"No! My child, everything is in time. From now on I will treat your father well and never force him. In fact, after you and your father left, I was alone at home and I thought a lot. I felt that I was too much. You shouldn’t be so strict with your dad. The reason why your dad refuses to go home is all because I was too fierce to him. If I were gentle, your dad would not leave. Sorry, son, mom is too much. ."

When Zhang Aihong said this, she was already crying.

However, his son Zhou Xiaoguang just shook his head and sighed, "Mom, your repentance is too late."

Zhang Aihong choked, "No, boy, I must find your dad and confess to him and ask him for forgiveness. Your dad's character is soft or hard, he will change his mind. Trust me."

"Mom, it's really too late."

When the son finished speaking, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Zhang Aihong finally saw something unfamiliar and unfamiliar to her from her son's eyes. It was something that scared her.

"Child, tell your mother, where have you lived all these years? What have you done?"

"I've been here all the time. I just stand here and watch the flames every day. I haven't done anything."

"Huh? Have you been watching the flames here all the time?"

"Yes, when I was eight years old, I walked into this dense forest and never left again, because I was bound here by vines, and I couldn't leave at all. I also knew that flames are not to be played, but I I just lit a fire, and the flame punished me to never leave here."

"Son, stop talking about those meaningless nonsense. Mom got goose bumps after hearing this, please stop talking."

Listening to her son's words, looking at the eerie and eerie dense forest, Zhang Aihong felt cold all over.

The expression on Zhou Xiaoguang's face was unusually calm.

"Mom, you should leave here."

"No! Mom finally saw you. Mom can't leave you."

"But mother, you have to go. This is not where you stay. This is just my personal little world. Because you are my mother, I invited you here. Now that the time is up, you should leave here."

"But my child, Mom can't leave you alone in such a terrible place."

"Mom, this is my home, I can't live without it."

The mother and son were talking, Zhang Aihong suddenly heard a popping noise from behind him.

She looked back abruptly and found that the pile was burning more vigorously, as if someone suddenly poured a barrel of gasoline. With a gust of wind and a bang, the flames suddenly jumped to a height of one person, and the fire was rapid. Spread, rushing towards them.

"Mom, go away. This fire is about to burn you."

"No! Child, mom can't leave you alone. Mom must find a way to put out the fire."

Zhou Xiaoguang shook his head vigorously, "Mom, you can't extinguish this fire, you go and leave me alone. I can't live without this, this is my hell."

"No! Mom is trying to save you, kid, you have to hold on and wait for Mom to come back."

"Mom, it's useless, you can't save me. All people who play with fire will end up like this."

"Son, don't talk nonsense, you must wait for mom to come back."

Zhang Aihong ran wildly in the dense forest like a madman. She wanted to find water, because water can put out the fire, but the trees in front of her are densely packed, and there is no water at all. How can she save her son without water?

She ran far away desperately and couldn't find water. When she turned around, she found that the fire was getting stronger and stronger, so she screamed and ran back again.

If there is no water, tree branches can extinguish fire.

She tore off a branch full of green leaves from a big tree next to her, and nodded with satisfaction. This branch is strong enough to put out the fire.

But when she ran back with a branch holding a branch, the fire had spread to her son.

The gust of wind threw a bunch of flames onto his son's face, and as soon as the bunch of flames fell on his face, it immediately singed his eyebrows and hair.

Then the flames fell on him again by the wind, burning his clothes and pants, and he immediately turned into a burning man.

Not only was the son caught on fire, the big tree behind his son also caught fire and became a fire tree.

All of this is complicated to say, but the actual time it takes place is only a few seconds.

Zhang Aihong froze in place, not daring to step forward.

When the son saw her coming, he immediately waved to her and cried, "Mom, save me! Mom, I am so painful! I am so hot."

At this time, the son finally got rid of the shackles of the vines, his body was wrapped in flames, and he kept screaming screams.

"Son, mom will help you put out the fire, and you should stand still."

"Mom, save me!"

Hearing her son's cry, Zhang Aihong became even more anxious, so she waved the branch and ran forward. When she was about to swipe her son, she suddenly heard his son laugh and was dumbfounded.

"Child, what are you giggling?"

"Mom, look at how beautiful this flame is. Don't extinguish it. The flames I saw before were flames formed by dead branches. This is the first time I saw the color of the flame when my body was on fire. I found that my body was on fire. The flame is the most beautiful. It is so beautiful. It is so beautiful that I can't bear to extinguish it."

"Child, you are crazy. Mom must help you put it out, otherwise you will be burned to death."

"No! Mom, I said no."

In order not to let the branches picked up by his mother touch him, Zhou Xiaoguang ran away. When he ran, the flames roared on him, which made him enjoy.

"Child, are you crazy? Stop it for me."

Zhang Aihong was holding a branch and chasing after him, but how could she catch up with her strong son.

The son galloped in the strong wind, just admiring the beauty of the flame, unexpectedly tripped over the stone under his feet and fell to the ground.

When Zhang Aihong saw her, she immediately ran forward, picked up a branch and patted her son on the head.

Of course, the mother's original intention was to put out the fire, but when the branch touched the son's head, the son's head suddenly popped and broke off from the neck.

The mother screamed in fright and fell to her knees, "Oh my god, see what I did?"

Although the son's head is disconnected from the body, his lips are squirming, as if he still wants to talk.

The mother hurriedly pressed her ears, "Go ahead, my poor child, mother is listening."

"Mom, I told you to leave and told you to leave me alone. This is my hell. This is the end I deserve. All people who play with fire are an end-just be burned to death."

After saying this, the son died.

Zhang Aihong hugged her son's head and howled.