He lay on the chaise longue, let the gentle night breeze blow, this night breeze was mild and fresh, with the fragrance of mountain flowers and plants, the wind blew his long hair, and the whole person seemed to have fallen asleep in this soft night breeze.

His thoughts, or dreams, or memories, had pulled back to the past a long time ago.

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It was late at night.

The cold wind whistling violently swept across the earth, as if it were about to annihilate everything.

The ancient and barge brick walls block the rolling wind and sand, but they can't stop the biting chill in the wind.

The families in this small town, under such a cold snap, have long since closed their doors and huddled in their homes to warm themselves.

At the corner of West Street in the city, in front of a large family, a little beggar about ten years old shrunk and huddled next to a stone lion half a person high. I only hope that this stone lion can help him shelter him from the biting cold wind.

In such a biting cold weather, the only thing he can insist on remembering is that he can't sleep. There are already many children like him, and in such weather, they have never been able to wake up after falling asleep.

He is just one of the thousands of little beggars in the world, and even if he dies here, he will only add a nameless corpse. But...... How could he be willing to die like this.

No one can just take him away, not even God.

Easy, the wind lightened, but the sky sank.

Boom, finally, the rain still fell.

The rain in early winter was already cold to the bone, and when it hit people, it made people shiver uncontrollably from the cracks in their bones.

The loess road has become a muddy road, and people are asked to walk one step and slip three times. Especially the weather with heavy rain teaches people to reveal the coldness from the bones.

In a ruined temple full of dust and cobwebs, he cowered and hid in an airtight corner of the temple, and then looked around for something to make a fire.

But there was nothing but a three-legged offering table, a headless Buddha statue, half a poured incense burner, and a little bit of pitiful dry grass that had been left here for an unknown amount of time. This little bit of withered grass is too little to be used as a trigger for fire, let alone support until dawn, this dilapidated temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and even the curtain that should have been wrapped around the Buddha statue has lost its trace.

Although he does not believe in Buddhism, he always has some respect for the many beliefs in the world, so he set his eyes on the three-legged offering table.

However, when he lifted the offering table and placed it upside down on the ground, he was even more dismayed to find that he had no tools to handle the offering table, not to mention a wood knife, not even half a stone chip.

However, although he is young, he has the toughness that others do not have, and even in the most stupid way, he has to tear down this table.

Picking up half of the incense burner on the ground, he used the tip of the incense burner leg to chisel the offering table little by little, even if he just removed the three table legs, it was enough for him to keep warm.

I don't know how long later, the sky was already dark, the rain outside the temple was still dripping, and there was a leisurely ticking sound of water leaking in the temple.

In the darkness, a faint flame gradually ignited.

In the firelight, he carefully added hard-won pieces of broken wood to the handful of hay in front of him, which had been obtained from the smashed half of the offering table.

The fire gradually increased, and a trace of warmth emerged from this small ruined temple.

When people are warm, they can't suppress their gurgling stomachs. When he came, he found a small garden behind the ruined temple, and although the garden had been dilapidated for a long time, what if he could find something to eat from it.

Luckily, in the abandoned garden behind the temple, he dug up three thin and small sweet potatoes, two equally thin turnips, three ears of corn that were basically unsightly, and two potatoes that were no more than the size of a small fist.

Standing in the rain, he kissed the sweet potato with some excitement, and God really had eyes, so he gave him a temple to live in and food to him.

At last, he breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down by the fire with exhaustion, skewering the food with a twig, and slowly roasting it over the fire.

Suddenly—

A desolate and mournful sound came from somewhere outside the temple.

The extremely sad sound of the flute, in the rustling rain, is particularly gloomy and desolate.

Suddenly, deep in his heart, an unknown emotion was touched by the faint sound of the flute, and unconsciously, two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

Sitting by the fire in a daze, listening to the heartbreaking sound of the flute, he didn't even realize that he was already in tears. Just staring at the beating tongue of fire, I was confused by the life experience of the lonely Lingding, the relatives I had never met, the incomplete memories that existed in my mind intermittently, and the ridicule and contempt I endured for begging for food.

These things, in the sound of the flute on this rainy night, all came to mind.

"Ah!!!h

All this came to my heart, and people couldn't control their emotions, and couldn't help but turn all their sadness and sadness into a long cry and pour out.

After a wild roar, he suddenly felt a lot lighter.

Wiping away tears, he walked out of the ruined temple in the rain. Follow the faint sound of the flute and slowly walk into the darkness. He wanted to see who it was on this rainy night, blowing the irritating sound of broken music.

Less than a mile away from the ruined temple.

A plane tree, whose old leaves have already withered more than half, is lonely and independent of the cold rain in the dark night, looking so desolate and lonely.

Under the sycamore tree, a silver-haired man who was handsome and extraordinary, but could not hide the vicissitudes of life, stood out, and played a whimpering tune.

He was wearing a soaked silver-white robe, mixed with long black hair, swaying gently in the wind and rain, even if the long hair covered most of his face, it still couldn't hide the desolation that came out of his heart.

The rain slid down his hairline, over his long eyelashes, over his golden eyes, over his face as pale as snow, and disappeared without a trace in the muddy water that dripped on the ground.

The man stood under the tree, unmoved by the wind and rain, and if it weren't for the slight fluttering of his fingers to the rhythm, one would have mistaken him for a statue without consciousness.

Unconsciously attracted by the sight in front of him and the man in the rain, he stopped not far in front of the black-haired man, staring intently.

In his vague memory, it seems that he has seen such a picture and heard such a sad and mournful flute sound.

Shaking his head violently, he rubbed his eyes uncertainly, and he wondered if what was in front of him was real, illusory, or if he had encountered ......

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, and his heart was furious.

Just when he was confused, the black-haired man had already discovered his existence, and said slowly in an indifferent voice, "You disturbed me. ”

This short sentence came out of his mouth, not only indifferent, but also with a compelling pressure, as if as soon as he opened his mouth, he had already decided the life and death of others.

He was also suffocated by the cruelty of this voice, but his unyielding personality made him say coldly: "You disturbed my rest!" ”

His unmistakable tone finally caused the man to raise his head and glance at him.

This kid is......

He asked in a low voice, "Why?" ”

"Why?" He paused for a moment, and then sneered: "Disturbing is disturbing, what else do you want." ”

The man suddenly opened his eyes, which were half-open and half-closed, and the light that burst out of his golden eyes made him stunned for a long time, and he forgot to say anything more.

Those golden eyes, as if through him, looked at some distant place that did not belong to the world.

"I've been looking for a long time, but I can't imagine that there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them."

In an instant, the black-haired man appeared in front of him, and before he could react, he had already lifted him by the collar and lifted him up: "I have been looking for this half-soul, and I don't even remember the time that has passed, but I can't imagine that I can see him here today." ”

With his cold voice, his body gradually emitted a dazzling bright light, enveloping the two of them like this.

I don't know how long later, a golden light flashed to the sky, and the rain clouds of the night were dispersed, and a clear starry night scene reappeared in the sky.

is still black-haired and white-dressed, but there is nothing strange that is different, different from Fang Cai, and on the ground, the original two people, one big and one small, are only left with this slender and handsome cold man.

"No wonder I never knew the past, I didn't know how to stand by myself, it turned out to be like this, interesting, really interesting, heh, hehe, hahahahaha-"

In the wanton laughter, there was no joy at all, but a bone-chilling coldness that was more cold than this winter night, and it was from this time that his life began, he was him, he was never a human being...... Phantom.