A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

"Be strong, hold on, you know?"

"There will be many people who love you in the future..."

Trying to open his eyes, his small hands grabbed the clothes of the person who was about to leave.

--Who are you?

Why do you say this?

Fu Jingyou's plump and pale lips opened and closed twice, but he had no strength to make a sound.

But the man understood what he meant, with tears in his eyes and a smile on his curved lips, he responded:

"Lu Miao, I am Lu Miao."

Lu...Miao.

——We...will meet again?

"Yes, in the future."

She kissed him again, crying sadly, but she retreated decisively.

Fu Jingyou lay on the ground, watching the figure run away and disappear, feeling drowsy.

Soon, his body was picked up again by a pair of strong hands.

Fu Jingyou's head lay softly on the man's shoulder.

The man's short-cut hair was like steel needles, a little piercing his face, and it was not at all as soft as the one in the arms of the man just now.

Fu Jingyou blinked his eyelids and closed his eyes weakly.

Maybe he was too hungry.

Or maybe he was too tired.

Or maybe he's too young.

Fu Jingyou's memory was blurry, and he couldn't remember the name of that person.

deer……

Coming through the fog.

There was no trace when he arrived.

Gone without a trace...

Is it like the story my mother told me in the past?

In the ancient mountains, there are awe-inspiring gods and beautiful spiritual deer.

deer……

That's the deer god in the forest...

It was as if his wish came true, before his consciousness gradually became heavier and he fell asleep completely.

Fu Jingyou, a little dumpling boy, seemed to really hear the roar of deer coming from deep in the mountains.

Ethereal and distant, with a strong sense of fate.

Deer God, can we really see him again in the future?

When he was young, He Hongjin held a small dumpling and patted it, waving his hands and giving orders:

"If the child is here, his mother must be nearby. Look for them all, spread out and search!"

Lu Miao took Fu Jingyou and stumbled back for two days.

How could He Hongjin and his party find Fu Ma nearby?

After searching around but not finding it, He Hongjin led the people deeper.

The search was still fruitless, so I had to go back with my children.

Lu Miao waited and watched from a suitable distance.

After the people from Dahe Village turned back, she also turned back near the waterhole.

Fu Jingyou was alone in the future. Apart from him, she had never seen anyone else from the Fu family.

In this situation, seeing Fu's mother in this situation and appearance, Lu Miao had never dared to imagine.

Fu's mother passed away in disgrace, and there was no way to change it.

But in this mountain and wilderness, Lu Miao would never let her abandon her body in the wilderness.

Lu Miao buried Fu's mother.

After being thrown out of the pit and covered with soil, as if the task had been completed, the materialized body began to become mottled and transparent again.

Fatigue also followed.

Lu Miao panicked, got up and hurried out of the mountain.

She is dying again...

Just like entering this world inexplicably, I left inexplicably.

What will be waiting for her next?

Will it be Huang Quan?

Or reincarnation after drinking Meng Po Soup?

If all the entanglements of ties were to come to an end here, would that be possible...

Let her take another look?

Just one glance!

The steps are getting faster and faster, and the body is getting lighter.

Until the feet are off the ground and the whole person is floating.

Lu Miao seemed to be riding on the wind, moving forward faster.

But just when she thought she could take one more look before leaving, a barrier seemed to be erected on the edge of the mountain.

The floating body was ejected away, and the originally almost transparent soul became increasingly mottled and broken.

Lu Miao was extremely weak, and the barrier seemed to tell her:

The living are living, and the dead are dead. The dead cannot enter the world of the living.

Although regretful, although unwilling.

But, if this is really the only way.

so be it.

Goodbye, Fu Jingyou.

Come on, my future self is waiting for you.

Lu Miao smiled with curved lips, and her crystal tears fell on the green tips of the weeds.

Just like coming in the morning mist at the beginning.

The slender figure also disappeared under the morning sun.

……

There has been a big battle recently in Xi County, H Province.

Residents in the county talk about it, thinking that they live in the county and have a much broader vision than the farmers and cooperative members who live in the village.

But after a while, I realized what a real big scene is.

Old Soviet military pickup trucks, and many white ones with unknown brands. Cars that I had never seen before came one after another.

Besides cars, it’s people.

A large number of people poured in, and some were even accompanied by comrades from the People's Liberation Army.

It is said that some of those people came from Han City Hospital, and some came from as far away as Shanghai City.

There are also masters of traditional Chinese medicine who were initially sent to the Northwest Farm.

Lu Yuanzheng had all the connections he could move, and all the connections he had at his disposal.

Seven or eight attending doctors from several hospitals took turns to see her.

Either shaking his head, or thinking that there might be some way to save him.

However, Western medicine is not only expensive, resources are scarce, and the types are also scarce. I have been pulling it here and there, but in the end I still shake my head.

Lu Yuanzheng's face became more and more tense.

Fu Jingyou was in a state of confusion.

There was no time to feel down, nor was he qualified to intimidate and pressure these medical staff like Lu Yuanzheng did.

He placed all his hopes on this group of people.

The doctors were seeing patients in the ward, and he waited outside the door.

When the door to the ward opens, he is always the first to approach and follow and inquire along the way.

But Harvest shook his head too many times, and Fu Jingyou's heart gradually became cold.

How about the adults in the hospital?

He Hongjin from the village rode over to deliver the news that the second child of the family was also dying.

Fu Jingyou sat in a corner of the hospital stairs with his forehead on his hands, full of dejection and no energy.

Life seems to have lost hope and become confused.

He Hongjin rubbed his face and sat with him silently.

I don't know how long Shen stayed there, but Fu Jingyou slowly stood up.

After soothing the numbness in his calves, he walked down the stairs.

He Hongjin stood up and followed him:

"What are you going to do?"

"go home."

Fu Jingyou uttered two words numbly, and suddenly moved quickly.

He Hongjin couldn't catch up with him.

By the time He Hongjin followed him into the courtyard, Fu Jingyou had already climbed on the bicycle he had ridden and rode out.

"Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu!"

He Hongjin followed a few steps, but Fu Jingyou did not slow down at all.

He Hongjin had no choice but to watch his back shrink until he disappeared.

Fu Jingyou rode numbly all the way back to the production team without stopping.

Entering He's yard, he didn't have time to step on the bicycle stand, and the bicycle fell to the ground with a clang.

Chen Guifen poked her head out of the window and saw that he had not rested well day and night, with a black complexion and stubble all over his face.

Her hair was messy and turned into a chicken coop, as if she was back to her old unkempt state.

Chen Guifen felt uncomfortable watching this, and quietly wiped away her tears and walked out the door.

I thought Fu Jingyou was back to get something, and wanted to ask so that I could prepare.