Lan Zhijun's eyebrows raised slightly, probably because he didn't expect Bai Ling to ask such a question.

She wasn't smiling, but there was a smile in her eyes, but it wasn't the slightest hint of intimacy or friendliness...... Instead, it is more distant.

In the heavy snow, Bai Ling seemed to be unaware of the cold, and his shoulders were still as straight as before.

Such a state of affairs can't help but remind Lan Zhijun of another person, a person who has always been concerned and hated by him.

Lan Zhijun narrowed her eyes slightly, and slowly walked to Bai Ling in the snow.

"Do you remember such trivial matters?"

"I remember." Bai Ling said in a low voice, "How could I not remember the matter of the boss?" ”

"Then forget about it now." Lan Zhijun's eyes became deep, "I don't expect you to be like you used to be in Baihuaya...... But if you make me feel that you have become a person who is as boring as everyone else, the consequences ...... It's going to be dangerous. ”

"Am I funny?" Bai Ling looked at the other party's eyes without the slightest evasion, "I don't know what makes Lan Zhijun find interesting?" ”

Lan Zhijun did not answer.

Bai Ling tilted his head slightly and said softly, "Is it interesting to stand on the shore and watch the people who fall into the water try their best to survive?" Throw a straw casually, and the other party will try his best to fight for the slightest hope of this star...... Are you enjoying the feeling? ”

“……”

Or is it this kind of day when you walk on a tightrope every day, and there is an abyss under your feet...... Lan Zhijun was also tired of it," Bai Ling lowered his eyes and blinked slightly, "How can this be a trivial matter?" ”

Lan Zhijun faintly felt a little anger surging in her heart.

But when he thought that Bai Ling might just want to provoke him, he suddenly felt relieved.

His gaze looked beyond Bai Ling to the snowfields farther away.

The homeland is already far away, and all the things that have been traveled in the past 30 years have also been washed over at this moment with the distant singing. Everything seems to be going in a good direction, but it seems to be going in a bad direction.

Is this a day when you are walking on a tightrope and there is an abyss under your feet?

Lan Zhijun couldn't help but reach out again and gently rub his jaw - this seemed to have become a habit for him.

Just the moment his hand stretched out his sleeve, the cold wind swept through him and suddenly woke him up.

Lan Zhijun turned around again, this time he didn't pay attention to Bai Ling behind him, but made a color to the guards outside his tent, who quickly stepped forward and took Bai Ling back to her own tent.

That night, Lan Zhijun sat alone on the soft collapse, he turned off the lights, and only the stove in the tent was still glowing orange.

Around the end of the day, red-haired attendants came into the house with cold pasta, and on the day of the Dead, all the golden people abstained from eating meat, but there was still warm liquor to keep people warm.

Lan Zhijun doesn't like to drink, so the attendant sent mare's milk tea.

"Wait."

Just as the attendant was about to leave, Lan Zhijun suddenly called out to her, and the attendant turned around a little dazedly, holding the tray, and looked at the Zhou people in front of him with some fear.

"Light the lamp." Lan Zhijun commanded.

The attendant quickly complied, and the room was lit up again.

After waiting, Lan Zhijun really saw that the squire's hair color was as red as a flame.

The young squire looked to be a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a string of sun-infused freckles near the bridge of her nose and a flush on her cheeks that most of the prairie girls have.

Lan Zhijun frowned slightly, "Are you from the Hesta clan?" ”

“…… Be. The girl nodded timidly in reply.

"Didn't you go to tonight's undead sacrifice?" Lan Zhijun asked again.

The girl lowered her head, her fingers began to pick at the tray in her arms, her wrists overlapped, and her sleeves fell down slightly.

She whispered, "I don't have anything to sacrifice ......"

Lan Zhijun looked at her, "You...... Roll up your sleeves. ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, her face quickly turned earthy, and she couldn't even say anything for a while, but shook her head violently.

Lan Zhijun smiled and sighed softly in the language of the Zhou people, "Forget it...... What's the use of me embarrassing you here? ”

He waved his hand to signal that the girl could go, and the red-haired maid bit her lip and ran out quickly, bringing a gust of snow with her running skills.

Lan Zhijun fell down again and extinguished the lights again.

He didn't touch the pasta brought by the maid, but sat down in front of the stove with milk tea, and the dry cow dung cake in the stove was burning, and the whole tent was soft and melting. Lan Zhijun's face also seemed to be slightly drunk under the orange light.

He drank tea alone, thinking about the Hesta girl who had just escaped.

If I guessed correctly, the girl should have a tattoo of an eagle on her wrist - every Hesta would have left this totem on his wrist by his father or brother when he was twelve years old.

However, all the Hestas who are still alive in the Arslan tribe must have removed the tattoo, either by burning the flesh with a soldering iron to cover it up with a hideous scar, or by recovering the original totem with a new totem.

"Hursta's Eagle......"

Lan Zhijun suddenly remembered this story and couldn't help laughing.

……

"Hasn't Boling heard the story of the Hesta Eagle?" The girl who was eating dinner together looked at Bai Ling, "This story is very famous, and almost everyone who lives in the four northern states has heard it. ”

Bai Ling shook his head.

"They said that a long time ago, in the northern snowfield, there was a huge eagle, its beak was as big as a mountain peak, and its two wings were thousands of miles long, and when the whole bird flew up, its shadow was in the heavens and the earth."

"Giant Bird...... Bai Ling nodded, "I think I've heard such myths too." ”

"The eagle's name is Hesta, but unlike other birds and beasts, its shadow has some kind of magic." The companion whispered, "All the breathing beings in the heavens and the earth, as long as they stop under its shadow, can attain the highest happiness in the world.

"The eagle of Hesta will take off at sunrise with the first rays of morning light, and fly from the south to the north of heaven and earth, so that every day, the new creatures of the earth will bathe in the shadow of this eagle, so that at that time, there will be no struggle between heaven and earth, whether it is man, birds, or animals, they are all immersed in peace and contentment.

However, the Hestahawk itself is slowly consumed in the process. Over time, its beak grew from the size of a mountain, to the size of a lone peak, and later to the size of a lake...... The wings also slowly became smaller from thousands of miles, and later, it was so small that it could no longer contain everything in the world......"