Long Xuanchen is a student in the third and second class of the middle school attached to Minzu University, and has just turned 15 years old this year.

He is a resident student, a Miao student who came out of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.

Long Xuanchen is tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a strong waist. His face was a slightly dark bronze, his nose was straight, and his eyes were unusually bright, which was still quite eye-catching among the students in the capital.

Although he often can't keep up with his Mandarin, he can make the most of his body language on the basketball court.

"Long Xuanchen," a girl in the distance shouted to Long Xuanchen, who had just grabbed the rebound, "Teacher Li told you to go to the Academic Affairs Office quickly!" ”

Long Xuanchen didn't hear it clearly the first time, and he didn't understand until the girl shouted louder for the second time.

He shook the beads of sweat off his head, wiped his face with the hem of his basketball vest, and a pair of large amber eyes showed a little confusion in his slightly sunken eye sockets.

"Huh? What's up? He asked.

The girl who informed him replied loudly that she didn't know.

Long Xuanchen turned around and waved his hand to his teammates, said "Come back soon", and walked towards the school office building with his back to a dissatisfied "oops".

The few people who came were only recognized by Uncle Yang Bolong Xuanchen in the middle. Uncle Yang is the leader of education in his hometown Miao Autonomous Prefecture, and he is also the person who personally sent Long Xuanchen to Beijing to study.

"Uncle Yang," Long Xuanchen saw that the people who came had serious expressions, and he couldn't help but stand up straight and look at the teachers in the Academic Affairs Office and the people from his hometown seriously.

"Two weeks ago, there was a magnitude 7 earthquake in our hometown, and you must have seen it on the news." Uncle Yang paused, glanced at Long Xuanchen tentatively, and then said slowly,

"We have received many text messages and WeChat messages from you asking about the disaster, but we are too busy to reply to you because of the emergency rescue and disaster relief. This time I came to Beijing mainly to report on the disaster relief situation, and by the way, I also came to see you. ”

After Uncle Yang finished these words, he hesitated and didn't know how to continue. "The village of Liuyi in your hometown was badly affected this time, and the whole village was buried by mudslides. We only got to the scene last week. But...... Didn't find your grandma. ”

Uncle Yang lowered his head and whispered: "The disaster has been controlled, don't be distracted and go back, study hard here, send us WeChat if you have any difficulties, and the teachers here will also contact us and concentrate on completing your studies!" ”

Long Xuanchen's words were barely audible, and there were only a few words spinning around in his head, "earthquake", "mudslide", and "grandma".

He froze there, standing motionless and ignorant, until the dean of academic affairs patted him on the shoulder: "Director Yang, they have other jobs." Don't think about it too much if it's already happened, go back and get some rest, isn't there a district-wide math competition this afternoon......"

Long Xuanchen couldn't remember when or how he returned to the dormitory.

Sitting on the bed on the top bunk, he was stunned for a moment, and then felt for a bracelet under the pillow and was stunned.

The bracelet was made of one hundred and eight strands of pure gold wire woven into a golden rope in an extremely intricate form, adorned with an old black jade carved with a dragon with huge wings spread.

Long Xuanchen gently rubbed the jade dragon, and the jade dragon also floated and flapped its wings on the black lacquer-like black jade as if it had life.

He knew that at this moment he was left alone, without a loved one, with nowhere to go back and nowhere to go.

He knew everything before today, except for the memories of fifteen years, and only left him the name Long Xuanchen and the black jade pterosaur on this bracelet.

There is also a math competition in the afternoon. Long Xuanchen only brought a pen, and appeared numbly in the examination room of another famous high school.

When Shao Yi saw Long Xuanchen, he was slapped by this tall and swarthy little brother.

He felt that this guy was expressionless, and he definitely had the face of a school bully killer.

During the exam, this handsome black guy sat next to him.

Shao Yi couldn't help but glance at him twice, feeling that he was the kind of killer aura that came to his face, and his strength was super strong.

When the roll came down, Shao Yi took a deep breath and began to solve the problem.

It was a familiar classroom and an almost familiar subject to him. As a veritable scholar in this attached middle school, Shao Yi is still somewhat proud of his home field.

But when he was more than halfway through the writing, he tilted his head and saw that the Xuebuli killer lowered his eyes, and looked at the scroll in front of him blankly, but he didn't move.

Shao Yi pouted in his heart.

In this classroom, there are the top students in the whole district. You want to embody the absolute superhuman ability and quickly solve all the questions in the last ten minutes, it's too draggy!

Shao Yi did not stop the pen in his hand, and like any previous time, he was the first to complete the competition question.

But when he went to see the Xuebuli Killer again, he was really a little surprised in his heart. The guy still didn't say a word.

Shao Yi was the first to hand in the papers. Walking out of the classroom, I looked back for a while.

The dark-faced guy with amber eyes.

But now there was no sparkle on his face and eyes.

It was as if this Olympiad was a death game, and he had already given up his life before the roll was issued.

Shao Yi was a little uneasy and worried. whispered to Feng Luotang, who was walking towards him: "Strange hey, do you want to see it?" ”

Feng Luotang followed his fingers and looked over, and sure enough, he saw the swarthy young man who was in a daze on the test paper alone, immersed in his own low air pressure.

"It doesn't feel right." Feng Luotang's flickering apricot eyes did not turn his eyes, eight points of curiosity, and two points of gossip.

"It's quite wrong. I've never seen anyone in the examination room of a 100% student who dared to hand in a blank paper. ”

"Let's wait for him later," Feng Luotang said that she wanted to know why this black boy handed in the white paper.

To their disappointment, the boy's school sent a teacher to pick him up.

Feng Luotang didn't have time to say that we got to know each other.

Only Shao Yi had a minute's chance to block him at the door, claiming to answer the competition questions.

The young man was very polite, although he didn't say a word, he still added Shao Yi's WeChat, and sent him his name and phone number.

Long Xuanchen returned to the dormitory in a groggy state again.

He sat from dusk until late at night. No one else in the dormitory dared to speak to him under his absolute low pressure.

All night, Long Xuanchen and Yi sat on the bed, just like they once sat in front of the fire pit of the Miao family, roasting a warm fire, listening to the leisurely ancient tune, and watching the old and kind face of his grandmother flickering under the reflection of the flames.

Long Xuanchen felt that his face was very cold, and when he touched it with his hand, it was full of tears.

It wasn't until dawn, when he saw that the sky was faint, that he curled up and fell asleep with his numb knees in his arms.

In the morning, he was woken up by the dormitory teacher.

Today is Saturday, and my classmates in the same dormitory are not there.

The teacher whispered to Long Xuanchen, whose eyes were red and swollen, "A classmate is looking for you."

Long Xuanchen sat up slowly, and when he saw the two male and female classmates from the famous high school attached to the entrance of the examination room yesterday, and the beautiful female classmate showed a pair of sweet pear vortices and said, "I found you, buddy", he heard a sound of a broken string in his still numb brain and heart.

Long Xuanchen didn't feel himself at all

Tears flowed down his face.

Feng Luotang was frightened. She said "what is that" three times in a row, and then pulled back a little and said calmly: "Young master, hurry up, facial tissue." ”

Shao Yi had never seen this situation, and was directly stupid on the spot. Listening to Feng Luotang's words, he suddenly woke up and rummaged around for facial tissues.

Long Xuanchen said softly: "No need. Those were the first words he had spoken since yesterday morning.

Then he pulled over the towel and wiped his face. The pillow towel was wet, probably from his tears in his sleep last night.

In front of the two strangers, he suddenly seemed to be a lot more relaxed.

Feng Luotang dragged the two older boys to the "afternoon sunshine".

It was the first time for Long Xuanchen to drink coffee.

This bitter taste is very similar to a medicinal herb of the Miao family.

Long Xuanchen drank it and felt quite in line with his current mood.

He stared at the coffee cup in front of him as he stared at the exam paper that day, but his mouth intermittently told himself in Mandarin that was not particularly "slippery".

He said that since he was a child, he has always been the smartest and strongest child in the village, and he is always the first student in school; Hunting in the mountains, he is the hunter who catches the most prey.

He shot arrows well, hit darts well, and learned all his grandmother's Miao family medical skills.

For some reason, he was unrestrained in front of Feng Luotang and Shao Yi, just like a relative he had never met made him relaxed and relieved.

Long Xuchen said that he had been dreaming for the past two months. It's the same dream over and over again.

In his sleep, Long Xuanchen saw the mountains of rocks. There is a heavy mist that undulates through the deep green mountains.

He always dreamed that at dawn, he finally crossed the last mountain and hiked back to his hometown after two years of absence.

I don't know how long I walked until I reached the depths of this mountain.

Long Xuanchen wiped his sweaty forehead and looked up into the distance.

In the direction of the entrance of the village at the end of the valley, there should be a standing bluestone workshop, and there will be three words vaguely engraved on the stone workshop: Liuyi Village.

But he couldn't find the bluestone workshop in his dreams.

Liuyi Village is the place where Long Xuanchen grew up. The small village is all the memories of Long Xuanchen before he walked out of the mountain.

However, a major earthquake severed all ties between Long Xuanchen and Liuyi Village, which was far away.

During this time, Long Xuanchen watched all earthquake-related reports on TV almost every day.

The city turned into ruins in an instant, and the rescue under the broken wall, the mourning in front of the ruins and the grief of all the living shocked Long Xuanchen's concern for this small village.

However, there has been no news of Liuyi Village.

The closest news is that a village 150 miles away was buried by a landslide, and two small towns on the south side of the mountain were found by rescue troops who walked hundreds of miles into the mountains and delivered relief supplies in time.

But no one from Liuyi Village came out of the mountains.

There were mountain roads that were damaged by earthquakes, and there were no communications, no contacts, not even rumors.

Until Uncle Yang brought the news that the mudslide had destroyed the village.

"I won't comfort people," Feng Luotang whispered, "but I know a place where war is raging, and everyone is losing in pain but has no time and opportunity to cry." ”

Shao Yi glanced at her and knew that she remembered Pingyang, which was full of corpses, and Li Luotang.

"We may need your help. If you help, we may help ourselves. Feng Luotang had a little firmness in his eyes when he spoke.

This little firmness infected Long Xuanchen. He raised his head and looked at Shao Yi: "Say, what can I do?" ”

Feng Luotang and Shao Yi taught Long Xuanchen to dream the dreams he hoped to dream.

Long Xuanchen's dreams always start at sunrise.

The morning glow is always late for the mountain valleys.

But the dark clouds in the clear eastern sky were already covered with a golden morning glow.

The morning fog has lightened and the dew is heavy.

The quiet valley was a boulder ruin, lifeless.

Long Xuanchen walked towards the current stone rubble of the village in his memory.

All he could hear was his own footsteps.

This kind of quietness made Long Xuanchen's heart uneasy, and he had more and more of an urge to call people, but he didn't know who to call.

Long Xuanchen quickened his pace, made three rounds and two bends, and kept looking back and forth on the large rocky hills, looking for the houses, paths, grain fields and his own wooden buildings in his memory, hoping to find a trace of human habitation.

Long Xuanchen returned to the day he left in his dream.

Almost everyone in the village came out to see him off. In the slightly open village entrance, it is bustling and lively like a festival.

The people in the village talked word by word, repeatedly telling them to eat and dress.

And his grandmother pursed her lips and patted his elbow as she laughed, reminding him to thank the villagers in the village.

He's grown a lot taller than his grandmother.

At the time of separation, the rickety figure of Grandma Muraguchi looked so old and distant, she kept waving her hand to Long Xuanchen, and said thoughtfully, "Let's go." Let's go. ”

She kept smiling on her face, but tears kept streaming down her cloudy eyes.

She was afraid that Long Xuanchen would see her crying, so she endured it and didn't wipe it with her hands.

In his dream, Long Xuanchen returned to his childhood. He has no parents and was raised by his grandmother in the village.

When he was a child, he asked Grandma Qi where his parents were. Grandma Qi always gently stroked his head and said that his father was the big stone mountain, and his mother was the king of the camphor tree on the mountain.

Grandma Qi is the most respected elder in the village, and she is also a famous medical girl in ten miles and eight towns.

When Grandma Qi was young, the people in the village called her Aunt Banglai, which means flower in Miao language.

Long Xuanchen was picked up from the mountains by Grandma Zhen and raised him. When Long Xuanchen was twelve years old, Grandma Yan put this bracelet on his hand.

Say to him, "Long Xuanchen." Your name wasn't given by your grandmother. The name is engraved on the back of this bracelet. You had this bracelet with you when I found you. Good boy, bring this bracelet on, it will bless you for the rest of your life. Maybe it can also help you find your mom and dad. ”

Long Xuanchen rubbed the dragon on the bracelet, raised his face and smiled, showing his snow-white teeth, and said to his grandmother, "It's so beautiful! Has grandma ever seen a real dragon? How can my dragon have wings? ”

Grandma said, "Grandma hasn't seen it." Good baby. Grandma also stroked his hair like Long Xuanchen did when he was a child and said, "Dragons can fly, and a pair of wings must fly higher and farther." ”

Long Xuanchen looked down at the dragon with its wings spread, and saw that the dragon's tail was really swaying from side to side, and the dragon's eyes were also shining.

"Grandma, it's really a living dragon!" Grandma Mimi smiled toothlessly, pointed at Long Xuanchen's nose with her fingers, pursed her mouth and said nothing.

As long as Long Xuanchen wished, he could dream of all of them.