The rain will change, and when it falls, it will become snow, and if it does not fall, it will become clouds.

Under the early sun, a young man stood under the totem pole, green robe, green boots, green agate, looking at the somewhat enthusiastic weather, he raised his arm slightly, a piece of clear water turned into a mirror in front of him, looking at the immature face of the handsome young man opposite, he smiled idiotically, laughed so that his hands trembled slightly, and the bronze hairpin almost couldn't wear the green crown.

The clouds and mist were shallow, the scorching sun appeared and dispersed the autumn cold of the night, and the flames in Xingyuan's chest beat silently, warming the young man's body and bones.

When he first woke up, the young man's immature face showed a bit of vitality in the spring light, and he playfully pulled the pangolin off his head, rubbed its angry little head and laughed loudly, and his small body hid the heroism of heaven and earth in his heart.

Step by step, under the totem pole, Xing Yuan simply washed, the wind between the forest leaves blew the young man in a blue-black robe, holding on to the melon scoop He looked at the half of the plum that appeared in the snow not far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

The silverfish are in season for a day, and when they come back from Winter Mountain, they are delayed for a day because of the journey, and it is winter when they come back.

Looking at the boundless frost and snow that broke into his eyes, Xing Yuan was a little hot, as if there were war drums echoing in his head, and the blood in his veins was wrapped in red-hot oil, and the bright color was better than the radiance.

As the boy vented his energy for no reason, the pangolin reluctantly opened his eyes and waved his little paws angrily, but the fight was too weak.

As if feeling his weakness, the pangolin was a little annoyed, looking at the young man's little hand as if he wanted to open his mouth to bite out something, so that the devil in green clothes remembered his fierce appearance, but its weak strength could only make itself constantly flutter in the air, and its immature claws swayed in front of the young man's eyes, which was very pitiful.

"Don't make a fuss. Lifting the pangolin up, Xing Yuan stretched out his right hand and nodded its little nose, the little guy's flying tail began to whip hard in the air when he fluttered, swaying and trying to get close to the evil boy in front of him, that hard-working appearance made Xing Yuan feel as if he had played a little, apologized for a long time, let it play a little, and vented all the way The little guy was not relieved, looking at the humiliated haired young man helplessly, but recalling the cute appearance of the pangolin, he probably wouldn't remember this lesson, but when his eyes touched the sleeping pale yellow body, he couldn't help but feel a little timid in his heart。

Today, should I sleep alone?

The young man thought worriedly, but remembering that he had abandoned himself the day before yesterday and slept with Shougui for the night, he regained a little momentum, and even with a little more courage, he snorted a few times, as if waiting for the pangolin to wake up and ask the teacher about his guilt.

After washing, Xing Yuan lazily basked in the sun, his robe and even his face were gentle, and he slowly recovered his spirits, sat down next to the totem pole, and looked at the heartless people in the pool.

They grew up.

A faint smile appeared on the young man's immature face, and he brought a rock, moistened it with water, and when the water stains passed, the young man sat on it, picked up the melon scoop with one free hand, and drank a sip of water from the stream.

Yesterday, I drank all the way from Dongshan to the back of the mountain, and my mind was full of the damn sweetness of the spring water.

As if he was helpless to defend himself, the young man in Tsing Yi raised his hand and took another sip, three scoops in a row, until the sweetness in his mouth dissipated a little, and then he didn't stop, and then scooped seven full points and put it to his side, and his attention returned to the pond.

They had been like this for a long time, but they had similar experiences, and Xing Yuan was extremely patient.

He had forgotten what they were at first, until they suddenly burst into his eyes to show them their fledgling figures, and they were like that, growing up rapidly when he looked back, silent as he watched, and he couldn't say a word if he were to tell a memorable fragment of his growth.

The young man's immature face showed a bit of vicissitudes, they went farther and farther on the road of life evolution, and he stood silently on the totem, looking at their backs as they went farther and farther, watching their bodies change their appearance, watching them go three thousand miles in the future, sending a page of letters from afar, at a glance, it was just a plain cliché.

Xing Yuan smiled lightly and raised his head to drink a scoop, scoop after scoop, until the taste dissipated in his mouth, he didn't stop, threw the melon scoop into the water, and when the water droplets splashed, his figure was already three points away.

Clapped his hands, the young man's heart rose a little lonely, and he looked at the sky before returning to his thoughts.

In the past few months, most of his time has been spent on Jingo, and the other four places have been superficial. In addition to Kingo's own attraction to him, there is also a part of the limitation of these spatial relics themselves.

The six places that have been carved out are different, with the silverfish being the village, the starting point of the fiefdom and the center of future conquests, and the vast forest of Kingo, where danger, life and opportunity coexist, and which is the foundation of development.

With the exception of these two areas, each of the other places has its own unique character, and in addition to the environment, the atmosphere is also different.

Huangbei is a swamp to the north of the silverfish, only half the size of the silverfish, but Xing Yuan will be worried every time he goes here. It was like a dead land, the water was so muddy that it was so sticky that every five miles he walked would be unable to bear the strangeness and be defeated.

If a few bubbles rise on the surface of the water for no reason while exploring, his mind will be lost in an instant, and he will not know what it is when he steps on the bottom of the water, and sometimes it is an unimaginable disaster to step on the ground, and it will take several days to slow down. Later, when the young man in Tsing Yi saw Huang Bei, he walked around, and he would not take the initiative to go in.

To the left of the silverfish, the rays are a large river that is extremely spacious. Originally, Xing Yuan was still willing to grope for a while, the whole river was extremely quiet, the water surface was like a round of delicate round mirrors, and the clear water made him very fond of it, but then he ascended and saw the circle of shadows the size of a mountain under the water, and then the young man only dared to grope on the beach, for fear that he would see an eye that was about the same size as himself while walking in the water, and then open his mouth and swallow himself with a siphon.

Although he is a god who can turn into a wisp of green smoke and reshape it on the totem pole, these two places are not only dangerous, but also contain great terror that is harmful to the spirit, if this leaves a shadow, he does not dare to guarantee what he will become, so he is extremely taboo about these two places, and he has not touched the ban behind them.

Thinking about the young man's steps, he involuntarily walked towards Bai Ze, and when he saw the silence of a lotus in front of him, his heart could calm down.

This is a very small space, is a quiet small valley, there are many transparent white lotuses growing in it, a delicate lotus flower will bloom once every midnight, the whole valley is filled with a light fragrance, until noon the next day slowly faded, leaving a little sweet fragrance, in order to prove their bloom.

Sometimes the boy would wake up frightened or frozen, sometimes he would have insomnia or stay up voluntarily, but in the middle of the night, he would like to sit in the valley and watch the flowers bloom. That scene will always make Xing Yuan forget many things, and find peace in the depths of his heart.

Perhaps, that's what home feels like.

Although he spent more time in the silverfish, all his thoughts were spent on Jinwu, but the first time he came to Bai Ze, he fell in love with this place as a teenager, the totem pole was cold and warm, and the strangeness and unfamiliarity of the other place made him feel uneasy, so that "waking up in the middle of the night" has almost become a habit, and what can give him comfort is Bai Ze's lotus.

In addition, when he feels tired in the middle of the day, he will also come here to sleep.

If you want to talk about the young man in Tsing Yi's attachment to this place, it is probably because of Bai Zexiao, Xing Yuan can explore this place cleanly, and after a few laps, he is very familiar inside and out, and that familiarity makes him feel safe here, although it is not warm or comfortable, it is the only place where he can relax.

The young man rested on his stomach next to the table and chair, and he was going to Chenghuang today, he was recuperating.

The pangolin was very quiet, and its small body gently rubbed the cheek of the young man, as if to comfort something.

Bub......

A soft smile appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth, and the whole person was lying peacefully on the table, and there was a gust of wind in the valley, wafting everywhere with the fragrance, and he couldn't catch it, no matter how naughty the child was.

The sun was a little milder, and the figure of the young man in Tsing Yi appeared at the ferry port of Chenghuang, standing on the rocks and looking at the scenery inside.

If the "no change" of Jinwu, Huangbei, and Wenray is a quiet state, then Chenghuang can only be called "death", like a painting, dead and silent.

Looking at the endless Loess Plateau, Xingyuan stood for a long time.

Chenghuang will only come to life when he crosses that node and enters it, the endless yellow sand carried by a gust of wind, when the wind blows, it is thickly pasted on the face, and the hand touches the sand grains or sand grains;

Looking at the sun that was painted on the round of Chenghuang, the young man frowned, put his fist across his chest, and took a few deep breaths as if he had not yet made up his mind.

Although Cheng Huang is dead, the things inside are alive, and sometimes the time when he comes out is just stuck when a gust of wind blows, he turns around and sees the appearance of the wind.

It was a series of transparent scars.

Later, he began to deliberately get stuck, and more and more things appeared in front of him, jewelry, paints, candy...... There are so many things that make the yellow desert no longer monotonous, and it looks warm, beautiful, and laughing.

But to him, these boisterous things will only appear to him to be alone, and maybe only a pangolin.

Lowering his eyes, the young man in Tsing Yi no longer thought too much, and walked into the picture scroll named Chenghuang.

......

In the northern suburbs, spring flowers and snow moons.

Drinking the spring water of Dongshan, Xing Yuan leaned on a large rock and looked at the wind and snow in front of him.

The scenery was a little blurry in the wind and snow, but even if he couldn't see it, he knew where he was aiming for today.

At the side peak of Winter Mountain, two bridges were built, one leading to the small hill where the bees were located, and the other leading to the small green mountain.

The two bridges are diagonally distributed on the rocks of the mountain, the bridge stone on the left side seems to be often touched, in the light it is dark gold, and the handrails remain with a rich honey fragrance, across the edge of both banks, and the frost and snow together make the miserable snow add a bit of beauty, observe the delicacy of the bridge, and the young man in Tsing Yi can find out how many houses Shougui has covered.

On the other hand, the other "bridge" is a lot colder, Xing Yuan looks into the distance, the pangolin has not woken up on his body, a cold wind blows between the glutinous climbing, the pangolin shakes, the bridge cable shakes, a few broken planks can't catch the chains in the wind and snow, and the wind grows louder and louder in the broken gap, and finally it is unbearable for years, falling towards the endless abyss.

The young man silently drank the snow-soaked spring water and took a few steps forward steadily.

At this time, the chains were empty, and the few remaining planks were extremely unevenly distributed, as if under the influence of their companions, and the rest of the planks were a little less lustrous in the sight of Xingyuan, and they lay lifelessly in place, waiting for the final death sentence, maybe a year, maybe two years.

In addition to these extremely fragile wooden planks, the bridge cable connecting the two sides of the river is also crumbling, and the iron frame at Xiaoqingshan is frozen to break into a huge gap, tilting at an angle, so that the creatures seen can't help but pinch a cold sweat, I don't know how many years it can support.

Koaoyama.

The young man in Tsing Yi raised his palm and caught the snowflakes that had fallen halfway into the world, his eyes were dark, as if he was hesitating.

In the past few months, he has walked through these five spaces several times, the center is wandering in Chenghuang and Jinwu, and the other three places are just pointed, but it still did not let him find an opportunity to open the rest of the bans, and he forced the idea of risking his life He came to Dongshan to find Shougui to "ask" a few scoops of spring water mixed with honey, and in the conversation with Shougui, he learned that there is a bridge that can lead to Xiaoqingshan.

Shougui didn't say anything, and Xing Yuan didn't ask further, just remembered the hint and weighed it alone.

However, it should be to fight. The young man in Tsing Yi pondered, and then as if he had made up his mind, he took three steps forward, his eyes were fixed, and his immature face was a little more resolute.

Feeling the cold of the snow falling between the heavens and the earth, the young man let out a white breath in his mouth. In the past few days, the unintentional people have been a little restless in the water, swimming around as if they had encountered some difficulty, the candle flame on the chest was burning between the lights and flickers, the color changed from orange to blue, and even the temperature was lowered a few points.

Xing Yuan adjusted his mentality, and sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the bridge, his immature face was cold and a little mature. Looking at the hazy fog on the bridge cable, the young man frowned, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of snow casually beside him and tasted the taste, sour, not as sweet as the spring water of the winter mountain.

Looking at the sky, the young man thought for a while, then reluctantly got up, seized this last opportunity, and with a silent murmur, he clapped his hands and tidied up his messy robe, raised his legs in the air, and took a few steps on the bridge cable.

Xiao Qingshan was not forbidden, but every time he took a step in that direction, the pangolin's body would tremble, as if it was afraid of something, and when Xingyuan reached the middle of the breath, it woke up waking up with its claws, cowering at the young man's neck and being on guard, and there was no movement.

It rarely wakes up on its own.

The young man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to comfort him, his feet stepped on the bridge cable, and his breath took root, after his body was stabilized, the young man's eyes were cold for no reason, sweat dripped down his forehead, and he looked at the jungle in the distance, and breathed softly in his mouth.

This cliff is a little weird, the fierceness of the wind and snow is a level higher than the shore, and a large area of frost and snow is piled up on the young man in Tsing Yi, so that he can't help but half-squat down and find the center of gravity again.

As if sensing the breath of life in Xing Yuan, a snort came from nowhere, heavy, mixed with anger and old age, and after many cycles, it rebounded and disturbed his consciousness. The whistling frost and snow became a little bigger, depressing and noisy, and even the scenery in front of me began to blur and messy.

The young man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to cover it, his palm clenched the iron cable on his side, and before he could move, he saw the agile figure of the pangolin, the pink claws quickly alternating on the iron cable, and the figure was slowly obscured in the fine white particles so that it was difficult to see.

Xing Yuan was surprised, and just wanted to feel the breath of the pangolin, a distant sound of the cave flute began to echo on the empty iron cable, and the layers of lost frost and snow were attached to his bare skin, and the slight stimulation climbed to the young man's chest along the veins, and the flames gently flickered upward, and the orange color became a little richer, but it burned a little brightly.

Slowly, the wind and snow stopped, and the young man's body moved, and he was a little frightened in his heart, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he had returned to the shore, and the pale yellow pangolin was still sleeping on his shoulder, and there was no movement.

This......

Looking at the slowly rising sun, the young man in Tsing Yi did not have any warmth in his heart, and sat on the opposite side of the bridge and ate a mouthful of snow irritably, and his blue-black robe was a little messy.

Xiao Sheng......

Xing Yuan took a few steps back, he failed today, and he could only wait for tomorrow. It's the sound of Xiao, the sound of Xiao that Shougui has been avoiding and not talking about, every time it avoids, pretends to be asleep, pretends to be drunk......

The boy was a little irritable, grabbed a handful of snow and threw it to the ground, stepped on it a few more times, and walked quickly towards the main peak.

The frost and snow fluttered in the young man's heart, they attached to his robe, attached to his face, the cold touch made the fire in his heart burn a little, his cheeks were slightly red, and his body slowly moved.

Through the layers of thin mist, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at the end of the road, looking at Shougui's arm holding the honey jar and feeling restless, a little annoyed, but he couldn't spit out half a word when he wanted to say it, he grabbed a handful of snow and tasted it, it was a little too bitter.

Hearing the sound of the wind, Shougui moved his ears, opened one eye and closed one eye, shook his ears gently, stirred his hand in the honey pot, and then licked it while Xingyuan was not paying attention, licking too much and being addicted to it couldn't cover it, the young man in Tsing Yi in the distance walked over step by step in the wind and snow, and his gloomy face looked darker and darker in the snow, looking at Shougui's appearance The young man suddenly laughed, and looked at the fat stealing bear with interest, and the laughter made a certain white brown bear a little uncomfortable, and trembled.

"Well, that old man, you're here! Didn't I make some honey, and you came just to send it to the bees......

"Shut up. Don't rob your son. The young man in Tsing Yi patted the snow on his body boringly, waved his hand and sat down depressedly opposite it, looking at the appearance of Xing Yuan, a certain big white bear felt a tightness in his heart, and his body trembled with fear when he heard this, and the snow slipped down from its body, looking black like a landscape, "You, what do you say—— son is naturally son's!" Shou Hui wanted to say a few words, but for fear that the young man in Tsing Yi next to him would kill him, he hurriedly added an accent, "Look, this is not angry, I think it's heat stroke......"

"Alright, alright. The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to be unable to listen to it, waved his hand and patted the snow around him, Shougui saw that the honey was saved, slapped it into the snow with his big hand, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xing Yuan and said with a big grin, "Failed? It's okay, just try a few more times." ”

"Really?" the boy grabbed a handful of snow from the snow, mixed it up, and melted into a large snowball.

"That's it, use your brain. ”

"Don't move my ass!"

"Cut, doesn't it look good in your ass!"

"......" The young man in Tsing Yi turned pale, took a mouthful of snow fiercely, and couldn't help but talk to the bears around him about the profound topic of what is a head and what is an ass.

There was silence between one person and one bear, and for a long time, Xingyuan lowered his head and sighed, "Stinky dog bear, let me ask you a question, can you answer it." ”

"No, you can't. ”

"Me!"

"Can't!" Shougui turned his head, looked at the young man in Tsing Yi, and then licked the corner of his mouth......

Can I eat honey from the corner of your mouth?

The young man couldn't help it, and rushed forward to fight with Shougui, and in a short time their bodies were dyed with a layer of snow white.

The young man in white took off his strength, looked at the sky and his brain was empty, and Shougui had no strength to eat the snow, so he lay on the ground and stretched out his tongue to sweep the snowflakes in the air;

The thief cried again.

The big white bear thought in his heart, and the young man in Tsing Yi beside him looked at the guard and said coldly, "It wants to continue its life." ”

Shougui was stunned, and Xingyuan was also stunned.

For a long time, without saying a word, they looked at the snowflakes sprinkled and seemed to understand something. No wonder this winter mountain often drifts with snow, drifting that bitter frost and snow. No wonder the water of the stream is sweet. This forest of silence is not silent at all, but it lacks a tongue, cannot speak, and needs to be sat upright and tasted by a creature.

Holding the honey pot, Shougui thought a lot, stretched out his paws and fished a handful on his side, and tasted the crystallization of the tears.

It's bitter.

The snow fell a little bigger, Xing Yuan looked at the white sky, the clouds of the winter mountain were thin, one by one was stretched slender, clean, not necessarily good-looking, but there was some charm.

Listening to the sound of wind and snow, the young man in Tsing Yi sighed, "Did you hear that Xiao sound?" ”

"I hear you. I don't know who blew it. Shougui felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, it knew some secrets of that Xiao Sheng, but it didn't want to say it, and it didn't want to say it. It's afraid that there is a hole in its heart when it says it, and it wants to plug it up for a lifetime, and finally don't pull it out until it dies.

Because, the pain ......

He found a stone to lean on, and the young man's immature face was stained with a thin layer of frost and snow.

God seemed to have poked them in the sore spot, and tears fell in large patches, and there was no end in sight. Xing Yuan regretted it, he regretted saying it, if he had the opportunity, he would seal this secret, take it to Huangquan, and bury it for himself.

Shougui didn't say anything, it had to keep it and keep its mouth tight.

Even if it is strict for a lifetime.

Don't have this mouth......

Shougui closed his eyes, the young man in Tsing Yi got up, and the heavy snow drifted behind him, one hundred and eight thousand miles.

The young man in the green robe was gone, but Shougui was still sitting where he was, waiting for him to return.

These days, Xing Yuan's mood is very heavy, as if he has been pressed by something, and he is bolder when he presses it, a numb face seems to not know how to be afraid, looking at Huang Bei's turbid water, his heart is not moving, like a corpse that has lost his soul, and his face is a little stiff and terrifying.

He didn't go to the Silent Forest, nor did he go to the Winter Mountain, a blue-black robe was a little wider, the blue was lighter, the black was thicker, the pangolin was lying on his body, I don't know if he was strange or the other party was strange, except for lying on his stomach as always, nothing was the same.

When it was dark, the boy made a boat, and he floated on the boat, and the boat was on the ground.

With a felt hat and a long pole in his hand, Xing Yuan's eyebrows slowly loosened, as if he had thought about something, took off the felt hat, put the boat, and waited for the long pole to break, the young man wore green clothes through the cave, drenched in the rain of Spring Mountain, basked in the sun of Summer Mountain, and blew the wind of Autumn Mountain, Shi Shiran arrived at the foot of Winter Mountain, step by step, and went up the mountain.

The frost and snow fell, and a blue-black robe slowly faded, and Shougui ate snow in the snow, without looking at Xing Yuan.

The snowflakes fell as usual, piece by piece, but when they reached the young man's side, they suddenly slowed down, and they stood up and pointed at them and shouted "evil animals" for fear of revealing the secret of heaven!

When he reached the side peak, Xing Yuan looked at the small green mountain opposite, and he smiled.

Proud as a teenager.

The young man turned around, leaving behind the back wrapped in green clothes, and the heroic figure of the wine asked Qingtian!

Xiao Qingshan wore a green robe at his feet, and the sky asked the sky now, look at the wind and snow in this place, and ask about the blood in the sky;

I am a mirror, just to let you see what you look like!

The wind and snow buried Xing Yuan's footprints, and he was afraid of leaving traces of his coming!

One goes two or three miles, the wind is blowing, the long sword, overcoming thorns and thorns!

As Xing Yuan left, a vast sound echoed in the sky. looked at the main peak, looked at the panicked and evasive young man and smiled, this is going to be a cunning rabbit.

The wind and snow grew stronger, but they did not see each other after all, and the frost and snow behind them fled in large areas, avoiding the nameless disaster, and poured down from the earth like flowing water towards the woods at the foot of the mountain.

This time it's Xingyuan, but last time, it's Shougui.

However, Xing Yuan didn't understand, and neither did the Shougui who was not far away.

But none of them need to understand.

The distant sound of Xiao was continuous for a while, wrapped in the frost and snow that turned into rain, and when I heard the lyrics, the unintentional people opened their eyes and looked stupidly, but they would forget it after all.

The wind rises, and the sound of the whistle:

Looking southeast, fifty years of rise and fall are full;

Seeing him rise up Zhu Lou,

Seeing him feast on his guests,

Seeing that he changed into a dragon and snake in the clouds, the marquis worshiped and held the power in his hands;

A history pen, slept in a romantic sleep, hugged the waist of a golden bucket, and held a long hatred knife

From the left, a sword Changhong, the dream is difficult to protect, the water moon mirror blooms, and the Wang family has a black gauze hat.

Falling, the wind rising.

The light and dark light swayed behind Xing Yuan, shining one by one, but unfortunately, he couldn't hear it.

But Shougui heard.

It stuffed a handful of honey into its mouth, but it couldn't stop the tears from the corners of its eyes.

Can't wait.

It can never wait.

They will never see each other again in this life.

And it still has to keep it.

Keep that, and the promise that can't be kept.

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The end is adapted from the Peach Blossom Fan