C8

Sometimes the rain was like an order, leaving no room for response. The strong autumn wind mixed with the rain made people unable to open their eyes. In the face of this Xiaoxiao's momentum, a torrential downpour came from Jiang Tian, as if he wanted to wash up for the rest of the autumn. Gradually, the autumn wind grew colder and colder, as if it wanted to blow through your clothes and even more so blow apart your bones. Even a sheet would not be able to withstand this sudden cold. Red flowers withered everywhere, green leaves withered, and the lush winds of old age gradually disappeared. The autumn wind was blowing in the green waves, causing ripples to appear. In this scene, it was very easy for people to think that these were tears formed from boundless hatred, and no one dared to look at them, fearing that they would accidentally become haggard together with the light.

In the rain, a unique flavor emerged in the city. The pedestrians who were hurrying on their way, the colorful and crowded umbrellas, the lines of the poem for the talented lady from an unknown place under the window, and the ethereal bone flute sound that came from a hermit deep in the mountains … The rain seemed to move the world.

Even though he was in a hurry, he still met with the rain. The more it rained, the faster Bu Ku's and Tie Chui's nature ran. When Bu Ku and the others returned to the city temple, Yanran was drenched to the point that she looked like a drowned chicken. Even her eyebrows were drooling and her wet hair was stuck together. The beggars did not have much of a reaction to Bu Ku's bedraggled appearance. Some of them did not even want to look at him because being pitiful to the beggars was already a very common occurrence.

Tie Chui immediately found some dried grass and started a fire. He took off his clothes and used his bamboo pole to pick and bake them. When the beggars saw the fire start up, they also reached over. Some of them even took out dry cakes and carefully nibbled on them, not wanting to waste any of it. Even the broken pieces of stars had to be pushed into their mouths with their hands.

However, ever since he had returned to the temple, Bu Ku felt extremely unwell and his entire body felt like it was on fire. His body felt dizzy and his head felt like it was solid; even a slight movement of his body was enough to make him feel dizzy and nauseous. The weakness of his body had caused Bu Ku to lose the strength to move. Now, all he wanted to do was to curl up and have a good night's sleep.

Tie Chui returned to Bu Ku's side in his birthday suit and also noticed the change in Bu Ku's expression. He gently pushed Bu Ku a few times. When he saw that there was no response, he weakly lifted up his hand to push away the hand that was placed on his body. He gently "En" a few times and then no longer made a sound. Tie Chui didn't force him to go to the fire to roast it, he just followed Bu Ku's instructions and helped him to a corner to lie down. He found some dry grass and placed it underneath him. Then, he took off Bu Ku's wet clothes and placed them on his body while he squatted down beside him.

Tie Chui was truly afraid, afraid that something had happened to Bu Ku. What should he do? Ever since the day they first met, when Bu Ku was willing to use a chicken leg to save some of his physical pain, Tie Chui's gratitude was definitely not as simple as just "Boss". He was Tie Chui's life, and Tie Chui was afraid that the happiness he had lost was going to be even more painful than dying.

The autumn leaves were bleak, and the night silently slipped by. The long night was also Bu Ku's first dream in the past few months. He dreamt of his own mother, dreamt of stone, and … Night, who knows how many people's hopes and helplessness, who knows how many people gave up hope and helplessness.

The more painful the person, the more like the night.

It was early in the morning and the sky was clear. Birds were jumping and cheering in the trees. There were even some birds with yellow mouths peeking out from the cracks in the eaves to take a breath of the fresh air. The raindrops from the lotus leaf had a golden glow due to the rising sun. The pond also calmed down. The surface of the water was clear and round. A jade-green lotus leaf stuck out from the surface of the water.

Even though the soft morning sunlight was shining on Bu Ku's head, Bu Ku only felt a splitting headache. His throat felt as if it was parched, and his uncomfortable body could only roll back and forth on the straw.

Bu Ku's actions startled Tie Chui, who was standing to the side. This completely frightened Tie Chui, because Tie Chui usually saw that no matter what happened to Bu Ku, he would always look confident and confident. This was also the first time he saw Bu Ku in such a sorry state.

Being in a sorry state is pain, no matter what it is.

Tie Chui subconsciously touched Bu Ku's forehead with his hand and felt a wave of heat. Even when his hand left his forehead, the sweat on his hand still emitted warmth. It must have been the rain from yesterday that caused Bu Fang to suffer from the cold. Furthermore, his originally weak body did not eat anything, which caused his body to completely collapse. Tie Chui thought.

He forced himself to open his eyes and realized his own weakness and the urgency of Tie Chui. Afraid of Tie Chui's worry, Bu Ku forced himself to smile and said, "It's nothing, it's just a small illness. I just need to sleep for one more morning. I'll be fine after that, haha."

Who knew that the forced smile on his face didn't make Tie Chui feel bad, but made him even more anxious. Tie Chui also "smiled" and replied, "It's okay, boss. You can just lie down. I'll go to the pharmacy to see if I can get two packets of medicine from a kind-hearted person." Who knew that Tie Chui's smile was also a kind of forced laugh.

Forcing is suffering, no matter what.

Perhaps it was because Bu Ku was too tired and he only wanted to sleep. After all, he was just a child of eleven or twelve years old. While his peers were still having fun and love in front of his mother, he had been forced to wander the world for an empty goal, so that he now had to endure the physical pain and spiritual emptiness. How much torture was this for a child?

Bu Ku tiredly used his hands to prop up his body. Just as he was about to use his voice to stop the hammer, he realized that Bu Ku had already run to the door with his little bamboo pole. Bu Ku had still underestimated the urgency in Tie Chui's heart.

With no other choice, Bu Fang had to slowly lower his body and continue lying on the ground. He curled up his body and stretched it out once more in an attempt to find a comfortable spot. Not long after, Bu Ku was woken up by the thirst that came out of his throat. He constantly frowned and closed his eyes, then shook his head to and fro on the ground and muttered, "Water …" I drink water. Water... Water... "I'll drink …"