When I ran around the corner, the back was gone.

I looked around and was stunned, and then went from house to house.

I saw the figure again in a bakery, and he was arguing with the boss over a pancake.

He only buys half a pancake.

The boss's baked cake was sold in its entirety, so he simply charged him half of the money for the baked cake and gave him a baked cake directly, but he insisted on only half of it.

I looked at the back and was amused by his stubbornness.

"Boss, I want half a pancake too. "I walked over to the counter and left half of the money on the counter.

I followed and saw his appearance clearly.

My height was only up to his shoulders.

He is like a restrained ice sculpture, cold and calm, with black and white eyes without waves, as if the living people he sees are just plants and trees in the world.

His coldness, as if pressing the abyss under a hundred years of ice and snow, makes people palpitate.

When he stands silent, it will make people in a trance, even his skin, flesh, muscles and bones are made of snow, and even his breath is cold.

A monk like him seems more suitable to stand alone in a snow-covered empty ancient temple, with a tower made of copper and ebony shrubs behind him and a heavy door in front of him.

The squabbles outside the door were covered with red dust, and the monks inside the door were covered in clouds and snow.

The wide monk's robe on his body was snow-white and not stained with any dust, and the texture seemed to be cotton and linen, but it was neither raw nor cooked hemp.

His hands were thin and thin.

As I saw his appearance clearly, my hands trembled.

"Tsk, the two of you are really compatible, you have to half-pull the baked cake and have the same temperament. Well, half of one person. "The boss was so smacked that he only bought half a baked cake again.

After the boss handed me and him in half, he turned and left, and I hurriedly followed.

He walked straight out of the street and sat down under a pine tree in no man's land, and then began to eat the pancakes slowly, as if he were unaware of what I had followed.

I stopped when he stopped, and after he sat down, I took a few quick steps to sit down on my knees in front of him.

He didn't even glance at me, and continued to focus on the pancake in his hand.

I followed him to confirm with him whether he was a little monk or not, but when I sat cross-legged in front of him, I suddenly didn't dare to confirm with him.

I'm sure he's a little monk, but he doesn't necessarily mean a little monk if he doesn't admit it himself.

As soon as he personally admitted that he was a little monk, then, grandpa was lying.

Grandpa said that I experienced a vision during my lethargy after drowning.

Everything in the illusion is an illusion.

Naturally, including the little monks.

I didn't dare to find out why my grandfather lied to me.

I didn't want to believe that my grandfather lied.

I have zero tolerance for betrayal and deception, and I have always had a lot of respect for my grandfather.

"If I hadn't bought this half of the pancake, you wouldn't have been able to eat it now. If you can't eat the pancakes, you may starve to death. So, I'm your savior. "Now that I've sat down, I have to say something.

I don't seem to have anything else to talk to him about other than baked cakes.

"Hmm. He finally glanced up at me, his eyes cold.

I:......

He:......

"Why do you want to buy just half a pancake?" I usually don't open my mouth without speaking, he is undoubtedly a being who talks less than me.

"The money is lost. He was succinct and to the point.

"Half a biscuit is a life, you count how many times I have saved you, remember to return it when you have the chance. So I gave him half of the biscuit in my hand, and then put all the cash on my body in front of him, and got up and left.

He:......

When I got back down the street, Lowe was looking for me.

When Lowe saw me, he asked me where I had been, and I told her I was just walking around.

The beautiful scenery and food that once made me linger are tasteless in my eyes, and I don't plan to leave Mohe in the afternoon, ready to go to the reckless forest to kill to vent the bitterness in my heart.

Luo didn't ask much about my decision.

The animals in the forest were almost all hibernating, so I killed the animals that were still wandering outside before visiting their nests.

Lowe watched silently as I tied every animal I caught into a sieve, and watched me uncontrollably mad until midnight until I was exhausted before I dared to remind me that it was time to rest.

I tore the python I had just caught in half with my bare hands, and suddenly burst into tears when I fell to the snow.

I hurriedly turned my back to Lowe so that no one could see my weakness.

I don't remember how long it had been since I cried, and the long-lost tears brought out my long-lost panic.

Why did Grandpa lie?

What else is he hiding from me?

To this day, all I know about him is that his surname is Gu and he is very good to me.

I don't know his full name, I don't know his exact age, I don't know where he came from, and I don't know his social connections.

Just like I did when I separated from him ten years ago.

He never took the initiative to mention it, and I didn't want to investigate it too much, and I didn't think to get to the bottom of it.

The only thing I believe is him.

I blackened into ink, but the only pillar of restraint and orderliness was him.

Is he, and will eventually betray me?

Will he, one day, take back his kindness to me, along with his interest?

I laughed out loud again at the thought of this.

Since my grandfather treated me very well and reinvented me, even if he harvested my life at any time, I am duty-bound not to betray me.

What's more, a little lie, it doesn't matter at all.

I'm so hypocritical, after all, I take myself too seriously.

What am I?

Calamity.

A man who should have been drowned by his family a long time ago, a man who was sold by his own mother at the age of six and sank into the sea, a man who was almost eaten by human brains, and a man who was imprisoned in a shop with nowhere to escape.

I've been cared for by my grandfather for ten years, and he told me to die right away, and I earned it.

The louder I laughed, the louder I laughed, until my stomach hurt.

The snow soon buried me, and I smiled and wept.

After a long time, I got up from the snow and shook off my body and walked towards the outside of the forest with a blank face.

There was the sound of babbling singing and music, and I stopped to identify the direction below, and then walked in the direction from which the movement came.

The movement comes from the rouge groove.

In the cemetery where countless women are buried in the rouge ditch, at this moment, the lights are noisy, and thousands of well-dressed women from various countries are recruiting guests by their own means.

Most of the guests were mining workers, who were dirty but had money in their pockets.

As I walked to the graveyard, the women panicked, and a woman who looked like an old bustard stepped out of the room and greeted me with a smile on her face.

"Oh, it's rare to have a distinguished guest. The girls have never seen the world and are ignorant, so don't dislike the two distinguished guests, please sit inside. The old bustard shook the handkerchief in her hand and invited warmly.

"Where to sit, sit on the grave?" I replied in silence.

"Your guests are really good at laughing. Childe, the guest you were waiting for has arrived. The bustard's face remained unchanged.

With her shout, a monk slowly walked out of the most palatial room in appearance.

He wore a wide monk's robe that was snow-white and not stained with any dust.

He is like a restrained ice sculpture, cold and calm, with black and white eyes without waves, as if the living people he sees are just plants and trees in the world.

His appearance is the same as that of a young monk when he grew up.

As he looked at me, he smiled in his eyes, his lips curled in a perfect arc, and his eyebrows rippled softly.

His smile is dazzling, as if the sun is as warm as melting people's hearts, making people irresistible, as gentle and pure as an angel, making people soft and warm.

I was in a trance, and with a bright smile, I hurriedly ran towards him.