"So, do you know how many floors this tower of oblivion has, and have you noticed how tall it is?"

The dumb aunt asked.

There was an uncontrollable tremor in her voice.

Perhaps, this is the only hope.

She had the feeling of standing on the verge of menopause.

People are like this, the more they reach the moment of helplessness, the more they hope to grasp the last bit of hope and not let go.

Liu Xiucai didn't answer immediately, but thought about it very seriously, "Seventeen floors." ”

"So tall?" said Lan Cao, almost excited, glancing at the little grandmother.

Although the little grandmother did not clearly tell her why she insisted on finding the tower, she had already figured out from the little grandmother's demeanor that the higher the tower the little grandmother needed, the better.

The dumb aunt also looked sideways slightly, and couldn't help but be happy in her heart, seventeen floors, the height should be about the same as the eleven-story building, I can't imagine that this tower is higher than the mother tower recorded in the "Lingzhou Hundred Years of Stories".

Liu Xiucai glanced at the bluegrass and said, "The girl doesn't know, this tower is seventeen stories high, but this is only the height of the original construction." ”

The dumb aunt was suddenly pinched in her heart, with a hundred thousand cautions: "Did it collapse again later?"

Her heart almost popped out of her mouth, her heart fluctuating and worried.

In case this tower also collapses, is his luck too bad?

Fortunately, Liu Xiucai shook his head, "It didn't collapse, but it was eroded by the wind and rain of the years, and no one dared to go up to the top floors, and Xiaosheng followed his cousins to climb up to the fourteenth floor when he was a child." Now that nearly ten years have passed, Xiaosheng doesn't know which floor ordinary people dare to climb. ”

Oh, it didn't collapse, it still stands there, but the top of the tower is damaged Yan zhòng, ordinary people are afraid that there is danger in climbing up and losing their lives, but this is not a problem for themselves, a person with a heart of thinking, will he be afraid of danger on the way to death?

"Then Lao Xiucai will draw a road map to the Tower of Forgetfulness for us, and we will also search for the past all the way. Old Uncle Zhong stood up and hugged his fists and said.

Old Uncle Zhong is worthy of being an old family member who has followed Master Liu Dingmao for many years, and he is very thoughtful and proper.

What are you really doing at the moment of shouting, this Liu Xiucai casually took out a book from his clothes, turned to the last page, tore it off, and pointed to the dense lines on it, "This is the whole picture of Liangzhou Mansion in the territory map of Dongliang Kingdom recently promulgated and printed, you go forward along Lingyi, and when you cross Jiumao Mountain and cross the barren river, you will enter the boundary of Liangzhou, and then go straight to Liangyan under the rule of Liangzhou Mansion, and when you arrive at Liangyan, you can inquire about a place called Shanmaozi, and then inquire about this tower of forgetting the world when you get to Shanmaozi, where everyone knows." The Forgotten World Pagoda is the pride of the Shanmaozi people. ”

Liu Xiucai said all the way, and Uncle Zhong pointed his fingers all the way on the map, forcibly remembering these places to go along the way.

"I resigned about more than 200 miles of travel, after walking the official road and the country road, the mountain trail, sometimes the road is not easy to walk, if you pass by Lingyi County, you must remember to add more food, clothes and other common things. ”

Liu Xiucai commanded.

The dumb aunt nodded secretly, who said that the ancient Xiucai were all nerds, they were not diligent and did not distinguish between grains and grains, and they didn't know what was going on outside the window, but this nerd surnamed Liu was quite familiar with these things outside the window, hehe.

As soon as he looked up, Old Uncle Zhong was looking at himself fixedly, looking at several coachmen, Hu Ma and others, all of whom also looked down at Liu Wan, Liu Wan smiled, and the two thin slaps slapped crisply and loudly in the snow, "Daughter-in-law, we are going to find the Tower of Forgetfulness, aren't we?

The dumb girl's gaze fell on Lan Cao's face.

The journey is really long, and with this seriously ill Liu Wan, it is really difficult to walk all the way in this snowy land, do you really want to look for it regardless of everything?

It's not a matter of one person, but a group of people, a team in action.

She was a little hard to decide.

A sweet smile suddenly bloomed on Lan Cao's pretty little face, and she looked at her little grandmother and nodded vigorously, her eyes were clear and firm, and she contained silent language.

A warm current suddenly hit my heart.

At the same time, I am a little ashamed.

Haven't you always used some self-reliance, self-reliance, and no servile words to encourage this little girl who has no personal freedom to work hard to change her fate, and now she is not as assertive as this little girl, and her will is not as firm as her.

Then go, whether it is thousands of miles or mountains and rivers, as long as there is a goal, as long as you have a heart to identify, then go!

The wind and snow are continuous, and the cold is not suitable for a long time, so everyone will officially say goodbye and go their separate ways.

In the carriage, Zhang Shi listened to the dumb aunt's explanation, and frowned, "I'm going to Liangzhou Mansion again? Aren't you going to find the Mother Tower? Why is there another tower of forgetfulness? There are more ancient towers in this world, Brother Wan's daughter-in-law, what are you looking for these towers for? Is it really useful for Brother Wan'er's recovery? Do you think this child can really ......?"

She stopped talking, and finally she stopped talking.

The tone was euphemistic, but how could the mute aunt not understand the meaning, she was questioning, a little madman who had been tormented by illness for so many years, could you really be cured? Besides, what does this disease have to do with a tower?

The dumb aunt felt embarrassed, and there was really no way to explain it.

She simply didn't explain, and her expression was calm.

The wheels creaked against the quietly thick snow, the wooden wheels slipped from time to time, the horse's hooves were no longer as steady as they were at first, the carriage was jolting tightly, and the dumb aunt silently hugged Liu Wan, who was dozing.

After making a fuss after getting out of the car, Liu Wan looked tired, his black eyelashes opened and closed on his lower eyelids, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, probably thinking back to the little life he had just held.

Zhang glanced at Liu Wan's expression, and his eyes were surprised, "But it's very strange, since this child seems to have had more episodes with you, and his temper has become much more docile, you look at the way he is now, he can lie down and sleep by himself, if it was in the past, which time was not the eldest lady with the maid Huan mother-in-law coaxed and rubbed like a uncle, and refused to sleep if he didn't serve him comfortably." ”

At this moment, Liu Wan was lying in the carriage reclining, his head resting on the arms of his dumb aunt, dozing groggily while meditating silently.

His changes have also been seen by others?

The dumb aunt was happy, explaining that the method she had tried seemed to have some effect, but she needed to continue to persevere, and at the same time keep changing and concocting new prescriptions.

I hope that before he leaves, this child can get better, at least he can take care of his own life, and he can live this life safely like an ordinary person in the future.

I was stunned, looking at the snow outside, I felt that this was a big dream, and I just wanted to recover quickly when I was trapped in the dream, so I struggled to crawl towards the dawn, hoping that this would be able to fulfill people's wishes and end this residual dream.

Forgetting the world, forgetting the world, when I wake up from the dream, will I forget this qiē that I have experienced in this body?

Where did Bai Xue know the melancholy in the hearts of the world, and he just cared about fluttering and falling one after another, as if he wanted to cover the whole world.

(The last chapter of Lingzhou Xuefei, next we agreed in Liangzhou Flowers.) (To be continued.) )