It was getting late, and the bamboo basket stood in the refugee house of the monastery, her whole body melted into the darkness with her black robe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yu Ze slept on the side of the window, his whole body curled up in one place, his broad hands tightly wrapped around the orphan.

The orphan babbled at a loss for what he was talking about, amidst the snoring of some of the refugees.

At the window, some moonlight shone on Yu Ze's forehead. The bamboo basket stared at Yu Ze on the side of the window, his eyes under the black cloak were deep, and the dagger in his hand was turning back and forth, against the side of his wrist.

The prophecy of Tuoba's pre-promise is Yu Ze, the man who has pushed thousands of people into the whirlpool of war, and the man who has the fate of her own daughter at stake.

When she was in Luocheng, Yueguo, she just thought about making a move on Xiang Yiming, the man who was her own daughter.

But under the protection of the general Zhao Wuke, she had no way to start.

Half a month before Tuoba Pre-Su left, Tuoba Pre-Su had told her about the second man who was Tuoba Qian's fate.

A man who wants to pull thousands of people into the whirlpool, it is difficult for Bamboo Basket to imagine what consequences he will bring to his daughter.

"Bamboo Basket, do you know? The Nakshatra Master has always been extremely afraid, that fear of the unknown. Even if I am a consteller, I can't see the end of the future. ”

The bamboo basket pursed his lips and smiled, and he couldn't help but think of what Tuoba had said when he left. The dagger she held grew tighter and tighter, and the unknown was indeed the most terrifying.

She lowered her cloak and looked away at Yu Ze, her footsteps slowly moving towards the window.

"Bamboo Basket, if you kill him, you can't decide the future. It's all doomed. ”

The abrupt words suddenly came from outside the room when the bamboo basket took a step, and an old man with a slightly slumped back appeared in front of the door, staring at the bamboo basket.

"You've been standing outside for a long time, Master." The bamboo basket stopped, turned his head slightly sideways and glanced at Fang Lan with his peripheral vision, and the dagger in his hand was retracted into the cuff with a shake.

"Waited before you came. Fang Lan turned the rosary in his hand slightly, and spoke softly.

"I'm starting to understand. The basket turned around and shook its head.

"What do you know?"

"Back then, you set the fire, the fire that wanted to kill me. ”

When Fang Lan heard this, her pupils dilated rapidly in the dark, and then contracted at an extremely fast speed.

"Follow me. Fang Lan turned around and walked towards the main hall.

Hearing this, she turned around and looked at Yu Ze, who was curled in one place on the side of the window, her eyes narrowed and she sighed, and followed Fang Lan out.

When the door was closed again, Yu Ze's hand around the little girl moved slightly, and his eyes slowly opened to look at the direction of the door in the distance.

His eyes narrowed, he took out the hot dagger in his arms, looked at it through the moonlight, sighed and took the dagger back, and fell asleep with the girl's immature body in his arms.

The corridor was long and cold, and the bamboo basket stared at Fang Lan's back, and he didn't know what he was thinking for a while.

When I entered the main hall, a few candles were still burning, and the candle tears were piled together, slowly solidifying on the candlestick, like a pile of pimples emerging in the cold.

"Senior sister, you're here. ”

Fang Lan's senior sister saw the two of them walking in from outside the hall, she stood up from the reed with her hands folded, and when she saw the cold face of the bamboo basket under the black cloak, she nodded towards the bamboo basket again.

"Senior sister, I hope you can be relieved and let go of the past tonight. ”

Senior Sister Fang Lan missed Fang Lan's side and paused, her words had an indescribable suddenness.

"I don't dare to pick up the past, looking at the past ten years, I just hope that I have the courage to pick it up today. When Fang Lan heard Senior Sister's words, her eyes dimmed rapidly, and she whispered after glancing at Senior Sister who had already walked to the entrance of the main hall.

I don't know if I didn't hear it, but the senior sister didn't answer again. She didn't know what was going on, and walked into the night.

"Sit down." Fang Lan came back to his senses and sat down cross-legged, "You can't kill him, he's always awake." ”

"I know, but I want to kill him, he shouldn't live in this world. The bamboo basket patted the dust on the ground, but instead of sitting on the pampas reed, he sat on the cold ground like this.

"Why, he shouldn't have lived. Fang Lan put down the beads in her hand and rubbed her somewhat sour eyes with her hands.

"Didn't you count it before? He is in your prophecy."

"That's your cause, not this day, not his, not the millions of people who are going to die. Fang Lan put down her hand and glared at the bamboo basket's eyes sharply.

Bamboo Basket looked at the eyes that were already a little cloudy, and she appeared for a moment. When he looked again, the sharp gaze quickly closed again.

"What does the master mean, are those tens of millions of people willing to go to the battlefield to die?" the bamboo basket raised his tone and looked at Fang Lan with the same eyes.

"I don't know, I only see the future results, I can't see what is in the hearts of those tens of millions of people. Fang Lan staggered the sharp gaze of the bamboo basket and sighed, "I wasn't like you at the beginning, I thought I knew the result and I could stop it, but in the end, what did I get in exchange?"

Silence, the bamboo basket heard this, she fell silent suddenly, she still remembered the fire, the fire that stretched on the surface of the lake and blew on the reeds in the distance with the wind.

The fire nearly burned her to death, if it hadn't been for the last moment when Takuba's cocoon sank into the lake. She thought that she was dead, and that the prophecy would be missing her link, and that she would sink into nothingness forever and ever.

"What we should see on this day is always what we should see and what we shouldn't see, and no matter how much we struggle, it's useless. Looking at the bamboo basket that suddenly came down silently, Fang Lan spoke again.

"I'm different from you, I don't bother to look at the future, I just want to kill him from my own heart. The bamboo basket stood up, lowered his head and looked down at Fang Lan, his breathing undulating and unsteady.

"You're also a mother, didn't you say you started to understand me?" Fang Lan didn't look at the bamboo basket's expression, she lowered her head and said slowly.

Speechless for a while, the bamboo basket seemed to have lost its look, and sat down in a daze, with pale lips.

"At the beginning, when Tuoba came to me, I calculated his future, I didn't want him to be with you, he is a star master, he can see the fate of his daughter. Speaking of this, Fang Lan paused and looked at the bamboo basket that was distracted, "At the beginning, I thought that he would break his heart for half his life for this prophecy, after all, it was his daughter. ”

"Yes, he has always loved Qian'er." Hearing Fang Lan's words, Bamboo Basket whispered.

Fang Lan stretched out her dry hand and gently patted the hand of the bamboo basket on the ground, and continued slowly, "But what that child of mine was thinking about his own life in the prophecy, and he couldn't accompany you to old age, for fear that you would be too lonely." ”

"He was so stupid that he never told me about Qian'er's prophecy during that time. ”

A tear the size of a bean slipped down the bamboo basket's eyes, and she smiled bitterly.

"He saw farther than I did, and I saw that it was always the result, but he was thinking about how others would feel in the future. Fang Lan sighed, her withered hands trembling.

"yes! I care so much, and I feel like I don't want anything. The bamboo basket sighed with a wry smile, raised his head and looked at Fang Lan, "If you had told me the future you saw, I would have let it go." ”

"You won't, you only saw sweetness at the beginning, not sadness, I tell you, you will still make the same choice. Fang Lan shook his head, not daring to look at the eyes of the bamboo basket.

"I won't, I'm not going to make the same choice, I'm a mother, I..."

"You weren't a mother at the beginning, just a charm trapped in the whirlpool of love. Hearing this, Fang Lan interrupted the bamboo basket's words, and his tone became solemn.

"Let it go, don't use what you see to cover what you're going to see, it's going to pay a price, like me. Fang Lan turned his head to look at the solemn Buddha statue, and recited the Buddhist scriptures lightly in his mouth.

Without answering, the bamboo basket stood up and walked towards the door of the main hall with a little staggering.

When I told him, "As soon as he left, our mother and son would never see each other again, and I said that it was a prophecy, but in fact I lied to him." It wasn't a prophecy at all, it was just a mother's lie. ”

As the bamboo basket stepped out of the door of the main hall with one foot, Fang Lan raised his head suddenly, his hand holding the rosary trembled a little, staring at the back of the bamboo basket and speaking.

"The predestination knows, he knows, that such a thing cannot be predicted. The best star masters in the heavens and the earth could not predict it. The bamboo basket paused, covered the cloak, and turned his head slightly, "I once came back with him, holding the newborn Qian'er and standing in front of the Buddha statue to ask the Buddha, have you put it down?"

"He let go of the pre-stay a long time ago, and he said that you are not to blame for his father's death, you are too tired to live, mother."

The words fell, and the surroundings fell silent. The bamboo basket pulled his clothes and walked quickly into the night.

Fang Lan, who was sitting, shook his hand, and the prayer bead that had just been connected was broken again, and the bead fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She covered her eyes and sobbed lowly, as if she had almost forgotten the sensation of tears running down her cheeks.

(Writing such content, the whole person is not good, so depressing)