Zhang Qiling kept wiping away the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes. Was it a nightmare?
The sound of breaking the door latch was very loud. Why haven't I woke up yet?
What on earth was she dreaming about? She kept crying.
"Ruoyan, Ruoyan." He pushed her body, but there was still no response.
Zhang Qiling's face changed slightly, and at the same time, he heard an almost inaudible broken murmur in her mouth.
He listened.
"Brother... Zhang Qiling... no... don't die."
Lin Ruoyan saw that as the adults of the Zhang family cleared up more and more soil, many.
The bodies of several seven or eight-year-old children were piled in the corner.
In order to drive away the eggs in the soil of the ancient city of Sizhou, the blood of these children had been drained and died.
The little brother’s blood had almost been drained. Lin Ruoyan tried to touch him again and again, but it was still in vain.
His thin body could no longer withstand such a large amount of blood and fell into a coma.
"Ruoyan, Ruoyan." A young brother's voice came.
Seeing her frowning, her tears were flowing more and more, and she fell too deep into the nightmare.
Zhang Qiling didn't care about anything else. He picked up her upper body and pressed lightly on her two acupuncture points in Baihui Fengchi.
As he pressed, Lin Ruoyan's tears gradually stopped, her expression relaxed, and she returned to sleep.
What on earth did she dream about...
She kept shouting his name, was she dreaming about herself?
Why...is it so painful?
When Lin Ruoyan woke up, it was already dawn.
After opening her eyes for a while, she realized that she had woken up from her dream.
"Ruo Yan." Her hand was held.
Looking at the person beside the bed with dull eyes, he is the grown-up brother.
She sat up and rushed over to hug him. Fortunately, he did not die and grew up safely.
"What were you dreaming about, making you cry so sadly?" Zhang Qiling was afraid that she would suffer another nightmare, so he guarded her all night.
Lin Ruoyan was silent after hearing his words.
"Brother, let's go have breakfast."
Zhang Qiling wanted to ask more, but she didn't want to say that he couldn't control his emotions and ignored her wishes.
He didn't want her to be angry again.
Zhang Haike has not been seen in the past two days, and he has no idea where he went.
During the day, he still went to the patio and continued to carve the stone.
Lin Ruoyan sat on one side of the stone statue, amidst the sound of his carving.
One hand unconsciously touched the stone statue back and forth, and the other hand held his chin and hair.stay.
What is my real name?
The old man called out his real name. The sound behind the word Zhang was obscured by the sound of the door opening, and she did not hear it.
Even the little brother has forgotten his real name.
Is the glass of red liquid he drank when he became the Zhang family's Qiling the culprit that caused his frequent amnesia?
Isn’t her blood able to cure all poisons? Doesn't it have any effect if part of the previous blood enters the little brother's body?
Thinking about how her bloodline was originally transformed from a drop of Zulong’s essence and blood.
If it is her heart's content, my little brother will be granted the ultimate gift in the future.
Will I also lose my memory?
In Chinese medicine, there is also a saying that the heart produces blood, and nourishing the blood must nourish the heart. In the novels I read before time travel, whether it was martial arts or fairy tales, the heart blood was very powerful.
"Ruoyan!"
"Huh?" Lin Ruoyan was interrupted by his shout, but found that it was the younger brother who had already completed today's carving.
She looked aside. Judging from the progress of today's carving, she could almost see the figure of a woman.
It should be the statue of my mother, Pema.
"Let's go back." Zhang Qiling saw that she was absent-minded, as if she had something on her mind.
It’s night again.
I don’t know if I still have dreams today and want to leave here, but those are my forgotten memories.
Although she doesn’t know what kind of power makes her dream about these things every night.
When she stepped onto the steps of this lamasery, was the warning from that voice because of this dream?
The door latch of the room that was broken by the boy had been replaced by the lama during the day.
This kind of door latch is very simple. It is a stick-shaped object that can be moved left and right and inserted into the arched grooves of the two doors, so it is not very laborious to replace it.
The dream comes as promised, and this time the dream is very recent.
Judging from the clothing of the personnel and the decoration of the building, it looks like the 1950s and 1960s.
Although he knew he couldn't touch him, Lin Ruoyan still couldn't help but reach out and touch the man lying among the pile of instruments.
His face is no different from the little brother she knows now.
Except for being sickly white.
The hospital gown on his body was empty, a few strands of hair fell down from his forehead, and his lips were pale.
His eyes were tightly closed under his fine eyelashes, and he was sleeping quietly on the hospital bed.
The whole person was like a broken jade vase, shattered into pieces.
As the blood was drawn out again and again.
It seems to be back to the way it was in the ancient tomb.
There was no more brilliance in his opened eyes, like stars falling, and his eyes were empty and blank.
Twenty years have passed since he was imprisoned and subjected to experiments.
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Lin Ruoyan followed behind him blankly. Seeing his stumbling figure, tears could no longer be shed.
Since nothing can be changed, why let her see this?
Zhang Qishan, Zhang Dafoye, and the Zhang family are really a disgusting group of people.
Seeing that he was about to fall, Lin Ruoyan couldn't help but help him.
Just when she thought she was helping Kong, she unexpectedly grabbed his arm this time.
He seemed a little surprised as he looked back.
Lin Ruoyan woke up from his dream.
The twenty years that the other person was imprisoned were just a dream for her.
Is it the way of heaven?
She opened the door, it was still late at night, and the snow was flying in the sky outside.
The door to the next room also opened.
Because something was wrong with her and she kept paying attention, even in her sleep, Zhang Qiling still heard the door opening of Lin Ruoyan's room.
The sleepiness disappeared instantly.
Lin Ruoyan turned his head. In the falling snowflakes, the man in front of him coincided with the face in his dream.
"Brother." Lin Ruoyan rushed into his arms and hugged his waist with both hands.
He has experienced too much pain and darkness of human nature. How did he survive all these years?
If you can’t remember those memories, it’s not a kind of forgotten happiness.
Although Zhang Qiling didn't know why, he still stretched out his arms to embrace her.
Because the clothes he wore when sleeping were not thick, he could clearly feel that the clothes on his chest were quickly soaked with her tears.
Her mood has been a bit strange these past two days, and she has never taken the initiative to hug him before.
"Brother, let's stop looking for memories and ignore the Zhang family, okay?"
Lin Ruoyan raised her head and spoke before he asked her first.
Zhang Qiling paused after hearing this. He reached out and wiped away the tears from her eyes, remaining silent.
The Zhang family can ignore it, but the Wang family still exists, and the Wang family’s handiwork can be vaguely seen in the files.
The appearance of Sanshui means that the Wang family has ranked her ahead of the Zhang family.
Their pursuit of immortality has reached the point of madness. If they were responsible for protecting the Zhang family before, now they have her as their protector.
He was afraid that he would not be able to protect her on his own.
Lin Ruoyan understood what he meant.
"The Zhang family... is not worth it."
Zhang Qiling remained silent. He rarely said rejection, but silence represented rejection.
"I understand." Lin Ruoyan lowered his eyes.
"Go to bed early, little brother." Lin Ruoyan stepped back and, without waiting for his answer, went back to his room and closed the door.
In the darkness, Zhang Qiling stood there and looked at her door for a long time.
The next day, Lin Ruoyan did not accompany him to watch him carving stone statues, saying that he wanted to listen to a lecture by a great lama who could speak Chinese.
He did see that she went to Lama Deren.
Although Zhang Qiling felt a little uneasy, he had already reached the important stage of facial carving, so he tried to calm down and carve carefully.
He finished work relatively early today. She was not around, so he still couldn't calm down.
When I returned to the room where they were next to each other, I was relieved to see the lights in Lin Ruoyan's room.
After cleaning up and coming back, I saw that the lights had not been extinguished yet. I hesitated for a moment and then went to knock on the door.
Lin Ruoyan adjusted her emotions, prepared herself mentally, and placed the things in her hands in a hidden place.
"Brother." Lin Ruoyan opened the door.
Zhang Qiling was choked up and forgot what he originally wanted to say.
She was wearing a custom-made dress from Gulou today. In the flickering candlelight, she seemed to have been specially dressed, and she was looking at him with a smile.
After the two of them changed their clothes, they placed them in her space.
This reminded him of that beautiful night for no reason.
"Come in." Lin Ruoyan pulled him in.
Her fair cheeks showed a faint pink color, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her long hair was half-draped behind her shoulders like a cloud.
Her lips are as delicate as rose petals, and a hint of snow-like skin is exposed under the black collar.
Zhang Qiling didn't know why, so she subconsciously closed the door behind her.
Lin Ruoyan was stunned for a moment when he saw this, then he realized it and smiled sweetly.
She mustered up the courage to reach out and grab his neck with her hands, and the wide sleeves slipped from her arms.
Wei Wei tiptoed closer to his lips and described them awkwardly.
Zhang Qiling clenched her fists and tried her best to hold back. She was so strange that she didn't know what she was planning.
Lin Ruoyan sighed secretly, the little brother was unmoved, so bland.
What’s next? The courage is gone, and I am a little discouraged. Let’s think of a solution.
She released her hands and was about to leave him, but the next moment his hands tightened around her waist and pulled her back.
This height was just right for her hot breath to spray on his throat.
Lin Ruoyan looked at the Adam's apple that was rolling slowly right in front of him, and accidentally got closer and licked it.
Zhang Qiling felt a loud bang, and his enthusiasm instantly broke through the shackles of calmness. The blood all over his body surged to the top of his head, and even the nerve endingsShouting.
It fell on her face like a storm, as if it was about to embed her whole body into her body.
He began to be dissatisfied with being in only one place, and more and more heat fell on her neck and collarbone.
Lin Ruoyan could hardly breathe.
He paused when his hand reached into her collar.
"Is it okay?" He breathed heavily and asked in a low voice.