In the dream, it took him a year before his master finally admitted that he had learned to think.
He took him into the room that had been dusty for ten years.
In the end, what accompanied him was only three days of silent breathing and heartbeat.
Seeing the figure huddled up next to the stone statue in the heavy snow, her heart clenched.
Lin Ruoyan opened her eyes, hearing the rustle of snow outside the door. She simply put on her Tibetan robe and opened the door to the room.
The heavy snow outside is just like in a dream.
She hurried towards the stone statue in the courtyard.
When she arrived at the well, she slowed down. In the heavy snow, there was a person huddled next to the stone statue.
The snow on the ground creaked and made the sound of being stepped on. By the light reflected from the snow, just like in a dream, the person sitting there curled up in a ball was indeed the little brother.
A thick layer of snow has fallen on his body.
Lin Ruoyan's eyes were full of pain. She squatted in front of him and touched his forehead. Her touch was cold.
Brush away the fallen snow from his hair and body, take off his Tibetan robe and wrap him up.
"Brother, you are not alone. You have me, and Brother Hu and the others."
Lin Ruoyan's warm lips fell on his cold eyebrows.
The warm breath dispelled the overwhelming pain in his heart.
Zhang Qiling raised his head and looked at her blankly.
Who is she? There are no women in the lamasery.
Why didn't he hate her touch?
"Ruo Yan!"
It was already late at night when Zhang Qiling finished reading a series of cases involving Dong Can and Kang Baluo.
I almost understand the operation of the system in the Lama Temple.
At this time...she must have fallen asleep.
Remembering her instructions, he got up and left the room.
The two rooms are next to each other.
When he saw the door to her room wide open, he felt as if he had been hit hard.
She walked into her room as stiffly as a dead tree. There was no one there, and the bed was cold.
The room was neat and tidy. She left it on her own initiative. A thin layer of snowflakes had been blown down by the wind at the door.
Zhang Qiling’s eyes were filled with death.
No, his eyes lit up again.
Zhang Qiling strode to the door. The rooms they lived in were covered by front eaves, and the snowfall was not deep.
Coupled with the low temperature, the footprints in the snow have been shaped and will not be easily blended into one by the falling snowflakes.
In addition to his footprints, there is also a line of very shallow female footprints. The direction is not towards the temple gate, but towards the depths.
Following this series of intermittent footprints, Zhang Qiling passed through several patios.
Sure enough, he saw her leaning over a stone statue in the snowy courtyard, her body covered with snow.
"Ruo Yan!" Zhang Qiling's fingertips trembled slightly. It's great that she didn't leave.
As soon as Lin Ruoyan left his forehead, she was startled by a familiar shout from behind.
Why did another little brother appear?
The figure of the young man by the patio came towards her quickly.
She turned her head mechanically and looked at the little brother who was wrapped in her hidden robe.
Lin Ruoyan was stunned, she was like a dividing line, and the boys on both sides could not see each other.
"Ruo Yan." Zhang Qiling hugged her tightly and buried his head in her neck.
When she saw the stone statue behind her, an uncontrollable sadness surged into her heart.
The silent time in his memory passed little by little. While he understood something, he also lost something.
Then he carved the stone statue in the heavy snow.
Lin Ruoyan turned her head from his arms and found that only her Tibetan robe was there next to the stone statue.
In the silent snowy night, the two embraced each other.
The stone statue is no longer his only connection with this world.
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After going back that night, the little brother became even more silent.
He found a stone and a chisel and started carving next to the stone statue in the courtyard.
That stone statue represents a child's longing for his mother.
Lin Ruoyan stayed by his side silently. His technique was not skillful, he only chiseled one by one.
As the day passed, I could only barely make out that the stone was human-shaped.
"Brother, it's getting late. Let's come back tomorrow."
It stopped snowing for a day, and in the evening there were signs that it was going to snow again.
Zhang Qiling nodded, got up and followed her back to her residence.
Lin Ruoyan was dreaming again.
"The Zhang family has rotted from the root, and it is only a matter of time before it falls apart.
After you are selected as the spirit riser, they will take away everything they can, leaving nothing behind. What is given to you is rotten, and everything left that you don’t want to bear will be imposed on you.
After you, no one will take over the position of Qi Ling. ”
In the quiet back mountain temple, under the dim yellow oil lamp, an old man said to a child of about thirteen years old.
After hearing the old man's words, the child's eyes showed no emotion.
The old man sighed.
"You still have a long time. After becoming a spirit awakener, the first thing you lose isIt is my past, and then I will forget my future. "
The thirteen-year-old child's eyes remained unchanged, but he turned his head slightly, as if he heard something.
Someone is coming here.
" It's not too late now, you have one last chance to leave. "
The footsteps on the stairs were very light. The child's ears moved, but he still heard it.
Seeing this, the old man sighed, shook his head silently, and cut off the oil lamp. A piece of wick was crushed into black powder.
He dipped it in with a brush, gestured for him to reach out, and wrote a line of numbers on his hand.
Zero Two Two. Zero zero zero five nine
"This is the number on the next line. I can forget everything except it. "
The child carefully closed his hands.
Someone pushed the door.
"Zhang..." The old man called his real name, but The subsequent pronunciation was masked by the sound of the door opening.
"Zhang Qiling, the time is up. "The figure who came in shouted to him.
Zhang Qiling saluted the old man, turned and left the dimly lit temple.
Walking outside in the sunshine, a huge The coffin rested in the middle of the snow in the yard.
“Don’t drink. " Lin Ruoyan, who had been watching, reached out to knock it down, but it passed through his body.
He calmly took a glass of red liquid handed to him by someone next to the coffin, drank it, and then lay down in the coffin. .
On the coffin lid, a group of people lifted the huge coffin away from here.
The scene turned, and a group of seven or eight-year-old children were cut by adults in the dark ancient tomb. Opening his wrist, a water tank below was collecting their blood.
Lin Ruoyan recognized the young brother at a glance.
< p> Completely different from what he was when he grew up. He is thin and malnourished. It can be seen that he did not have a good life when he was a child.He is different from other children. Yes, his blood was caught in another smaller container.
Tears kept flowing from the corners of Lin Ruoyan's eyes while she was sleeping.
She could only look helplessly at the dream. The little brother was kept in captivity and had to fight and exterminate blood for the Zhang family again and again.
Because of his small stature, he was often asked to go to small places where adults could not enter.
Being adopted by the so-called adoptive father of the tribe was just because of his Qilin blood.
After Zhang Qiling came back from reading the file, he habitually went to see her room first.
He tried to push it, and the door was locked from the inside.
He was relieved.
But when he turned to leave, he heard her weak cry.