The middle-aged man seemed to be very talkative, perhaps because he finally met an outsider, and while working, he quickly told Yang Ling's origin.

After listening to it, Yang Ling was very emotional, he was indeed fateful, this peninsula was surrounded by the sea on three sides, he didn't know where he fell into the sea, floating and floating to the vicinity of this fishing village, and then was rescued by the uncle who was fishing at sea and the girl in front of him.

As for how he fell into the sea and where he fell from, I have no impression at all.

"Thank you, uncle, thank you Xiaoqing!" Yang Ling sincerely saluted and thanked the two.

The girl was obviously a little unaccustomed to a stranger being so polite to her, and she silently picked up fish in the rattan basket and didn't dare to look up at Yang Ling, but the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Ah Zai, you are a fortune teller, you don't have to think too much, and your accent is not a nearby person, wait until your body is well and then ask the uncle about the way home!"

"Yes!" Yang Ling saluted respectfully again, and then sat down on the beach to help pick up the fish.

Time flies, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

Although this is a poor fisherman, but the so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the sea to eat the sea, so under the care of a fisherman, Yang Ling's body gradually improved and recovered, and he followed the uncle to learn to operate the boat to fish every day.

Half a year has passed, Yang Ling has completely become a member of this family, as long as the weather is clear, Yang Ling follows his uncle to go to sea to fish every day, and then accompanies Xiaoqing to sell fish in a town not far away.

And Xiaoqing also became very familiar with Yang Ling, the brother who picked it up, like a happy bird flying around him, making rice balls and dried fish in the morning and sending Daddy and his brother out, going to the beach early in the afternoon to look forward to the return of the two, and chatting and walking on the beach after eating, but every time the two walked, she would find that Yang Ling looked at the deep night sky full of stars and fell into contemplation, as if there was something in the mysterious air that attracted him, and every time at this time, Xiaoqing would have an inexplicable pain in her heart, from her brother's melancholy and dark eyes, she seemed to see endless loneliness and vicissitudes。

"Boom~~"

On the quiet sea, a cloud of dark clouds came under low pressure, and a dazzling thunder exploded at the junction of the sea and the sky, looking very clear in the dark night, the howling wind carried the waves in the face, and the tide rolled in an instant, and in the low sound like thunder, the heavens and the earth were constantly trembling.

"Brother, it's going to rain hard, go home quickly!" Xiao Qing took a few steps back and pulled Yang Ling's arm.

And Yang Ling stared blankly at the electric light that exploded in the sky, and seemed to fall into deeper contemplation, and suddenly came back to his senses in Xiaoqing's continuous pushing, at this time the wind was already raging, and the rolling dark clouds and tides turned into a curtain wall connecting the sky and the earth from the vast sea, and the big rain fluttered on his body in the howling wind, and his skin was a little painful, and the trees by the sea were all lying low in the violent sea breeze, and they would be destroyed at any time.

On this night, the storm and thunder and lightning were like the sky falling apart, although this kind of weather is commonplace for fishermen by the sea, Xiaoqing almost did not sleep all night

After a night of storm, the clouds and rain had dispersed at dawn, and a round of golden sun rose from the sea, and suddenly the sky was full of morning glow, and the sky and the earth were drunk.

Xiaoqing didn't have time to comb her hair and hurriedly ran to the beach, and found that the beach after the rainstorm and tide was messy, and many big trees had broken branches, and on the messy beach, Yang Ling was standing alone on the beach, holding an orange shell in his hand in a daze.

"Brother~ What are you picking up this kind of shellfish for?" Xiao Qing's nervous heart finally let go, and her little face showed a trace of curiosity.

"Shellfish...... Shellfish ......"

Yang Ling stared at the shell in his hand and repeated the name, because when he looked at this shell, he suddenly seemed to feel something before picking it up, and now listening to Xiaoqing talk about it, his mind was suddenly like a lightning bolt, and suddenly, a trace of memory poured into his mind, and everything in front of him began to collapse like glass, heaven and earth, the sea, the island and Xiaoqing all dispersed with the fragments, and streams of gray mist came from all directions.

"Brother~~" In the debris of the collapse, Xiaoqing let out a frightened cry.

Yang Ling suddenly came to his senses after a short period of distraction, and reached out to grab a piece of debris that collapsed and flew down, but he didn't catch anything, and everything turned into starlight in an instant, completely swallowed by the gray mist.

"Xiaoqing~"

Yang Ling scurried around in the gray mist like a madman, trying to find Xiaoqing, but he couldn't find the slightest trace.

After a long time, Yang Ling finally stopped this meaningless search, and the trace of memory just now instantly reminded him of this girl named Xiaoqing, who seemed to have been killed by herself.

But why did I kill her?

No, I'm going to find her again, and only when I find her can I know who I really am?

In the churning gray mist, Yang Ling began to keep searching, and the hard work paid off, and after a long time, he saw a door, a stone gate floating in the air out of thin air, the stone gate was very ancient, and it was full of ancient and mottled traces, like endless years.

And this stone door also gave Yang Ling a sense of déjà vu.

Perhaps, there is the answer you want inside the door.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand to push open the stone door, and there was a trance in front of him, and when he saw it clearly, he was already standing on a street.

A few meters wide stone street, on both sides are lined with antique inns and liquor shops and all kinds of shops, people come and go on the street, all wearing very old clothes, peddlers and pawns are carrying oxen carts, dignitaries and nobles ride horses and sit in sedan chairs, in the noise of one after another, there is a bustling and prosperous scene.

"What is this place?"

Yang Ling stood in the middle of the street like a stake, and people kept passing by him, until he was hit by a hawker who carried a burden.

"This brother, can you tell me what kind of place this is?" Yang Ling grabbed a passing scholar.

The scholar was obviously a little impatient, looked up and down at the young man in black and said, "This is Handan City, Jizhou, Middle Earth, isn't this little brother still awake?"

"Middle Earth Jizhou?Handan City?" The scholar was gone, and Yang Ling was still at a loss.

He seemed to have heard of these places somewhere, and he looked left and right for a long time before slowly walking aimlessly down the street.