Ge Sheng carried a dangling oil-paper bag and walked down the mountain bag towards Xiao Jiu's igloo.

In the paper bag is two catties of fine plain yarn rice, An Ning's mother wrapped it with his own hands and asked him to send it to Xiao Jiu, yesterday's treacherous imperial oath was like a year, but when An Ning gently stepped into the living room, everything was over.

He didn't know why Xiao Jiu went down the mountain so early, but it didn't prevent him from going down the mountain to find her, An Ning's mother only handed him these two catties of rice, and other than that, she didn't say anything.

The road is the same as usual, but at the end of the road, there is no familiar Xiaoice house.

All he saw was the rudimentary foundation, and the little white man wriggling on it.

I didn't have time to think about why the igloo disappeared, so I wanted to go up to help, but I saw the little white man looking back and seeing him, I couldn't help pouting, she was holding a boxy ice brick of about twenty pounds, and at this time her head was tilted, with an indescribable cute feeling.

Ge Sheng looked in the direction of her, and the man who appeared with Xiao Jiu yesterday was sitting there, waving to him.

Ge Sheng had no choice but to walk over, but saw that the white cat that had been entrenched in his house recently was also here, and the man was holding a small fish in his hand, feeding the cat while looking at Xiao Jiu's house.

Ge Sheng also sat there, stretched out his hand to hold the white cat in his arms and hugged it, watching Xiao Jiu condense an ice brick from the lake again, and couldn't help asking, "Why do you have to use ice?" ”

yes, why use ice? It's cold, and it takes a lot of work just to keep the igloo intact in the summer.

"It's like why this cat is called Fengying." The man didn't answer directly, he reached out and handed the cat a palm-length fresh fish, and the white cat grabbed it with both paws, and jumped out of Ge Sheng's arms with the head of the fish in his mouth. "It's like she doesn't want us to help, it's like she doesn't eat fish, the reason is very simple, it's just boring to say it."

With a smile on his face, the blonde guardian watched as Xiao Jiu wiped the ice ballast off the ice brick, making it smooth and flat like the fine scales of a carp, and then stacked it on top of the already large-scale wall embryo without any difference, so that the flowing water froze in the ice crevices, and finally became solid.

This is obviously not what the little girl in front of her, who is only ten years old, should do, but Xiao Jiu does it meticulously, not so much as labor, but as a ritual.

A ritual that could only be done by her alone.

Ge Sheng watched Xiao Jiu silently use her delicate and smooth little hands to lift the heavy and cold bricks, and carefully compare them to the pile, as the ice wall gradually got higher, Xiao Jiu's movements became more and more difficult, and fine beads of sweat could be seen on his smooth forehead.

"Why is she here?" Ge Sheng hesitated, and finally asked the question he wanted to ask but didn't get an answer.

"Do you remember?" The man replied, "When she wrote a certain word yesterday, she lost her strokes." ”

Ge Sheng suddenly fell silent.

"Stick to it, avoid it." The man smiled slightly: "When a loved one dies, this rule is more used to remember and force yourself not to forget." ”

"If anything." The man said lightly: "This is still the ancient custom that originated from your orchid leaves, but because it is too ancient, it is now rare to look like a male cat of three colors, although everyone thinks it is very respectable, but when it comes to themselves, they are often unwilling to do it." ”

"So such a thing that is worth writing about, no one has used it for nearly a hundred years, and I thought it was going to be sent to the history of the *** people to worship and admire, but there was a little girl who wanted to use it herself. I don't know if it's too stupid or too smart. ”

Ge Sheng suddenly vaguely understood what Xiao Jiu was doing, but he didn't want to admit that possibility.

Because as the man said, although this kind of thing is worth writing about, if you see such a person, you can't record it in history and set an example in the world, but no one wants it to happen to you, and no one really wants to do it.

"Binglu Shouxiao." The man spat out four cold and hard words like nails: "According to the ancient rites of your orchid leaves, if a loved one in the family dies, then the eldest son should be frozen in front of the tomb, and keep filial piety for three years. ”

"Just ask how many people in the world are willing to stay in front of their parents' spirits for three years and live in such a cold and old ice house, just to fulfill their filial piety, which is originally what a strong man can torture, so it is inevitable to be deliberately forgotten."

"But there is this fool who wants to do this thankless thing alone."

Only then did Ge Sheng understand why An Ning only made the simplest green vegetable tofu when she left her to eat.

It turned out that she had long known what Xiao Jiu was doing, so she silently made the most delicious food for her within the scope of etiquette.

Ge Sheng bit his lip: "Is she the only child in her family?" Even if anyone should do this, it should be the firstborn. ”

And not such a girl, who is even younger than himself, to bear such cruel etiquette.

"Yes and no." The man saw that the white cat had eaten the fish until there were only a few bones left, and he shook his head and threw it over again, his face full of regret.

Then he looked back at Xiao Jiu, who was still building the ice house there, and said, "There was no such preparation in her family, or rather, that funeral had nothing to do with this girl at all." ”

"Half a year ago, many people saw the light rising in Lanlan, and they saw many things in that light, but in the end they all remained silent."

"On that night half a year ago, a girl left her home alone and traveled all the way here, silently built the now burned igloo, and lived alone, alone to take on responsibilities that she didn't need to bear."

After this sentence, Ge Sheng asked many more men, and the men also answered Ge Sheng a lot, but until the end, the boy still didn't know who Xiao Jiu was, and why he had to stay here alone.

But he understood many other things.

Why did this girl meet him that day, why did she care so much about the green and blue leaf-like jade, why she was willing to play with herself, and why she opened her mouth to borrow the "A Brief History of Orchid Leaves" from herself.

Sometimes loneliness is like a white fox, silently sneaking around you is like a white cool mist, you can't notice its existence, as if you can't notice loneliness itself. By the time you realize it, it's already in your chest, your sharp teeth are biting open your wrists, greedily sucking the hot red blood, but you don't feel the slightest pain, only more and more cold rushing towards you.

Ge Sheng suddenly didn't dare to think about how this girl had spent that dead and silent half a year, alone, alone.

Why can't she speak, not that she won't, but.

Forgot.

Such an unreasonable explanation is actually unreasonable to the point of coldness.

Ge Sheng thought so, and then stood up.

"Hey—"

He shouted hard, still in a child's voice, so it was somewhat crisp.

But enough is enough, Xiao Jiu looked back a little incomprehensibly.

It was a child's face, although the facial features were exquisite, but the eyebrows and eyes were still condensed together like unpolished jade, and her eyes and hair were very clear and clean, so there was a sense of quietness.

Ge Sheng looked at Xiao Jiu and turned around, a thousand words were blocked in his throat, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't find what he wanted to say, he hated himself for being stupid at this time, he obviously had thousands of words to say to her, wanted to encourage, wanted to comfort, and wanted to say that he admired her very much.

But the words came to the lips.

"You're so good-looking!" Ge Sheng said loudly, and the boy shouted there almost hysterically, opening his mouth and biting his lip to finish.

Xiao Jiu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this boy suddenly said this, but she suddenly felt very warm and warm in her heart, the heaviness and sadness of piling up the igloo, the anger and fear of being assassinated, pressed on the head of this girl who was only ten years old, like a cold and dead mountain.

The mountain was still heavy and dead, but she suddenly didn't feel so cold anymore.

Even Xiao Jiu didn't know why, because she had already heard the answer come out of her mouth.

Quiet, crisp, like the voice of a young girl in a valley spring.

"Thank you."

Xiao Jiu replied with a smile.