The head of the Oriental family struggled with his weak body and leaned towards the edge of the bed. Dongfang Chengtian also waited for him to speak very seriously, and the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

Dongfang Shiming looked at his father and brother. He took a deep breath and said lightly: "Sheng Pingtian, like the wind." ”

Hearing this name, the two were stunned for a moment, as if they were very surprised by this. However, since it was the result of Dongfang Shiming, they did not immediately question it, and wanted to hear Dongfang Shiming mention the reason for this place.

"Twenty years ago, father, you should remember this place too. If Uncle Hu was right, his mother used to go there to pray for the eldest brother's fasting. ”

Seeing the head of the Dongfang family nodding slightly, Dongfang Shiming's eyes showed a little conviction.

"I've already explored all the possible places where the incident happened except here." Oriental poetry said, "And like the view of the wind, now it has been extremely decayed and unattended." ”

"Before leaving, I found a Taoist in a neighboring village. He told me that the Xiangfeng Temple was only open every month, and asked me to pay a visit in a few days. ”

Speaking of this, Dongfang Shiming continued: "Other locations, I have almost ruled out the possibility. The only thing that is suspicious is this elephant wind view that no one cares about. ”

"Hmm......" The head of the Oriental family lay on the bed, closing his eyes weakly.

Dongfang Chengtian was silent. The younger brother's efficiency is indeed clever, but this matter is too confusing, and it seems that it is not so easy to sort it out for a while.

After a while, bidding farewell to his brother and father, Dongfang Shiming and Fu Yunge walked through the family manor to watch the snow.

"To put it mildly, you're working hard, too." Fu Yunge let out a breath of heat.

"It's nothing." Dongfang Shiming shook his head, "This matter...... It should have been something I had to face sooner or later. ”

Fu Yunge knows. As the former abandoned son of the Oriental family, Dongfang Shiming now recognizes his ancestors and returns to his ancestors, what does he represent and what he bears.

Dongfang Shiming walked under the eaves and reached out to grab a few snowflakes. Watching the ice crystals gradually melt in the palm of his hand, his eyes were almost blurred for a while.

"This thing...... It's also the helplessness of fate. ”

Back then, in his young memory, it was the same snowfall, only more cold and unforgiving.

The rivers that covered the mountains seemed to have withered together. Wandering in a different place, if this didn't happen, maybe his life would have become completely different.

A gust of wind blew, staining his eyelashes with snow shavings. The object in the foreground seems to be blurred more than ten years ago.

At that time, he only knew that his parents were like the sky falling, completely separated because of "that incident". The peace and warmth of the past will never come back.

However, perhaps it was also a relief for the mother at the time.

The sky was full of wind and snow. Lonely and helpless, he was wrapped in his arms by Hu Wei, the closest servant at the time. Facing the rebuke and contempt of the whole family, it was like a lonely boat carried by a person in the middle of the whirlpool, which was everything in his childish heart and despair.

Subsequently, Hu Wei turned his back to Dongfang's guidance and scolding, blocking everything for himself. He silently and resolutely took himself away from the wind and waves and the hustle and bustle, threw himself into the crazy snowy day, and took the young man to the lower realm that isolated the peaceful sky.

In the end, the two figures, one old and one young, migrated several times, and settled at the Shigu Ferry, and then, like frightened birds, finally settled down extremely tired.

In the years that followed, the master and servant had a hard time. As if falling from the sky to the ground, they lived in the camp like ordinary local people, coarse tea and light rice, and short brown cloth clothes. But perhaps thankfully, the Dongfang family seems to have really forgotten these two grains of sand, and since then, no one has come to disturb them.

Hu Wei, in the childhood of Dongfang Shiming, planted the seeds of pure goodness.

Life is not easy, but Hu Wei still has a little persistence. It was he who taught Oriental poetry the truth of how to behave in the world in his daily life, and worked everywhere for him to study at Shigu Ferry. Even after leaving the fertile soil for growth, the young Oriental poet was still under the care of Hu Wei's painstaking efforts, and the idea of benevolence and wisdom gradually took root and did not go down the wrong path.

For Dongfang Shiming, that period was not a long time, although it was bitter, it was a rare and happy time for him.

Hu Wei eventually became seriously ill. On that snowy day, Dongfang Shiming cried silently in front of the bed. He was still naïve, and for the first time understood the parting of life. The back that was originally relied on finally sank and fell.

After that, Dongfang Shiming found the money that Hu Wei had saved for himself. It turned out that he didn't have money for treatment, but at that time, he knew that his life was short, and he was willing to spare all his efforts to give the last bit of light and heat to the little master who had cared for him all his life.

Wind and snow drifted in through the windows. Snowflakes stained Dongfang Shiming's cheeks, and the thin body in front of him gradually faded into a bubble.

"Don't be in a daze, it's cold here."

Suddenly, the nerves trembled, and Dongfang Shiming was called back to reality by Fu Yunge. He smiled apologetically and walked away with Fu Yunge.

However, Dongfang Shiming, who recovered from his sensibility, turned to think of Hu Wei's "confession" when he was dying.

"Back then...... If we hadn't wanted to keep it a secret...... Maybe you, little master...... I won't be reduced to this ......"

"The old servant is ...... If you owe the little master in this life, you can only pay it back in the next life......"

As if lamenting. Dongfang Shiming suppressed the turbulence in his heart, looked at the calm flying snow, and his mind calmed down.

Is it "concealed"......

He was already clear about what would happen after "that incident".

"Tell me about it." Suddenly, Fu Yunge's voice came from the front.

Dongfang Shiming looked up, but saw that Fu Yunge had stopped in front of him and looked back at him. It turned out that I didn't know when, and I stopped again.

Fu Yunge spat out a mouthful of white mist: "Since we are friends, I can't just look at you dryly." Tell me about it, I'm sure I can help you. ”

Dongfang Shiming smiled warmly.

Actually, just now in the Warm Candle Zhai, Dongfang Shiming left Fu Yunge, not intentionally asking him to help. It's just that for the first time, he feels that he is in this familiar and unfamiliar whirlpool, and he must always feel at ease when he is accompanied by his friends.

But......

"Whew, that's fine." As if relieved, Dongfang Shiming decided not to hide in front of Fu Yunge anymore. The person in front of you is enough to trust yourself, even if it is catharsis, it is better than contemplation.

He pointed to a side room with a high altar that led to a corridor not far away. Fu Yunge understood, and the two of them walked there together.

After entering, the two found that this house turned out to be a place for the Oriental family to worship the gods. The inside is now empty and unoccupied, the space is narrow, and a golden statue is placed on it, and the treasure is solemn.