A faint ray of light slowly floated from the edge of darkness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Fade away from the hazy mist, but the whole sky still looks a little low.

The sun lazily departed from the depressed land, leaving only the dim air to swim, and a long, narrow river cut the flat sand into two ends, like a long, sharp knife wound, stretching into the unknown distance.

In the early autumn of the year, the heat of summer was gone, and with a fierce chill, the wind roamed the air uncontrollably, raising up fine grains of sand and dust on the ground.

"Oh, I can't see in my eyes......" The girl's eyes softened in pain, the wind was too strong, and the fine grains of sand that blew fell into her eyes, sore and painful.

Leng Xiangfan, who was walking in front, turned around, took out a gauze hat from the basket containing medicinal herbs behind him, and put it on the girl's head.

"They all said that you should stay at home, but you want to come out, now you know how bad the wind and sand are, right?" He scolded softly, took the girl's hand, and walked quickly to the poplar forest not far ahead.

"But I really want to go with you to collect medicine, grandma is so sick, she will get better faster after taking medicine." The girl followed behind Leng Xiangfan with her eyes closed, speaking crisply as she walked, not worrying about whether she would trip over.

In the poplar forest, the wind and sand seem to be much smaller, the sand grains are blocked by the leaves, and they fall to the ground in a slump, and the small and faint sound echoes in the quiet forest, like rain.

Leng Xiangfan took off the girl's gauze hat and carefully blew her eyes.

The grains of sand were blown away, and she could finally open her big beautiful eyes again.

"Brother, are you mad at me?" When she opened her eyes, she saw her brother's somewhat quiet face.

"No, how could I be mad at you." He smiled and shook his head, turning his face to the side, his gaze falling on a mountain not far away. The top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round, shrouded in clouds and mist, and the yellow sand is long at the bottom of the mountain.

His gaze was filled with long and complicated memories.

Four years ago, he was twelve years old and his sister was eight years old.

The family's secrets were coveted by the enemy, and everyone was forced to migrate from the Central Plains to remote places.

During a storm, his father and mother died in the desert in a panic to protect him and his sister, and they were abandoned by the tribesmen as a child.

He didn't know why people gave their families such a name, or why they had such a unique surname.

The Leng clan is also known as the ghost doctor.

Whether it is omnipotent like ghosts and gods, or is it like a ghost, drifting and unpredictable, and can only live a life of hiding everywhere.

Their lives are like being set on track, and their extraordinary talents continue from generation to generation, inheriting the wisdom accumulated by their ancestors from generation to generation.

However, not everyone can agree with their ghostly existence, no matter how much they help the world, how omnipotent they are. In the end, it will also be killed because of that extraordinary talent.

Problems that his ancestors couldn't understand for generations, he couldn't understand either.

In this wild land, he tried his best to barely survive, but he didn't know if he was really alive.

A chill hit his cheeks, interrupting his thoughts. A pair of small hands held his face, and his gaze shifted to the pair of smart and familiar eyes.

"Brother, you're thinking nonsense again, aren't you......" The girl stared at her brother with a serious face, her brows furrowed slightly, and her face was full of displeasure.

"Xiangning, don't mess around." He scolded softly, taking the girl's hand away from his face, and a shallow smile appeared on his lips, faint, very warm.

"Isn't it good to let it pass in the past, anyway, Xiangning has long forgotten about it, and now for Xiangning, it is the most important thing to be able to live an ordinary life with her brother......" She was dissatisfied with her brother's reaction and said with a swear.

"Why do you say that?" Leng Xiangfan's brows furrowed slightly, this little girl's thoughts, sometimes even he is ashamed of himself when he is mature.

"Now there is only my brother who is still by Xiangning's side, so no matter what, Xiangning will protect my brother from being bullied by bad people, because only those who are still alive are the most cherished." The girl said word by word, like an oath, serious and firm.

Leng Xiangfan was slightly stunned, but after a short period of silence, he suddenly laughed, laughing loudly.

"Why are you smiling so exaggeratedly?" Seeing that he had that kind of reaction, Xiang Ning pouted unhappily, and her little face, which was full of confidence, immediately turned cold.

"No..... It's nothing...."He forced a laugh and looked at Xiang Ning, who was depressed, it was so cute.

What did she just say, protect him from being bullied by the bad guys... It's normal to say that sentence to him.

"Forget it, Xiangning is going back, I don't want to be buried in this damn sand again......" When she saw that her brother didn't accept her affection, she grabbed the gauze hat and put it on, stomped her feet, and walked away in a huff.

Leng Xiangfan carried the herb frame, and then quickly followed, looking at the angry girl in front of her, her footsteps were stepping on the gravel road one deep and one shallow, and the light yarn and the placket were flying in the wind together.

His face was full of warm smiles, the only reason that could make him try to live, in fact, was always by his side.

In the old house, there were bursts of violent coughing, heavy and forbearant gasps, echoing in the thin paper-thin air.

The wind was blowing outside, and the people of the village took refuge in their houses, closing their doors and windows, praying in their hearts that the storm would leave quickly.

The lights in the old house were still on, and an old bed was placed against the wall in the back room.

An old man in his seventies was lying flat, covered with a shabby quilt, and his chest was lying down with the sound of coughing, and he seemed to be uncomfortably tight.

Xiangning kept helping the old man stroke his chest, hoping to make the old man's breathing steady.

The young man in white opened the curtain and came in from the back door with a bowl of soup and medicine, and after seeing Xiangning, he only smiled at her warmly, and handed her the medicine bowl.

Xiangning took it smoothly, patiently blew the medicine until it was slightly cool, and then fed it to the old man one by one.

The night was already very deep, Leng Xiangfan was still dressed in shabby white, he sat quietly in a corner of the old house, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was asleep.

The sound of the wind outside the house seemed to be much quieter, and the small sound of sand falling to the ground was inaudible.

Xiang Ning came from the back room, holding a thick blanket in her hand, she approached her brother and gently covered him.

At this time, Leng Xiangfan opened his eyes, but saw Xiangning smiling at him.

"Grandma is already asleep, brother, you can go and rest too." Xiangning whispered to him, for fear of waking up the grandmother who had just fallen asleep next door, and her smart eyes were full of warm and nervous expressions.

"Grandma is just old and weak, and it's okay anymore, you don't have to worry, Xiangning will go to sleep first." He took Xiang Ning's words, and instead came over to persuade her.

"But I'm not at ease......" Xiang Ning looked in the direction of the back room with great concern.