When Tsering Gesang was silent, Bai's gaze stopped unhurriedly on him.

The emotions on the boy's face were tried to restrain them, the night was like a hazy shadow that shrouded in it, enough to hide a lot of things, the cigarette he bit on the corner of his lip went out with the evening breeze, and Shiro looked at him so indifferently, as if he were spying on all his unknown secrets.

On the day he met Yang Jin, he was fifteen years old when Tsering Gesang was in the dark.

Many times a person is not unable to tolerate the darkness, nor is it so delicate that he cannot digest those negative emotions on his own, and in the long run, he will gradually develop some kind of immunity. When the grievances have been suffered enough, it is like forming an armor that has become a cure for a long time, and many things become not surprising that you can be persuaded to accept them.

The same applies to Tsering Gesang.

Childhood memories are always accompanied by repression and torture, beatings, drunkenness, crying, and arguing all night, these horrific fragments of memories are repeated in cycles, like endless nightmares, day after day. Tsering Gesang didn't know how many times he had been woken up in the wee hours of the morning, just as he didn't know how he had survived such a terrible period of time.

Later, when he recalled those days, Tsering Gesang only remembered the gray-white roof of the dilapidated house, and the chandelier reflected the moonlight through the window to elongate it into a black shadow, like a devil's hideous minions in the trance brought by insomnia. It wasn't until my grandmother left when she was ten years old that the endless quarrels at home finally quieted down.

But Abba's drunkenness never woke up, but the target of beating and scolding changed from Grandma to Tsering Gesang and his younger brother, who was still young at that time, and the bullying and fear of hardness and inflammation in his bones had already begun to appear. Probably because he knows how to avoid risks too well, his younger brother will not express his opinions, nor will he defy authority, and the only thing he will do is to obey. Therefore, he can always quickly take himself out when the scolding is coming, and become what Aba calls a "well-behaved and obedient" child, and obtain temporary safety. As the older brother who was left, Tsering Gesang always bore all his father's anger, and even became more abrupt because of the comparison, which made the beating and scolding and reprimanding even worse.

Tsering Gesang endured all this in silence, and the only psychological comfort seemed ethereal.

........ If there is a god.

If there really is a god, will they come to save him?

Probably the more ethereal it is, the more hopeful it is, just as praying to God and Buddha can really accumulate some good fortune and make one's luck better. Not to mention, the inability to confirm to a certain extent means that it will not be destroyed, so the beautiful legends circulating in Tibetan areas, those extravagant hopes that are almost impossible to realize, have become the only sustenance of Tsering Gesang in his youth.

Now that I think about it, absurdity is absurd, but it is also really a chance.

I don't know how long I was silent, but Tsering Gesang finally opened his mouth.

"Have you heard of the legend of the Snow Maiden?"

The cigarette was about to burn out, and the cigarette in his mouth smelled of burning mush, choking Tsering Gesang's throat with a faint bitter taste. He took a few hard puffs, then tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and ran it out with the tip of his shoe.

"I've heard that this is a story that you have passed down here, and it can be regarded as a word of mouth. ”

Bai chuckled and opened his mouth, and quickly gave an accurate answer.

The confrontation went on in silence, and it was obvious who had the upper hand and who fell behind.

Bai Neng clearly realized that the Tibetan teenager's psychological defense line was crumbling little by little with his guidance. It's like a tiny pinhole in a transparent iron plate, and a very fine droplet of water seeps in through the hole and drips down at a slow speed. Such small gaps are too easy to overlook, and if you don't look closely, you may not even notice the dampness on the iron plate.

But what does it matter?

With the presence of the first pinhole, it is enough to show that something has gone wrong with what was once tightly sealed, and as long as the problem is established, it is only a matter of time before the whole iron plate faces the final and complete collapse. For example, at this moment, after many things have gone into Bai's plan in an irreversible way, he has already spied the results from Tsering Gesang's current reaction.

It is only a matter of time before this still unresolved chess piece is completely falling.

Legend has it that the Snow Maiden lives on the Peak of Kawagbo, and no one has ever seen her true appearance, and only those who are destined to have a glimpse of the Snow Maiden from afar, but this does not prevent people from using beautiful words to describe her, such as holy and dusty. ”

Bai's voice is faint, and he gives people a clear feeling of being a little weak, but whenever he speaks, he is calm and determined.

"Every time the moon is full, the Snow Maiden dances in the snow, and her dance dissipates all bad luck and calamity, so that the blizzard that closes the mountain will stop. Because of this, the Snow Maiden is known as the protector of the snow-capped mountains, and with the protection of the Snow Maiden, those who climb the Kawagebo Peak can have a safe and smooth journey....... That's a moving rumor, isn't it?"

Tsering Gesang didn't bother to make too many comments on this, so he just responded casually.

"You're right, in our place, almost everyone who has to deal with the snow-capped mountains will pray to a greater or lesser extent for the blessing of the Snow Maiden, just like on festivals or special festivals, people will eat fasting and chant Buddha, and go to the temple to offer incense. This is everyone's psychological comfort, but also a certain degree of faith, Tibet has always been a place of extreme loyalty to the faith, but rumors are often just rumors, it is difficult to delve into the truth or falsehood. ”

"After all, it is Tibet, and it is always synonymous with the sacred and mysterious in the eyes of poets. Otherwise, how could there be so many people who specially entered the Tibetan to find the Pure Land in the depths of their hearts?" Bai nodded slightly, and then his tone paused, and the topic changed, "The truth of the rumors is indeed not verifiable, but I heard that your father once met the Snow Maiden?"

As these words fell, Tsering Gesang glanced at Bai in some surprise.

The nerves that had been tense from the beginning of the meeting were instantly pulled to a critical point at this moment, and his hostility towards this strange man who had suddenly visited was infinitely expanded, and it was almost impossible to hide it by drooping eyelashes. Tsering Gesang's brow furrowed, and the toe of his shoe grinded on the cigarette butt that had long since been extinguished, as if he was thinking about why Bai knew about these details.

....... Did you prepare in advance and find out the news through various channels?

The matter about Aba is the deepest secret in the family, even when he was drunk, the man didn't mention it, even Tsering Gesang and his younger brother couldn't get a glimpse of it, and no one else should know.

Tsering Gesang could confirm that it was the first time he had seen Bai, although this man was wearing a silver mask, and most of his face was hidden, making it impossible to tell the difference, but his temperament was too unique. The mysterious sense of alienation, and the invisible oppression brought about by excessive condescension, but if Tsering Gesang has seen it once, he will never admit that he is wrong.

It was as if this man had crawled out of the cold hell, and he had already escaped life and death, so all that was left around him was the dark blood of hell, and there was also a bloody wind and rain in his gestures, if he had seen it, how could he forget it.

"You don't have to be surprised by that. ”

Seeing Tsering Gesang's doubts, Bai opened his mouth unhurriedly.

It was not so much his careful explanation as it was a demonstration against the confused teenager in a certain condescending manner, with the most casual attitude, and even a point of pity to make the problem clearer.

"I already said it when we first met, I know you better than you think. The conflict between you and your father, your past with Yang Jin, whether the girl you admire is alive or dead, and even more....... I know. ”

"Why do you know these things. Tsering Gesang looked straight at Bai, his gaze was almost sharp, "This is all a secret in our family, it will take a lot of effort to investigate these things, why are you wasting so much time on me, to put it bluntly, I am just a person who has nothing to do with you, right?"

Until this moment, the doubts in Tsering Gesang's eyes had gradually been replaced by defense.

After the meeting, he had always regarded Shiro as an intruder who had suddenly invaded the territory, so he put on a full attack stance, unabashedly showing his sharp teeth and sharp claws, but the attack stance was only suitable for his own kind, and it seemed ridiculous and ridiculous to those who overlooked him from above.

As the other side of the confrontation, Bai was as calm as ever, just looking at the young man opposite with a faint smile.

"Who the hell are you, why did you find me, or rather, what do you want to do?"

"I've already answered this question, but I don't mind answering it again, you can assume it's my sincerity. ”

With the wide brim of his hat covering his white face and only a hint of curvature at the corners of his lips, he took out enough patience to slowly tear apart Tsering Gesang's remaining inner defenses and dissect the last secret of this Tibetan teenager with his own hands.

"Help you or use you, whatever you understand, but ......."

"But what?" Tsering Gesang clenched his lower lip with his teeth,

"But there's no point in you digging into my purpose. You just need to know that I can help you solve what you want to do, and in the adult world, everything has a price, and what you want to get, you have to pay the same price. I can provide you with a solution, but the final decision is yours, and the cost needs to be borne by you. ”

"That'....... What do you need me to do?"

"What I need you to do, I can tell you slowly later. Bai chuckled lowly, and the smile on the corner of his lips became thicker, "Before that, you also need to let me see your sincerity, for example, to answer my question just now." ”

This time the silence lasted significantly longer, and when it came time to speak again, Tsering Gesang completely suppressed the sharpness in his eyes.

"That's right, Abba once went to look for the Snow Maiden, but something happened....... When I was little, Abba wasn't like that. ”