"Dad, I'm hungry!" He opened his innocent eyes widened and looked at the man named Father innocently.

"Bu'er, be good, bear it, bear it anymore! There will be something to eat soon!" The man's resolute face cracked an ugly smile like dryness.

"Oh!" He nodded and seemed to understand.

After a while, "Dad, I'm hungry!"

"Sleep, you won't feel hungry after sleeping!" The man was helpless and could take the heads of the enemy generals in the army, but he could not change his food in this poor family.

"But Dad, I'm still hungry!" He blinked his eyes, and the strong sense of hunger made him shout at his omnipotent father. He had a mother, but his father said that his mother was tired and fell asleep.

"Bu'er, you're waiting for dad to find you!" The man stood up and picked up the longbow that was already covered in dust and Hideyoshi, leaving.

In the evening, the man came back, and in his expectant eyes, his face full of dust and exhaustion, but his hands were empty, and the bark and turf were gone. How could he catch prey with a longbow?

But at that time he didn't understand. He only knew that every time his father came back with his beloved big bow, he would definitely bring delicious food, so he opened his hand and shouted, "Dad, I'm hungry! I'm eating!"

The innocent face and the thin body made the man's face dim, "Sorry, Bu'er, Daddy is useless, I can't bring you food!"

"Dad!" Although he was young, he was still very sensible. He knew that the man named Father had tried his best. He seemed to understand something and nodded. "Dad, Bu'er is not hungry, Bu'er is sleeping!" He closed his eyes and the whole world seemed to be dim.

In a daze, he seemed to hear two voices, one of which was the sweet and gentle voice, "Buer, come here!"

"Mom!" He was confused and this was his mother's voice.

"Be good at Bu'er, come to my mother!"

"Mom, I'm hungry!" He didn't see his mother in the past, and he said what he was thinking without hesitation.

"Bu'er, come here to mom, I won't be hungry when I get here!" A gentle voice was calling.

There was another voice anxious and hoarse, "Wake up, wake up! You can't sleep, you can't sleep!" This was the voice of my father.

"Mom is really not hungry when she gets to you!" He asked in confusion with his head tilted.

"Well, when it comes to my mother, Bu'er won't feel hungry! Come on Bu'er!" A gentle voice was still summoning him.

"But Dad!" He hesitated a little.

"Your father will come to us sooner or later. Let's take a step forward and wait for him!"

"Oh!" His little head didn't understand what it meant, but he didn't want to be hungry anymore. It was so uncomfortable to be hungry, so uncomfortable.

"Bu'er, wake up, wake up!" The man was about to go crazy. His son's body became colder and colder, and his breathing and heartbeat were slowly stopping. He knew that this was not a disease, this was hunger! This was caused by hunger. As long as there is food now and as long as there is food now, his son can come back alive.

But he didn't, he didn't.

"Meat, eat, eat!" The man was anxious like an ant on a hot pan. "Meat, meat, right meat!" The man suddenly thought of something, gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Yi'er, I'm sorry, I've lost you, I can't live without Bu'er anymore!"

Gradually, he opened his eyes. There was no mother in his vision, nor the hunger that his mother said, but only his father, and the uncomfortable feeling of hunger.

"Dad! I'm hungry!"

"Here, come, we have something to eat, we have something to eat! Look, it's meat, it's meat!" A piece of blood-red meat piece appeared on the man's hand.

"Hungry, I want to eat it!" He didn't care whether the meat was clean or not, nor did he not cooked it. He picked up the piece of flesh and blood and bit it. It smelled so fragrant, this was his first feeling.

After eating a large piece, he noticed that his father had never eaten the meat and pushed the meat and said, "Dad, you eat it too, eat it!"

The man shook his head, "Dad is not hungry, you eat Bu'er, you eat!"

Since that day, he has eaten meat every day. Although it is bloody, it can fill his stomach, right? But the man has never eaten a bite.

Finally one day, the man couldn't hold on anymore, and his majestic body fell down.

"Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad!" He was panicked and anxious. The father in his mind was the sky, and now the sky was about to collapse. He was so scared that his eyes were covered with tears.

"Be good at Bu'er, don't cry, don't cry. We Bu'er is a man and a future general of the Han Dynasty. How can we cry?" The man struggled to wipe the tears on his face. "Bu'er, my father misses my mother, I'm going to accompany your mother! You can only be left alone!"

"No, Dad, I want to accompany my mother, and I want to accompany my mother too!" He probably cried the most in his life that day.

"No, Bu'er, you have to promise your father that you must live well and live well. You can't come to accompany your father and mother, no!" The man shook his head and said, "Did you see the knife over there after Dad fell asleep? Slightly cut the flesh from Dad's body. They can make you live and let you live through this disaster year!"

He used a knife to cut his flesh? He didn't understand and subconsciously ignored this.

"After eating, put your dad and your mother together and live well. This is Dad's greatest wish. Bu'er is sorry! I can't take care of you anymore. Yi'er, I'll accompany you!" After saying the last sentence, the man closed his eyes forever.

"Dad, Dad!" Dad fell asleep, and his mother fell asleep, and he was the only one left in the world.

The thin body dragged the man toward the dilapidated house called Jia. My mother slept behind the home. He and his father covered his mother with a quilt. He still remembered that his father said he wanted to sleep with her.

He had no tools to dig the soil. The only thing he could dig was the long knife left by his father at home, but he couldn't bear to leave it. He used his little hands and thin little hands to dig the soil up bit by bit until his nails broke and his fingers were rotten, and finally dug out his mother.

When he saw his mother, he was stunned, his eyes dazed.

My mother, who was buried in the soil wearing clothes, is now incomplete except for her head, and there is no flesh on her thighs and arms. She is covered with white bones.

At this moment, he understood, and he suddenly understood, understood the meaning of his father's words, and understood that he had eaten the meat these days.

Those sweet and fragrant flesh and blood were all from my mother, and they were cut off from my mother bit by bit. Now he understood why my father would not stick to the flesh even if he starved to death.

"Dad!" His head lowered, and something called haze lurked in his physical strength.

Finally the famine ended, the foreign tribe left, and he survived. Behind the house called Jia, two white bones snuggled up to each other and were buried under the earth forever.
Chapter completed!