Later, recalling those days, Tsering Gesang could still feel the fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He didn't dare to confirm many details, along with those strange words that were strange no matter how he thought, vague fragments shattered in the moonlight through the window, the room without the lights was dark and dreary, and the strong smell of wine made people's minds swell, and many judgments became unreal. Tsering Gesang woke up at the same time for seven days in a row, and if one or two days could be interpreted as a coincidence, it later became some kind of strange predestination, as if it was a sign that something was about to come out.

"Have you ever had lucid dreams in light sleep?"

"Haven't done it. Bai's gaze swept over Tsering Gesang, and he paused for a few seconds before he replied lightly, "However, I know what it feels like, and you can say anything you want to say directly." ”

"It was like I was in a lucid dream...... When I think back to those seven days, that's what it feels like. ”

Tsering Gesang's teeth were on his lower lip, and his voice was low and slow.

"I could see everything clearly, I could see everything in my house, and I hid behind the wall with the sound of a ticking grandfather clock. Under the dim moonlight, the scene of the home became hazy, I was clearly awake, my mind was very clear, but I had an indescribable sense of distance from everything around me, as if it was untouchable. I was too timid to make too much noise, and I even had to control the frequency of my breathing. I thought to myself, if I really disturbed Abba and let him find out that I hadn't slept so late, it would be a beating. ”

Speaking of this, Tsering Gesang's tone paused slightly, and he sighed lowly.

"But actually, even if I did make any noise, it probably didn't matter. Can you imagine the feeling of being out of place, standing in my own home, watching everything happen around me, but Abba and my brother were like they were in another time and space, and they couldn't communicate with me at all. Nothing has changed for anyone else, only I am different, and I can really change certain processes and get out of it from it all along. ”

"Can't communicate?" Bai asked lightly.

"Yes, I can't communicate, or I can influence them, but they can't influence me. The same scene, different time and space, they can't get out of the established illusion, but I'm different, I didn't sink into the dream. ”

Tsering Gesang gestured slightly, considered his tone, and tried to explain his feelings to Bai.

"It's like a dream in light sleep, I'm awake enough to even control the dream. As a backdrop in the dream, Abba can only do the things that have already been predestined to the end, like showing a recorded mime in front of me, and I see everything clearly outside the repertoire, and press the stop button when necessary to change the plot after that. ”

"How do you know you're detached and not part of another big picture?"

"What?"

Tsering Gesang raised his head in a daze, just in front of the faint curvature of the corners of his white lips.

The man's expression was hidden under the mask, and many of the deep meanings were unclear. So the Tibetan boy couldn't help but shake his mind for a few seconds, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was another mask under this silver carved mask.

Of course, the answer is inexact, just like Bai's words at the moment, it is all fog when you dig deeper.

"You're looking at everything outside of the play, and out of your sight, there's someone waiting for you to press the stop button when you need to, to complete a key point in the play-within-a-play. Tsering Gesang, what is the boundary between the pawn and the controller?"

Tsering Gesang was a little puzzled, he could hear the words in the vernacular, but he couldn't answer either the superficial meaning or the metaphor. Tsering Gesang even felt that these words in the clouds were like some kind of spell, with an indescribable demagogic power, dissecting all the darkness and fragility hidden in his heart.

"You mean I'm a pawn?" After a long silence, Tsering Gesang hesitated and muttered, "Why did the person who laid out the layout choose me, and how did he know everything that would happen in my family, no....... More than that, you say that he calculated me, what did he calculate, I have come to this point step by step, and I have never affected my judgment because of anyone, what do you say he calculated about me?"

"Tsering Gesang, no one can give you answers to these things, you can only think for yourself. ”

"What do I think?"

"Good and evil, gain and loss, right and wrong, life and death. ”

Bai's voice is getting slower and slower, almost flat and straightforward.

But just a few simple words, but they accurately grasped Tsering Gesang's pain, and every word smashed into his heart.

"You're always giving up, thinking you're right, and there's a myriad of excuses at every step. Initially choose to give up your family and make the sacrifice you had to make in pursuit of your faith as salvation – or, rather, your money. Not long ago, you gave up the opportunity to save Yang Jin in order to wait for the so-called "turnaround". Do you really believe that things can be changed the way you handle them, or do you just want to escape?"

Bai's questioning was an understatement, but it made Tsering Gesang speechless and stunned in place.

If you put it some time ago, Tsering Kelsang must have had a thousand ways to refute it, and he was the best at finding reasons for himself, and he was convinced that those reasons were correct. Whether it is stubborn or selfish, Tsering Gesang never admits that he has done wrong.

If time goes back more than ten minutes, Tsering Gesang is still weighing whether this strange man can really help him, there is a secret about Abba, and how much he should confess. Is it to say some ambiguous words to throw bricks and jade, and let Bai give the same clues, or to "process" that past with truth and falsehood, and hide all the hole cards as before.

Even Tsering Gesang has been fighting against the inexplicable sense of depression, he doesn't want to fall into disadvantage in front of Bai, and always tries his best to be objective. Thoughts such as "Instead of believing in such an unknown person, it is better to think of a way to find more clues from Bai Yicong and He Manzhou, and seek a way by himself" has always been entrenched in his heart.

But now, all sanity has collapsed.

The last needle pierced Tsering Gesang's heart, and he couldn't face it and couldn't fight it.

....... Bai is not only talking about his past, or judgment and gain and loss.

It is even more cautious and cautious that he hides, and he can't see the light in his heart.

"After losing Yang Jin, it's endless regret, and you've been trying to get it back, haven't you? Feel sorry for her, or hate yourself for being cowardly, or both. Things in the world, if there is a loss, there should be gain, otherwise the loss is meaningless, haven't you always comforted yourself like this. But today, you have lost so much, and what have you gained?"

"I ...... What did you get?"

Tsering Gesang muttered in a low voice, only feeling heavy in his heart.

He remembered the endless snow on Kawagebo Peak, the snowflakes that filled the sky seemed to purify everything in the heavens and the earth, making that memory hazy as the moonlight. And the Yangjin who came over in the heavy snow was so beautiful, so good that it was infinitely beautified in the bottom of Tsering Gesang's heart, and it became the most amazing memory of his youth.

It was a touching first sight, and even after a long time, Tsering Gesang still couldn't describe the Yangjin at that time with accurate words, and when the beauty reached a certain level, even the existence seemed ethereal, and the language became a kind of blasphemy. Yang Jin came out of the snow, dressed in a white leather coat, long boots wrapped around the beautiful calves, and a white fox fur hat on his head. Her long hair was draped over her slender shoulders, framing the delicate contours of her body, with the snow falling behind her.

The snow that had melted from the dawn of time to the present day had been quiet by her fluttering steps.

"Snow ....... Snow Girl?"

The bright moonlight reflected on Yang Jin's body, with an unattainable sense of distance. Yang Jin turned his head sideways to look at it, with a little curiosity and surprise. Tsering Gesang was already about to freeze at that time, and it seemed difficult to even touch his lips up and down, so the murmur almost seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, inexplicably hoarse, and it was Yang Jin's inquiring words that responded to him.

"Why did you come here, no outsiders are allowed to come in. ”

This is the beginning of the beautiful and impossible to remember, and what about the end of the story......

It was Yang Jin's drooping eyelashes, and the soft moonlight plated on her cheeks, reflecting the dark light and shadow of the night, like starlight falling into her eyes, and everything in the snow lost some of its brilliance, but this beauty was mixed with indescribable sadness.

Yang Jin's clear and beautiful voice came through the wind, and Tsering Gesang didn't know it at that time, that was the final goodbye.

"Gesang, you don't have to come back in the future. ”

For these things, Tsering Gesang didn't know where to start, and he didn't even dare to reminisce about them. However, the clenched fists were too hard and his fingertips turned white, and the fingertips that couldn't stop trembling slightly revealed his selfishness, exposing his panic, remorse and hesitation.

"Everything should be conserved, and the sacrifices that are not received are nothing but the self-consolation of the losers and the lies made up by those who are unwilling to face their own gains and losses. If you can't find the true cause of that avalanche and can't get an answer about the witch priests, you'll be trapped in the nightmare of Kawagebo Peak, unable to save anyone. ”

Bai smiled lightly, his tone was the usual understatement, the more he left blank, the more panicked Tsering Gesang became.

"So, what is the answer you are talking about?" Tsering Gesang finally asked after a while.

"The answer, of course, is in your heart. Bai's tone paused slightly, and he glanced meaningfully at the young man beside him, "The Wu Clan's sacrifice is related to you, as for the crux of the matter, only you, the person concerned, know best." And besides, Tsering Gesang, to this day, are you willing, do you feel regretful, do you still need me to think about these things for you?"

Tsering Gesang: "........"

These words turned and turned in Tsering Gesang's heart, and before he could say more questions, Bai ended the topic with a rhetorical question, as if the points just now were just casual words, so now it is only an understatement.

"Okay, continue the conversation just now, you said that you changed the plot after that, what did you change?"

"Maybe I've changed something.......

But the impact of those questions was indeed real, and a trace of doubt flashed in Tsering Gesang's eyes, and the flickering words were enough to show the panic in his heart—not just to reorganize the past, but to be completely affected by the white words, so that the insistence in his heart was shaken.

"If I tell you what happened between me and Yang Jin, will it all be resolved?"

The collapse of Tsering Gesang's psychological defense line was completely expected by Bai.

The corners of his lips curled a little, and his soft words carried demagogic power, shattered in a half-suppressed light cough, weak and decisive.

"I've already said that you have to trust me, you can only trust me. ”

"Good....... Then I'll tell you. ”