A vast snowy field, flat and vast, with hardly a trace of undulation visible in the field of vision.

The clear blue sky did not have a trace of clouds, and it became more and more vast.

This pure white and azure meet at the extreme end of the stretch of the eye, and together they form an eternal blue and white world.

Some spiritual flowers grew on the snow, and the straight trunk wanted to break through the sky. The petals of the spirit flower are ice blue, with nine petals on the outside, five petals on the middle, and three petals on the inside. The further you go, the darker the blue becomes.

A black figure stood upright on the snow, looking like a man. No one knows when or why it was here.

The man raised his arm tremblingly, as if trying to touch the void space in front of him.

However, he stopped halfway through the movement of his hand, as if he was struggling with something.

Its gaze seemed to turn unintentionally, and finally landed on the few ice blue flowers at its feet, unwilling to move away for a long time.

After a long time, as if he had made some kind of determination, the man's arm reached out resolutely forward again, and the void in front of him was actually rippling.

In an instant, the ripples expanded dramatically. The center of the ripples began to twist, eventually forming a whirlpool.

A tremendous suction force came from the man's palm and then spread to his whole body, and he subconsciously wanted to resist this suction. But before he could resist, the vortex quickly swept him in.

His innate fear of death made him cry out.

"Ah......h

A piercing scream pierced the silence of the morning, and a man woke up from his dream.

He glared fiercely, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"It turned out to be a dream!"

He thought so in the sea of knowledge.

After a long time, his expression calmed down. Only then did I find that a light blue gauze tent came into view.

"Where is this?"

He asked himself in his heart.

"Crunch!"

The door opened.

"Are you awake?"

Like the light touch of brittle jade, like the murmuring of a spring. A familiar sound of déjà vu floated into the man's ears and crept into his heart.

He struggled to get out of bed, but as soon as he tried to do so, his whole body felt like it was being torn apart.

"Ah......h

The pain was so severe that he couldn't help but scream.

"Don't move, your injuries aren't healed yet!"

The woman's voice came closer.

The man turned his head slowly, trying to get to the bottom of the sound. But when his gaze really touched the owner of the voice, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Different from the gloom and fear when he first woke up from his dream, his eyes were full of astonishment at this moment.

The woman in front of her had short ice-blue hair that was naturally parted on both sides of her forehead, but her porcelain face was white as Saixue.

The man couldn't help but think of the white snow and ice blue flowers in his dream.

But what he couldn't take his eyes off the most was the bright eyes under the black ribbon forehead, the black pupils that gently attracted all the eyes that touched it, destroying all fantasies related to blasphemy.

"You can really sleep, but you can sleep more than Lulu. You're asleep, forehead ......"

The woman stretched out her slender fingertips against her slightly rounded chin, as if she was seriously considering. The blue veil on her arm slipped off, revealing her smooth wrist, and a bracelet made of pale cyan jade was strung to match it.

"Five days! yes, I slept for five days and four nights! ”

The woman's voice was full of novelty and a hint of natural delight. In his eyes as bright as the stars, there was a hint of cunning.

She is about thirteen or fourteen years old, although her beauty has just begun to grow, and she is gradually rising into the sky, but she can't hide her childlike innocence that is too late to be extinguished at such an age.

The man lay quietly, without any movement or speech. His eyes were fixed on the woman's eyes, forgetting to blink.

"Who the hell are you? Where are you from? Why are you by the sea? Why don't you ......?"

The girl suddenly thought of something, and her ears were hot, and she paused.

"Why don't you speak?"

The man listened to her voice, looked at her expression, and knew in his heart that she was asking him. But he couldn't understand the meaning of the girl's words, and his heart was anxious, but his lips opened subconsciously.

"Uh, Wh, Wh ......"

"What do you say? What do you want to say?"

The girl stepped forward again and asked.

"Uh, uh......"

The man wanted to tell the girl that he didn't know what she was talking about, but he couldn't say what he wanted.

The girl's eyebrows furrowed, thoughtful.

"Are you speechless? Are you mute?

You wait!"

After the girl finished speaking, she turned around and left.

After a while, the blue-shirted girl returned to the man. The difference is that this time she is followed by an old woman with crane hair.

Half of the old woman's face was as ruddy and crystal as a baby, but the other half was a terrible purple and blue.

The man looked at the two in front of him, only hearing what they were saying, but unable to understand the meaning of the words.

The old woman stepped forward and looked at the man carefully for a while before nodding slightly. Then, she stretched out a shriveled palm, the back of the palm was thick and prominent, and her fingers pressed against the man's wrist.

The man only felt a hot current surging from his wrist, and then slowly flowing along his arm, flowing over his head and continuing to the other half of his body.

Then, he felt a warm feeling of comfort all over his body. Unconsciously, he slowly sank into consciousness.

"Grandma, this man can't be a mute, right?"

The blue-shirted girl glanced at the sleeping man and asked the old woman.

"His vocal palace is normal and mellow, and he can speak before he thinks about it. ”

The old woman withdrew her palm and spoke lightly, although her voice could not hide the vicissitudes of the years, it was gentle and refreshing.

"Then why can't he speak......? Did you break your brain when you fell from the sky?"

The girl glanced up at the roof, and her beautiful face was full of seriousness.

"He was half of his body in the sand. ”

"Maybe it's amnesia. ”

The old woman pondered for a moment and replied slowly.

"Amnesia, but even if you have amnesia, you can speak, right? I remember that the second aunt of Xinyan's family also had amnesia back then, but she just didn't remember the personnel, and the words were still very smooth. ”

"There are different degrees of amnesia. ”

The old woman looked at the water tank with flowers outside the house.

"If the sea of human knowledge is this water tank, then memory is water. The more memories a person accumulates, the deeper the water level becomes. ”

The old woman paused, and continued to explain to the girl without hurrying.

"The reason why the tank can raise flowers is because there is water in the tank, and the tank also holds water.

If the water in the tank is forcibly removed, the amount of water in the tank will naturally decrease, although it can still raise flowers, it is not as convenient as when the water is full.

If all the water in the jar is taken out, it will not be able to raise flowers at all. ”

"This man fell so badly that he wouldn't have smashed all his 'jars', would he?"

The girl seemed to be a little worried.

"We just probed his Tianyuan, and it is intact. His memory must have been almost completely lost for some reason, as to whether it was the cause of the fall......"

The old woman hesitated for a moment, and then said with some uncertainty: "I'm not sure about this." ”

There was a brief silence in the room, and only the sound of a man sleeping could be heard.

"Grandma, he...... Will he be a bad guy?"

The woman in the blue shirt asked softly, but there was not much doubt in her tone.

The old woman did not answer immediately, she looked at the sleeping man seriously.

"Do you want to take him in?"

"You say he has lost all his memory, and he probably can't even remember who he is. It's impossible to remember where home is, so I ......."

The girl's starry eyes looked directly into the old woman's eyes.

"You have often told me that compassion is a precious part of one's nature. He was ...... by me I couldn't bear to send him away when I picked him up. ”

The old woman looked at the girl's phoenix eyes, obviously with expectations, but with determination.

This is the first time a girl has made such an important decision. Although the old woman was a little surprised, she was more relieved.

Because that in itself is a form of courage.

Courage is sometimes more than the momentum of not fearing death. It is also courage to follow your heart's call and take the first step to break through your boundaries.

The old woman didn't speak, she walked slowly to the door.

Just as her back was about to disappear from the girl's sight, a joyless and sad voice floated towards the girl.

"It's the fifth day, and if you really want to take him in, you know what to do. Let's go to your Fourth Uncle Yan tomorrow and talk to you, everything has to be according to the rules of the island. ”

"Last Accepted Outsider......"

The last sentence of the old woman seems to be talking about herself.

The girl did not respond, and the pear vortex appeared on her face.

She turned back to look at the sleeping man. The man who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old had very white skin, but not as white as hers, it was a kind of paleness.

His facial features are not perfect, his nose is not straight enough, his lips are a little thick, and he only has a pair of eyes that are very eye-catching. The eyes are black and white, as if they are dividing the boundaries between each other.

But when he opens these eyes, it makes people feel that all the imperfections on his face are gone. A look that makes anyone feel coordinated and comfortable will appear because of these eyes, and no one will ever want to find fault with their face.

The girl reached out and touched the man's cheek. But when she was about to touch her skin, she withdrew her hand, paused for a moment, and finally put the smooth back of her hand against the man's forehead.

She didn't know why she suddenly retracted her hand, or why she wanted to touch the man's face.

When she saw the sickly pale of his face, an indescribable ripple rippled in her heart. Just like when Lulu was injured, she would always want to touch his fluffy ears.

"It seems that he will sleep a little longer. ”

Soon, only the man was left in the room.

I don't know how long it was, but the man opened his eyes again. This time, his eyes were calmer.

"I, who is it?"