And at the moment, at a location of more than ten kilometers away from the B&B.

When Tsering Gesang drove the dilapidated Volkswagen back, the sky had completely darkened, the hazy moonlight had gilded the illuminated scenery with cold white, and the shadows of the trees were blown back and forth, like ghosts with outstretched long hands, spreading terrifying horrors with teeth and claws. The winter wind is always a little cold, especially in the middle of the night, and the cold air penetrates into the bone marrow, as if it will make people shiver at any time, even if you wear thick clothes, you can't bear the cold.

After Tsering Gesang parked the car, he did not rush down, but rolled the window open a small gap. Then he came out of his pocket and felt for the crumpled cigarette case, which he lit unhurriedly.

The lights of the Volkswagen have been turned off, and the body is completely melted into the darkness, and the figures inside can hardly be seen through the window glass, except for the cigarette between Tsering Gesang's fingertips, and the fire burning the cigarette butt flickering in the night.

With this undisturbed silence, Tsering Gesang began to carefully recall everything that happened today.

For Tsering Gesang, going to the airport or train station to do business is the most normal thing, which is the main daily work of Tsering Gesang, and it is also one of the few financial resources that the family can talk about to survive - at least in the eyes of the idle drunkard father and ignorant younger siblings, this is the case. There are always people who are blinded by the illusion in front of them, who never delve into what happened, and who have formed a certain opinion, who will always indulge in previous judgments and never want to get out of it.

How can we describe that kind of ignorance?

It's as if they can make a lot of things change forever with the meagre amount of evidence they had before. Temporary weakness collides with pretended power, but they are accustomed to such illusions, and even feel that they can always stand on the high ground and drive others, and those who are controlled by them will always be controlled.

Those people are selfish and arrogant, hypocritical and blind.

Their reason seems to be covered by the greed in front of them, completely ignoring the changes in time and space, many things will change according to the situation, which is something that is beyond the control of human beings, but it is also a normal thing. Everything is changing rapidly, not to mention the inevitable growth of human beings and the unpredictable human hearts behind it.

Tsering Gesang thought about these questions more than once, and every time he recalled that bleak childhood, as well as the suffering and torture left by all these years, he deeply realized what it means to be bonded. The invisible mire pulled him down, the cruel dreams he dreamed back at midnight, every frame was a series of horrific nightmares, accompanied by endless crying, quarrels, accusations and wails, tearing at Tsering Gesang's eardrums every second, without a moment of tranquility.

The dark green algae named "Despair" tightly entrenched his limbs, dragging Tsering Gesang to the deepest part of the mire, as if the slightest cowardice or submission meant that he would never be able to live forever.

In the end, how did Tsering Gesang overcome these terrible bondage?

He gradually got rid of unnecessary goodness, and if love makes a person weak, then don't love it, and if morality shakes him, then don't be moral....... As a result, many innate things were habitually avoided by Tsering Gesang, who did not know what the extreme was, nor did he know whether he had gone to the extreme step by step. He only knew that he had no more choice, only to be stronger, more evil, and darker than those people, so that he could break free from the quagmire of darkness with violence.

When people are on the verge of despair, only by saving themselves can they gain a glimmer of life.

So this teenager, who was conceived by despair, planned the final escape step by step. He even imagined how to completely break ties with this abyssal family when the time was perfect, and when necessary, regardless of the life or death of these so-called "relatives", he left without looking back, and completely turned the page.

Even if they have the same blood flowing in their bodies, this is a bond that cannot be broken.

Even as the only support for this barren family, if Tsering Gesang is lost, it will be no less than cutting off Abba and his younger siblings to a certain extent.

And before the last opportunity came, Tsering Gesang tried his best to disguise his usual weak appearance, and the sharpness of his eyes was covered by the shadow cast by his drooping eyelashes, not revealing the slightest clue. No one has noticed that under the change of years, Tsering Gesang is no longer the weak and pale child of his youth. He has too much autonomy and too many unsavory ideas, and he will no longer be at the mercy of anyone, and his apparent obedience is only "superficial".

After all, a family as dark as the abyss will only give birth to darker souls.

No one knows that the child who once prayed for the blessing of the gods has really met the gods, and in the darkest of years, there is a girl who has sympathized with the same disease and Tsering Gesang for many years, they have survived countless difficulties that have hurt into the bone marrow, and carefully planned many things after that, without thinking that all this would end without a problem.

The girl was once worshipped as a god by Tsering Gesang.

But now, the gods are gone.

.........

When he thought of this, Tsering Gesang flicked the cigarette that was extinguished on his fingertips.

This nineteen-year-old boy still has a bit of reckless immaturity in his eyebrows, but the fire light against the end of the cigarette is inexplicably a little more unruly sharp, and then it is coated with a hazy filter by the moonlight, and in the end there is only an incomprehensible mystery left. As for his eyes drooping slightly, when he looked at the shadows of the trees on the ground in a daze, it was more as if he was hiding a very faint sadness.

But this sadness was fleeting, and soon turned into a sneer.

And those fragmentary memories that accompanied the light and extinguish of this cigarette, those pains and entanglements, in the end, only Tsering Gesang's explicit ridicule of Abba and his younger siblings remained.

As each other's relatives, they are the people who should know each other the most, but if there is no love in this blood and family relationship at all, will there still be understanding and tolerance, you can have armor, and become each other's backing.

The answer is clearly no.

When they were thinking about how to squeeze the last trace of value from Tsering Gesang, perhaps no one noticed that the young man who had suffered countless grievances had already grown up.

He is no longer the child who only knew how to hide in the cupboard and cry when he was beaten and scolded as a teenager, trembling with the broken empty wine bottles. Then it is conceivable that Tsering Gesang will no longer silently endure those endless grievances.

Tsering Gesang knows better than anyone what life is like when he returns home, nothing more than countless empty wine bottles on the table of a drunken Abba, and several hot meals on the table, wasting time day after day.

There are also younger brothers and sisters who shamelessly reach out and ask for money, and their flattering faces will immediately switch to ridicule the moment they get what they want.

....... It's really boring.

Thinking like this, Tsering Gesang longed to light another cigarette. How to get rid of this nightmarish family, how to let these leeches attach to his body like blood, and squeeze his last trace of vitality, these are all questions that Tsering Gesang thinks about day and night.

And to remove these complications, the current situation is enough to give him a headache. Since the sudden avalanche on Kawagebo Peak, Yang Jin suffered that accident, Tsering Gesang has been in a trance for a long time, the change came too suddenly, and there was no preparation for this young Tibetan teenager, and the final result was obviously irreversible.

It was only at this time that he suddenly realized how naïve his previous so-called rebellion was.

Fortunately, Bai Yicong's appearance gave things the only turnaround.

Before today, Tsering Gesang didn't expect that he would simply pull a business, and in the end it would involve so many things. Just as he didn't expect that Bai Yicong, who made him feel a little mysterious when he first met, would hide it so deeply, especially his sudden decision to go directly to Kawagebo Peak, which is enough to show that many things are not accidental.

Bai Yicong did not come with the purpose of the white wolf with empty gloves, he had an almost complete plan, although it was by chance that he would meet Tsering Gesang at the airport, but when they met each other, Bai Yicong quickly adjusted his plan. It was also at this time that Tsering Gesang realized that his initial judgment was to underestimate Bai Yicong, and that this obviously prepared man came to Tibet not simply as a temptation, but for some unknown reason.

Tsering Gesang's fingers curled slightly, and he lightly buckled in the direction with his thoughts.

So, what is Bai Yicong's purpose?

"Tsering Gesang. ”

It wasn't until this low call came that Tsering Gesang finally came back to his senses.

It was a man who came out of the dark night, his long figure wrapped in a black trench coat, knee-length, the style was too retro, almost like the robes of a medieval mage, revealing a little mystery for no reason. When he walked from afar, his steps were unhurried, as if he was thinking about something very slowly and methodically, and Tsering Gesang looked at him through the window of the car, only to feel that this person seemed to have melted into the moonlight, so that he could not see anything really, only a hazy feeling like a silhouette.

It wasn't until the man got close and stood by the window of Tsering Gesang that Tsering Gesang finally saw his appearance clearly.

Or rather, it is not accurate to see his physiognomy clearly. After all, most of that person's face was hidden in a hanging black hood, and he wore a silver carved mask on his face, which perfectly concealed his facial features, leaving only the slightly raised corners of his lips, which drew a faint arc.

Only the indifference in his tone seemed to be determined about something.