In early autumn, the breeze blowing across the cheeks brings a slight coolness. I took Menyoupin to the river next to the forest in Yucun to catch fish. Almost all the fish were caught by Menyoupin, and the fish baskets were filled with lively and jumping fish. He picked up the fish basket and turned around to go home. Somehow, looking at his figure, I remembered his lonely back in the bucket, carrying the black gold ancient sword with a touch of dark blue gradually blending into the unknown black... And there was a burst of sadness in my heart.
I stepped forward and took his hand deeply, and we went home.