Scarrazi sat across from me, chatting without a word.

Talking about the girl who came with me, Scara asked uneasily, "You didn't leave the girl in the mountains, did you?" What a good girl, the first time I saw her last night, I thought it was ......"

Scarrazi didn't continue.

I picked up my meal and opened my mouth to say, "If she were a lark, how could she not know you."

Scarlazi sighed: "Yes, the girl was only seven years old at that time, and more than ten years have passed, alas-" A long sigh.

Suddenly a whisper rang in my ears again:

"Dongyang...... I see you......"

I unconsciously covered my ears and shouted, "I'm gone!" Don't look for me!! ”

Scarrazi looked at me in surprise and asked, "It's been ten years, and you can still hear me?" You've been in the city for so many years, haven't you seen a psychiatrist? ”

I shook my head and signaled that it was okay.

As long as I stand on this mountain, a whisper will ring in my ears:

"I'm yang...... I see you......"

The sound scares me.

I want to escape.

I kept running, I kept running, but I couldn't shake off the sound.

I don't want to hear it.

But I can't forget it.

It is a curse that haunts my heart, I can only escape but cannot forget, it is like a wound in my heart, which can never heal.

My original partner is not Xun Qianling.

For as long as I can remember, I've known that I have a daughter-in-law named a lark.

Her voice is like the singing of a lark, sweet and crisp.

The first time we met was in infancy, we just came to this world, no one knew anyone, opened our eyes and saw each other, and saw the flowers and willows of the strange world.

The lark and I grew up in the mountains together.

She is the daughter of the Xun family, but she has never walked out of the mountains, she and I were carried back to her hometown by my grandfather, and she can be regarded as a native.

She and the children in the mountains wore cloth clothes and tied their heads together, went up the mountain to pick wild flowers and fruits, chased and played together, and watched the sunrise and sunset together.

She is deeply in love with the mountains, and this is her home.

I'll never forget the last words she said to me when I was seven years old:

"Dongyang, I saw you!"

She saw me.

I didn't see her.

I could only see the flower shoes peeking out of the tiger's mouth, which were her favorite shoes, and only sunny people were willing to wear them, for fear of staining the little white flowers on them.

If I could accommodate her, not hide in such a dangerous place, and let her find me quickly, she wouldn't have to run all over the mountains and forests, and she wouldn't have to look for me stupidly for hours.

She's so stupid.

If you can't find it, go home.

Why keep looking, keep looking.

Why do you have to find me, why?

The tiger's target was me, and I hid in the bushes and heard the howling wind, and instinctively knew that I had encountered a wild beast, and ran forward desperately.

All around were weeds, trees and vines, and the sound of wild beasts roaring in the wind.

When I thought I was about to become the prey, I heard the gleeful cry of the lark:

"Dongyang, I saw you!"

I sank under my feet and fell into the hole, and at about the same time, a wild tiger leaped over my head and swooped down on the lark that was running towards me.

In the submerged grass, only the flowered shoes were frozen in my last vision.

I will never see her again.

Those promises under the stars, those promises of a better future, all came to naught in that instant.

The lark once said to me: "Dongyang, no matter where you go in the future, I will find you at the ends of the earth and follow you!"

The lark once said to me: "Dongyang, if you lose me one day, you have to call my name, shout loudly, let me hear your voice, let me find you!"

That day I stood on the highest point on the hill and shouted all night, and the whole village heard my voice, but the lark could no longer find his way home.

That night, my grandfather took a mountain knife and entered the forest alone.

The next morning, Grandpa collapsed on his doorstep covered in blood, holding a tiger skin and a bloody flower shoe.

At that time, I realized that the story of Wu Song's fight against the tiger was not fiction, and that someone could really single out a ferocious wild tiger, and it was an old man who was nearly sixty years old.

The flower shoe, the only remains of the lark, was buried near the place of the incident, next to the pit I fell into—the entrance to General Fang Yuan's mausoleum!

Grandpa said to me:

"Yang, it's not your fault."

"The cycle of cause and effect must be repaid in the end."

"What is lost is as if it never existed, and we don't have larks."

Grandpa burned all the lark's relics.

Only the mooncake box hidden in the cave was put in by me before, hide and seek I deliberately hid near the cave, I wanted to surprise the lark, take her into the cave, light the red candles, and jump into the hot spring together for a swim, making the cave a secret place that only the two of us know.

The lark tried so hard to find me, but never got to see the cave again.

I killed her.

I am a sinner.

Since then, I can hear larks whispering in my ear every night:

"Dongyang...... I see you......"

I was scared of this voice, and I woke up from my sleep countless times, she was my lingering demon.

Until the age of ten.

Grandpa's funeral.

Xun Qianling wore a flower dress, stood behind me and smiled like a flower, and said to me with a smile:

"I'm your sister