The story is pieced together little by little, and Tsering Gesang doesn't know how those seven days passed.

Recalling those days, Tsering Gesang felt as if he had split into two personalities, and during the day he was disgusted with Abba's endless scolding, and longed to draw a line with this drunkard who had fallen into madness, and not to say a word of nonsense. But at night, he was destined to wake up at a special time, and couldn't help but find out what Abba had gone through. Even because of his inexplicable curiosity, he developed some sympathy for this suddenly decadent man.

It's not about forgiveness, it's just about compassion. The poor must have something to hate, so how can a hateful person have no cause? Everything has a cause and effect, and there is never love without a cause, and there is no hatred without a reason.

It's probably just a matter of fate.

........

"Remember what I just said, the mandala flower in Abba's hand?"

After talking about these things, Tsering Gesang sighed lowly and turned his head to look at Bai.

The evening breeze blew the bangs on the young man's forehead, and the shadows that fell obscured his vision, and even his expression became obscure.

"That flower was brought down by your father from Kawagebo Peak, so his doom began after that?"

"No, it wasn't he who brought the flower down, it was the flower that got tangled around him. Tsering Gesang suddenly raised his head and looked at Bai fixedly, "Before I tell the rest of the story, I want to ask you, do you believe in the curse?"

He was greeted by a chuckle from a strange man, the epilogue faintly dissipated in the wind.

Shiro didn't answer the question directly, but opened his mouth meaningfully.

"The sacrifices in the temple and the formations in the sea of flowers are said to be destruction and rebirth, and everything that violates the rules will be punished to some extent. If you don't want to be punished, unless you can break out of the rules and become the creator of the rules—if you don't think so, the story of the first six days is more or less related to that sacrifice, isn't it itself derived from a curse?"

Tsering Gesang glanced at Bai suspiciously, and always felt that what he said was obviously more profound than what he wanted to express. So much so that it is clear that Tsering Gesang is the one who peels away the mystery of the past and explains the strange events in the snow-capped mountains little by little, but it is Bai's attitude that has become the biggest mystery, making the current situation more and more unpredictable.

The simplest truth is that the first reaction of a simple bystander to hearing these things should be shock or fear, and then in order to alleviate the negative impact of such emotions, he will come up with a series of refutations or doubts. How is it possible to accept all this so calmly and pinpoint the crux of the problem?

Tsering Gesang couldn't explain how Bai felt to him, as if the man knew everything, but he wanted him to say it himself, to confirm something, or to change the course of things, or just to get an answer.

And such a strange feeling, Tsering Gesang once experienced it.

It was in the midst of seven consecutive days of awakening, and when the strange events intensified on the last day and everything settled, Tsering Gesang finally couldn't help but wonder if something was doomed from the time those people found Abba. Someone pushed him to spy on this secret, and in the end, he was responsible for the bitter consequences.

If there is really a so-called fatalistic fate, there is a pair of invisible hands at the end of the clouds pulling his fate, and it is nothing more than that.

Thinking like this, Tsering Gesang simply gave up thinking and said directly.

"If you believe me, you'll understand what I'm going to say next. ”

........

After the whole story of the first six days was told, Tsering Gesang gradually understood what Abba had been through, and on the seventh day he woke up as always, still young enough to get used to this strange coincidence. And at that time, Tsering Gesang didn't know that this was the last day of the adventure, and it was also the day of the unexpected.

That day, Abba sat at the table and wept with his hands over his face.

"Snow Girl, Snow Girl....... If there really is a secret method of immortality in the world, where am I going to find it, I don't ask you to bless me with immortality, at least remove the curse from my body, and don't let this terrible nightmare haunt me again. I didn't tell anyone about that night, I didn't think about offending the gods, I was going crazy, I was going crazy. ”

Tsering Gesang was too young to hear it in a fog, and he didn't understand what Abba was afraid of.

He could only vaguely combine Abba's drunken words before, and deduce the particularly terrible things that happened on the snowy mountain, so as to analyze Abba's heart. Perhaps it was the terrible sacrifice in the sea of mandala flowers that left a deeper impact on him, or was it entangled in the intense stimulus that subverted preconceived notions, so that he was swept up in fear all day long?

At this time, Tsering Gesang did not know what kind of despair it was to be haunted by nightmares.

Of course, he didn't know that when he really understood Abba, it would be because he felt empathy. In the long years that followed, the nightmare did not make Tsering Gesang forgive Abba's innocent suffering, but instead filled with hatred to the bone, why is Heaven so unjust to let him bear all this?

"For the first six days, I was hiding in the corner and secretly listening to Abba's stories, and I was actually curious at the time, why did he keep thinking about these things, the past has long passed, isn't it okay to stop there?"

Tsering Gesang's tone paused slightly, and then suddenly changed.

"Until the last day, Abba took out the mandala flower. ”

As Tsering Gesang said the point, Bai's expression became a little more serious.

He turned his head sideways to look at Tsering Gesang, undisguised the scrutiny in his gaze, the carved mask obscured his expression, but the condescension could not be hidden, under his gaze, the young man slowly opened his mouth.

"How should I describe that mandala flower.......

Tsering Gesang bit his lower lip lightly, and his usual disguise collapsed at this moment. Reflecting the cold moonlight, his eyes were full of obvious fear and doubt, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of between his teeth, so broken and intermittent, that it seemed difficult to say every more word.

"You've seen ....... Plants that eat people?"

At that time, Tsering Gesang was hiding behind the wall, and he saw Abba take out a pair of red candles from the drawer, and bow to the shrine, the white porcelain bowl was filled with clear wine, and Abba held the dagger he carried with him, and gently cut his wrist.

The crimson blood slowly dripped down and swirled into a faint flower in the porcelain bowl. The wisps of red gradually formed a phantus in the air, tangled into a confused symbol, and the golden light spread, which was exactly the same as the scene in the strange sacrifice on the peak of Kawagebo that Abba had described earlier.

Abba's expression was almost wooden, and he looked at the flower in front of him in distraction, and bowed slowly.

Tsering Gesang watched as under the nourishment of the blood, the mandala that had been drying up more and more wantonly, and the extremely gorgeous mandala flower was full of enchanting crimson, as if it had been washed by the blood of thousands of people, so that it could bloom such a sinful beauty. Flowers are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and tangled vines cling to every corner of the living room, quickly growing a whole sea of flowers, as if to completely engulf everything around them.

In a few moments, the living room was only red.

The scene in front of him was too shocking, but Tsering Gesang couldn't be afraid. As if hypnotized, he stepped forward step by step from the corner of the wall and stopped in front of the shrine. Abba knelt beside him, as if he didn't even look at Tsering Gesang, but knelt in front of the shrine with his hands folded and whispered an ancient incantation.

Tsering Gesang watched as the golden lines appeared in the air, gradually transforming into ancient symbols.

It was a text he had never seen before, and he didn't know what kind of civilization it represented, but the deep sense of fear was deeply remembered by Tsering Gesang in his heart, and he never forgot it for many years after that. Before Tsering Gesang could fully react, the surrounding scene changed again.

The crazy vines clinged to his body, and the feeling of suffocation suddenly hit, Tsering Gesang only felt that he was being dragged into the bottomless Chen Tan, and there was a sharp stinging sensation all over his body, as if some kind of force would tear him to pieces in the next second.

Tsering Gesang wanted to ask for help, and desperately stretched out his arm in the direction of his side, but Abba just knelt on the side sluggishly, clearly close at hand, but it seemed to isolate two different time and space. The chanting became louder and louder, and Abba held silver chopsticks in his hand, tapping the edge of the plain white porcelain bowl one by one.

This became the last recurring voice in Tsering Gesang's mind, completely depriving him of the clarity of knowing the sea.

In the next instant, Tsering Gesang lost consciousness.

........

Descriptions of the past come to an abrupt halt, leaving only the sound of the wind.

Tsering Gesang's voice was a little hoarse in the night wind, and his lowered gaze was enough to hide a lot of emotions, and his expression became no longer real, which also made this experience sound a little strange even more confusing.

"The next day, I woke up in my bed, and there was nothing unusual in the house, Abba just drank all night. After that, I never woke up in the middle of the night, and the events of those seven days seemed to be just my dreams, and the events about the Kawagebo Peak had just passed, and everything had passed....... It didn't seem like anything had changed, I didn't hear about Abba's temple again, and I certainly didn't see the mandala flower again. ”

As the words fell, Tsering Gesang's tone paused, and then extinguished the cigarette in his mouth.

"So that's the end of the story?"

"How is that possible?" Tsering Gesang sneered at Shangbai's inquiring gaze before continuing, "If it ends here, it will be too smooth, in fact, this is just the beginning. ”

When he said this, Tsering Gesang stepped forward unhurriedly and just stopped in front of Bai.

Before the man could speak, Tsering Gesang reacted first.

The elastic sleeves of the cuffs of the black down jacket were quickly pulled up by Tsering Gesang, and when the heavy coat and inner sweater were rolled up, the young man's forearm was exposed for a small time, and his dark skin could see faint blood vessels and green tendons, and on the top of the skin was an entangled flower and stamen. The dark red flowers reveal a strange sense of bewitching under the moonlight, which clearly should not be the tattoo pattern that men should choose, the red is obviously too entangled and too enchanting, which obviously does not match Tsering Gesang's temperament.

But that's not the point of Shiro.

Beneath the dazzling red, the blooming flower has a life force that devours everything.

That's the entangled mandala flower.