In my opinion, the pastor's words are tantamount to: We have done our best, but your brother's life is exhausted, even if Da Luo Jinxian comes, he will also be bara bala bala......

The girl sat on the ground in a daze, and no matter what the priest said, she was motionless, like a small statue. (VIII) (1) Chinese Net ん.81.

Her eyes showed sadness and despair, and after a long time, she got up from the ground gloomily, staggered to her brother, leaned over, and picked up her dying brother again, and held him tightly in his arms.

At that moment, I saw not only the bond between my sister and my younger brother, but also the radiance of motherhood that was not discouraged.

However, the truth is that when it turns into cruelty, no matter how much you try to keep it, it won't help.

She hugged her brother and walked stiffly out the door, staggering, shaky and shaky.

It is estimated that she hasn't eaten for a long time, and I don't know how long she can carry it if she continues like this.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" The priest's voice was filled with concern and regret: "If she continues to live a hungry and full life, it won't be long before she will be like her brother." ”

I sighed, lowered my head, and couldn't say what I felt in my heart, she was alone, I might be able to save it, but how many people like her were there in this Eri City?

How many people are like her in Kazeda 6?

I will not take a poor person when I see it, but I will take it in when I see a poor person, and in this way, it will not be long before I will be as pitiful as them, if not worse.

On the blue planet, there is a person who once said: Born in sorrow, die in peace.

It seems that Eri City has been depressed for too long, and it is time to make a wave.

Looking up again, in a trance, I felt that the girl's departing figure seemed to have been seen somewhere.

I lowered my head and thought to myself, from the time I came here, to the present, all the memories I have flipped out, like a slide, and recalled it.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a bright incandescent light bulb appeared above my head!

It's her!

I don't know if you still remember what the reason was when Phoenix and I first met.

That's right, it's the meme that stole three gold coins!

That day, when the night was dark and the wind was high, and the streets were in the middle of a big swing, I took all my belongings and three gold coins and wandered through the streets.

There is only one purpose, to find weapons and armor that are both cheap and affordable.

Then, in front of a luxurious hotel, I was hit by a thin figure, and three gold coins were stolen.

What followed was a series of dramatic developments comparable to those of a movie.

Some people may say, after such a long time, could it be that the impression in your mind is blurred and misremembered?

Hehe.

I can only sneer in return, I may forget about other things, this ...... This is the stalk that made me meet my future fiancée, how could I forget!

With an eyebrow raised, I took a step and chased after him.

"Hey, wait, wait!" The priest grabbed my clothes and said, "Money, your money!" ”

I suddenly remembered that the gold coin bag was still on his desk, and as soon as I grabbed the bag, I was about to walk out, but after a few steps, I turned back, grabbed a few gold coins from the bag, put them on the table, and said, "Medical expenses." ”

As he spoke, he strode out of the meteor.

After listening to the back, the pastor changed me one by one: "Wait, more, more, more, no treatment, no money!" ”

Seeing the girl walking towards the gate, I didn't care about looking back, but just waved my hand and said, "You can keep it to buy tea and drink." ”

The girl was still walking forward, and even though I was standing in front of her, she didn't seem to notice.

Suddenly, she stopped, turned her head, looked at me, and her eyes showed uncontrollable grief: "Brother he, is he really unable to save him?" ”

I nodded, "I'm sorry. ”

The girl shook her head vigorously, and two lines of tears flowed again, down her cheeks, and down her brother's thin body.

After a while, she raised her head and said, "Brother, when will he die?" ”

I shook my head: "I don't know. ”

Having said that, I already saw that her brother's breathing was gradually weakening, and his thin body was trembling slightly, as if it was the last struggle when he returned to the light.

I've seen so many lives end, some ended in front of me, some ended by me, maybe I'd have been numb to this feeling, but for some reason, when I see the girl's sad face, deep in her chest, there is always a feeling of discomfort flowing out of Bobo.

After a while, her brother stopped moving, and the little hand that was still trying to pull her arm also hung down, like a pendulum hammer, making the final countdown.

Finally, even the final hammer was no longer moving.

He's dead.

In an instant, the girl seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed to the ground, she was speechless, only a whimper was left in her throat, and the water flowed like a clear spring, continuously, like rain, dripping on her brother's body, wetting his dirty little face, wetting his thin and shabby clothes, and wetting his last countenance.

I stood quietly in front of them, my eyes frozen, watching the last grief of the siblings.

The loss of a loved one who is dependent on each other is the most painful, because there will be longing.

I understand this sentiment very well, and I also understand that it is not her fault, nor his.

At that moment, a magnificent-looking carriage passed by the door of the infirmary, and I could see its emblem, which Rodney had told me, was a family crest of a nobleman.

Behind the carriage, there were many adventurers, all of them full of anger, ignoring us civilians and poor people like ants.

It's not majestic!

After a long time, a long time, the girl raised her little face, with tears on her face, and begged: "Please, can you bury my brother?" I don't want him to have even a little tombstone......"

I was silent, however, she realized that she was wrong, and pleaded even more: "I am willing to give everything I have, I am willing to do anything, I only ask you to bury my brother, please, my lord......"

"I'll bury your brother, no need to ......"

"Thank you, thank you, my lord, you are such a good person!" The girl began to cry again.

I swallowed the second half of the sentence back, and there was no need to say it again.

After the priest confirmed that her brother's soul had returned to the God of Creation, I took her to buy a coffin, found a cemetery, buried the small coffin in which her brother's body was buried, and erected a small tombstone with a line of awkward words.

The girl told me that she and her brother were orphans, and that her mother died after giving birth to her brother, so her brother had no name, and that the awkward string of words was the most beautiful words she could come up with, and gave it to her brother as a final gift.

It was her brother's birthday.