Almost as that night, the silence in Tallinn was shattered by the sudden sound of horses' hooves, and in the darkness of the night, only the shouts of astonishment, the jumbled sound of horses' hooves, and the long neighing of horses in fright could be heard ahead.

The purity of Buddhism seems to have been completely broken.

The people around me were all staring at the chaos over there in disbelief.

And Liu Qinghan, as if he felt something, slowly walked out of the crowd, looking ahead in surprise, the fire was fluttering, shining on his face, and the half silver cold mask seemed to be ignited.

It's just that, surrounded by the firelight, the mask still has a strange, cold light.

When I turned around, a horse was already galloping from outside Tallinn.

A gust of wind slammed into my face.

I subconsciously closed my eyes and took a step back, and by the time I opened them again, the rider had stopped in front of me.

A tall, shiny horse with black fur, toned to every bone, every muscle full of strength, in the light of the fire, the oily black fur reflected the light of silk, it seemed to be extremely restless, and kept stomping its front hooves, almost rushing into the crowd.

The man on horseback tightened the reins with one hand, and with the other hand outstretched, he gently patted the horse's neck.

"Stop."

Compared with this horse, which was full of strength and beauty, the voice was a little weak, and even a little lacking in qi, but the horse seemed to understand human words, and soon fell silent.

And my attention was completely drawn to those hands.

It was a pair of very slender, almost woman-like hands, and when they were first stretched out, they were so white that they almost made people feel dazzling, but when they looked closely, they found that the hand was wrapped in a white bandage from the small arm of the sleeve, until the fingertips of each finger, tight, not even an inch of skin was exposed.

The hand stroked the horse's neck again, and then I saw the man on the horse's back slowly straighten up, a pair of obsidian eyes that were crystal clear in the night, looking at us.

"Light, light dust, long gone."

“……”

Yan Qingchen had been sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him silently, without saying a word.

I also slowly raised my head and looked at him.

The man on horseback was not young, but had passed the stand, and was not handsome, for he was very thin, and even a little shaped, and his cheeks were deeply sunken on both sides, so that his eyes were extraordinarily large and outwardly bright; His skin is very white, but unlike Yan Qingchen's whiteness of the jade-faced boy, his whiteness is a sickly paleness, as if there is no blood, especially his eyes, which are very pale in color, and there seems to be a translucent membrane floating on them, so that those eyes are like a layer of clouds, and they can't see clearly, let alone see through.

So, when he looked at me, I even had the illusion that I was in the clouds, uncertain.

My throat was a little choked, I opened my mouth slightly, and struggled for a long time before I finally spoke-

"Long time no see...... Light culvert. ”

……

In fact, I haven't seen this person in front of me for a long time.

Sixteen years of time, like a white horse passing by, passed in a flash, and the connection between me and these old people seemed to be eroded by the flowing water of time, getting weaker and weaker.

But some of them are still unforgettable, especially the connected bloodlines.

Thinking of this, I glanced at him again.

But the person in front of him turned his face away lightly, and the hand wrapped in the white ribbon gently patted the horse's neck again, and the horse immediately turned around and paced a few steps and walked in front of Liu Qinghan.

Liu Qinghan still seemed to be a little unable to come back to his senses, and only raised his eyes to look at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the man on horseback leaned down, looked at the half of the somewhat cold mask, and said softly: "Little junior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Liu Qinghan originally looked at him in a trance, but when he heard this, his eyes immediately widened in shock.

"You-"

"I know something about you," the bandaged hand stretched out again, and gently patted Liu Qinghan's shoulder: "Don't worry, we have a lot of time to get acquainted with each other." You'll remember who I am. ”

Liu Qinghan looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, and after a while, he said, "I seem to know who you are." ”

"Really?"

Looking at the two of them looking at each other calmly, for some reason, my body was a little out of strength.

Recalling the day, when he and I found out that there was fraud in the examination room, Liu Qinghan held me in his arms and rode a horse to gallop, at that time, I only felt that my heart was beating like thunder, in order to hide myself, I asked him several times - who taught you equestrianism.

And his answer, over and over again, was only one sentence-

You don't know it.

If he still has a memory, if now, he still has a slight impression of the past, he will probably laugh at his determination.

This person, how could I not recognize it?

Liu Qinghan, it turns out that sometimes, you are not all right.

At this time, from the place where he rushed in, some more people followed, in addition to those monks who came up, there were also some people dressed as attendants, and as soon as they came forward, they immediately said cautiously: "Childe! ”

The pale boy raised his hand holding the whip and waved it lightly twice, and the men immediately fell silent.

And several monks also followed him to his side, frowned and said, "This benefactor, Tianmu Temple can't go away. It doesn't matter who you are, please dismount! ”

He didn't say a word, he turned over directly from the horse, and his movements were very smooth, but when he landed, he unexpectedly stumbled two steps and almost fell, and the retinue he brought immediately stepped forward to help him: "Childe! ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ......"

Before he could speak, he covered his mouth and coughed irrepressibly.

Moreover, the more he coughed, the more he coughed, the sound felt as if someone was hammering him hard in his body, and the muffled sound made me feel as if he was coughing and his internal organs were about to fester. Seeing that he was coughing so much that he could barely stand up, the monks were also frightened, and after a while, they said cautiously: "Donor, are you okay?" ”

At this time, the fearless monk walked over, glanced at him, and waved his hand to the people: "You all go down, you don't have to worry about it here." ”

"Uncle Fearless, but he-"

"He's not an outsider!" Fearless frowned, and said in a rough voice, "He is the son of Uncle Zhengjue!" ”

As soon as the words came out, the young monks around them immediately gasped in shock.

Even Pei Yuanxiu's eyes widened in disbelief and turned his head to look at me.

I looked at the man who was coughing and bent over, was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

Yes, the thin, and even a somewhat sick man in front of him is the enlightened monk, the child of my second uncle, and the son of the Yan family, Yan Qinghan.

Yan, light, Han.

I silently recited these three words in my heart, and when I looked up, he had already taken the handkerchief offered by the attendant and covered his mouth, barely stopping his cough.

He raised his head and said to the fearless monk, "Thank you." ”

The fearless monk glanced at him a few more times, but didn't say anything after all, and the old monks had already walked over slowly, looked at Yan Qinghan, and said, "Donor, you're here." ”

"I heard that my father passed away, so I came to see him off. I just offended, and I hope forgive you. ”

"Don't dare."

"Since the donor has come to see off enlightenment, then—that's fine."

After they finished speaking, they all waved their hands. The two monks who had already walked under the high platform before, holding torches, also walked over, the two of them kept their heads down, looking very cautious, and one of them had already handed over the torch in his hand to Yan Qinghan without waiting for an order.

Yan Qinghan said lightly: "Thank you." ”

The two monks saluted, took a few steps back, and retreated into the crowd.

At this moment, the entire Tianmu Temple, the entire Tallinn, all fell silent.

Only the sudden heartbeat in my chest, and the torch in Yan Qinghan's hand, the sound of burning when it burned, he held the torch high and slowly walked to the front of the high platform.

The body of enlightenment is sitting upright on it, with his eyes lowered, as if the Buddha who has compassion for the world, looking at the people who are busy in the red dust.

And his son stood in the red dust, looking up at him.

A gust of wind blew, and once again lifted the corner of the clothes of the eminent monk sitting on the high platform.

Yan Qinghan's face was expressionless, and as soon as he raised his hand, he was about to throw the torch into the pyre under the high platform.

At that moment, I was standing beside him and suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

It was also at this moment that I felt that his wrist was so thin, as if only a handful of bones remained, almost thinner than the wrist of a woman like mine. And he was caught by me, turned his head to look at me, but he was very calm, and only asked, "Is there anything unfinished?" ”

I thought about it for a while and said, "You haven't seen your second uncle for so long, and you don't have anything to say to him?" ”

He also thought about it and said, "My heart is the same, what can I say?" ”

"What about the second uncle?"

“……”

"Is he the same all these years?"

“……”

This time, Yan Qinghan slowly turned around and faced me squarely, with the same calm on his pale face: "He naturally has changed." ”

"Oh? What is it? ”

Yan Qinghan turned his head, looked at his father on the high platform, and the faint soft rouge, and said lightly for a while: "His sins are full today." ”

“……！”

My heart suddenly jumped, and I felt that wrist suddenly forced, I couldn't catch him at all, and was almost overturned by him, and Yan Qinghan had already thrown the torch in his hand into the pyre.

Suddenly, a fire rose in front of him.

A scorching heat wave that almost burned VIPs to ashes hit, and I almost subconsciously took a step back, but I saw Yan Qinghan, who was standing on the edge of the high platform, only a stone's throw away from the flames, like a sculpture, motionless.

The sky-high firelight illuminated every corner of Tallinn, and also illuminated everyone's pale face, but he, whose pale face was so calm and waveless from beginning to end, as if it was cold for ten thousand years, and could not be dissolved.

And on the other side of him, another light chill, was looking at this sky-high fire with wide eyes in horror.