Company in the Steerfan family. I was a main researcher who was respected by everyone until... I, the drug I delivered to the front line made a mistake, causing a lesion, but... but that was the mother medicine liquid that was tampered with by someone! It was not my research result... cough... not..."

"They...they...they...they tried me, saying that I was bribed by the vanish people, saying that I had killed many humans."

The old man was spasming, Wen Renjue calmly pressed the other party's trembling hand and said, "So you were exiled to this."

This is the past that Mr. An never talked about.

The old man was crying, and his crying sounded choked, but he had no tears. He couldn't cry at all.

"I don't want to forget... where I... really came from."

Wen Renjue lowered his head and looked at Old An's ear. One of the ears was gone, the blood seemed to flow dry, and the wound was so pus was rotten, neatly like a knife edge.

His dark eyes lowered his voice: "I will avenge you."

The tone was decisive, and it seemed that the result was unquestionable.

Old An tried to gather his pupils, wanting to see the child at the end, but the scattered light gradually disappeared in his eyes. He seemed to want to shake his head, his head slightly turned, but only a slight murmur: "This... dirty world can be burned...

Wen Renjue did not move, maintaining that position, as if he didn't care about the gradually cold and stiff body of the old man in his arms. He just raised his head silently and looked at the blue sky.

It is a good weather. In the midsummer, the sky is as clear as the sky is boundless. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the sun's light spots are jumping on the branches and leaves at the tops of the rolling trees in the distance.

The earth's living environment is harsh, but the ecological environment is surprisingly good.

He slowly put down the old man in his arms, and the slippery robe allowed him to see the old man's scattered body.

This is how the garbage people started to rot before they died and suffered from torture. Although An Lao had been suppressing his own decay with drugs, he looked better than other garbage people, but when he was dying, all the previously suppressed deaths all surged out, as if he was mocking the struggle of this human being.

Finally... I have no worries.

After looking around, Wen Renjue wondered if he would find a place to bury An Lao. After all, humans are concerned about being buried in the soil, but seeing the scattered digging soil around them, wild beasts often seek dead bodies to eat at night in this place, and burying them here is useless.

He stood up, Wen Renjue lowered his head and looked at the old man for a few minutes, and finally took a step away. The emotions were only in that moment, everything was a foregone conclusion, no matter how many emotions there were, it was meaningless.

Avoiding people all the way, he returned to his own house. He said it was a house, but in fact it was just a small shed made of plastic skin that he picked up. It was very difficult to hide from the rain. If there was a strong wind, he might be able to be blown away with the shed, but he still needed to take some "dirty" inside.

Yes, take it away.

After An Lao died, he could not think of a reason to continue to delay here.

There are not many things in the "room", just some bottles and jars given by Mr. An. They wrap these things up with cloth and tie them to their backs. Wen Renjue bent over and crawled out, and disappeared among the trees without looking back.
Chapter completed!