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, painting an eternal blue and white world. Some plants grow scattered on the snow, the straight trunk wants to break the sky, no branches and no leaves, and an ice-blue flower blooms on the top, with nine petals on the outside, five petals in the middle, and three petals in the inside. The further you go, the darker the blue becomes. As if they were randomly decorated by someone, these ice-blue spirit flowers gave this lonely world a touch of life.

A black figure stood upright on the snow, and no one knew when or why it was there. I saw that the man raised his arm tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch the nothingness in front of him. Suddenly, the movement of the hand stopped and seemed to be struggling. I saw that his gaze unintentionally turned slightly, touching the few ice blue flowers at his feet, and he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore. After a long time, as if he had made some kind of determination, his arm resolutely reached forward, and the void in front of him was actually rippling. In an instant, the ripples expanded dramatically, and the center of the ripples began to twist, eventually forming a whirlpool. A tremendous suction force came from the man's palm and spread throughout his body. It subconsciously wanted to resist the suction, but before it could resist, the vortex quickly swept it in, and its innate fear of death made it cry out.

"Ahh

He glared fiercely, with a hint of fear in his eyes. After a while, his expression settled down, and a light blue gauze tent came into view. "Where is this?" he asked himself.

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 quietly went straight into the soul. He struggled to get out of bed, but just as he was about to exert himself, his whole body felt as if it had been torn apart, and the sharp pain of "Ah......hhhh

"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 that he woke up from his dream, his eyes were full of astonishment at this time.

A short ice-blue hair is naturally parted on both sides of the forehead, but the face like porcelain Ruoyu is the white skin of 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 gently attracted all the eyes that touched, destroying all blasphemous thoughts.

"You can really sleep, but you can sleep more than Lulu, you sleep, forehead ......" The woman stretched out her slender fingertips, against her slightly rounded chin, as if she was seriously thinking. The blue veil slipped off, revealing a smooth wrist, and a bracelet strung of pale cyan jade adorned it.

"Five days, yes, I slept for five days and four nights, and now I can be considered awake. There was a novelty and a hint of natural joy in the woman's voice, but there was a cunning in her eyes as bright as stars. 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 looking directly into the woman's eyes, forgetting to blink.

"Who the hell are you?Where are you from?Why did you appear on the beach?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, his heart was anxious, but his lips opened subconsciously, "Eh, hea, ......"

"What do you say, what do you want to say?" asked the girl again.

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

The woman's face furrowed, thoughtful, "Don't you know how to speak? Are you dumb? Wait!"

After a while, the blue-shirted girl returned to the man. The difference is that she is followed by an old woman with crane hair and a childish face. 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 people in front of him, only hearing what they were saying, but unable to understand the meaning of the words.

I saw the old woman step forward and carefully look at the man 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 felt a stream of heat gushing out of his wrist, then slowly flowing along his arm, flowing over his head and continuing to the other half of his body. Eventually, he felt a very comfortable warmth all over his body, and before he knew it, he slowly sank into consciousness.

"Grandma, this person 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 said slowly, although her voice was full of the vicissitudes of time, it was gentle and refreshing.

"Then why can't he speak?, could it be that he broke his brain when he fell from the sky?" the girl's beautiful face was very serious, "and most of his body was in the sand of the sea. ”

"Maybe it's amnesia. The old woman pondered for a moment.

"Amnesia, but even if you have amnesia, you can speak, 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 people are this water tank, then memory is water." The more memories a person accumulates, the deeper the water level becomes. ”

The old woman paused, "The reason why the water tank can raise flowers is because there is water in the water tank, and the water tank also stores 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 removed, it will not be able to raise flowers at all. ”

"This man fell so badly that he wouldn't have smashed all his 'jars', right?" the blue-shirted girl's smooth fingers looked at the man as if she was a little worried.

"We just probed his Tianyuan, and it is intact. His memory must have been almost completely lost for some reason, and as to whether it was the cause of the fall...... "The old woman hesitated for a moment, "I can't tell." ”

There was a brief silence in the room, and only the man's sound sleep could be heard.

"He, he, could he be a bad guy?" the blue-shirted woman asked softly, but there was not much doubt in her tone.

The old woman didn't answer immediately, she looked at the sleeping man seriously, "Do you want to take him in?"

"You said that he lost all his memory, and it is likely that he can't even remember who he is, let alone where his home is, so I ......" The blue-shirted girl stared directly into the old woman's eyes, "You often tell me that compassion is a person's precious nature, he was picked up by me, and I really can't bear to send him away." ”

The old woman looked at the girl's phoenix eyes, obviously with expectations, but shining with determination. This is the first time she has made such an important decision, and although she is a little surprised, but more than that, she is relieved. Because that in itself is a form of courage. Courage is sometimes not just about defying the momentum of death, but also about following the call of the heart and taking the first step to break through one's own boundaries.

The old woman didn't speak, she walked slowly to the exit, and just as her back was about to disappear from the girl's sight, a voice without joy or sadness floated towards the girl, "It's the fifth day, if you really want to take him in, go to your fourth uncle tomorrow and talk to it." Everything has to be done according to the rules of the island. ”

"The last outsider who was taken in......" The last sentence of the old woman seemed to say to herself.

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

She turned back and looked carefully at the sleeping man, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, his skin was very white, 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 the impression that a pair of eyes are wide and large, and the eyeballs are black and white, as if they are dividing each other. But when he opened his eyes and felt that all the imperfections on his face were gone, and he looked like anyone felt coordinated and comfortable, Ren no longer wanted to find fault with his face.

The girl reached out to the man's cheek, and when she was about to touch her skin, she withdrew her hand, paused for a moment, and then pressed the smooth back of her hand to the man's forehead. She didn't know why she suddenly withdrew her hand, she didn't know why she wanted to touch the man's face, and when she saw the sickly pale of his face, an indescribable ripple rippled in her heart, just like when Lulu was injured, she always wanted to touch his velvety 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 took for him to open his eyes again. This time, his eyes were more calm.

"I, who is it?"