The big snow mountain, the north of the desert stretches for thousands of miles, the cliffs are steep, thousands of cliffs, the top of the mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the snow storm does not stop, it is the forbidden area of life that ordinary people cannot set foot in.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, Mo Bai raised his head and looked at the towering peak, the snow-white peak and the vast sky mixed into one color, there was a kind of trance, the peak of the sky, the sky in the peak of the majestic and vast feeling.

"Xiaobai, don't lose it." Mo Ying turned her head and stretched out her hand to Mo Bai, "The road to the snow mountain is not easy to walk, I will lead you." ”

The snow at the foot of the mountain is not too thick, and although the trail is covered, it is faintly outlined, and the higher you go, the more winding and steep the road becomes.

Mo Ying followed the path in her memory, pulling Mo Bai and walking carefully, there was no visible road under her feet, and the white snow stretched endlessly.

"Xiaobai, look, that's where I picked you up!"

Walking to a place where the snow fell on the dead wood, the ink warbler raised her head to reveal her face, her slightly sallow skin was dyed with some frost in the snow, her red cheeks were steaming, she stretched out her hand to the dead wood covered in silver, gestured with her palm, and said with emotion: "When I picked you up at that time, you were only the size of my palm." ”

Mo Bai looked up at the snow-white dead wood, and the picture appeared intermittently in his mind.

Falling in the dark, the white sky, the cold snow, the snow-white dead wood.

"Rabbits? Fox? ”

A gentle voice came from the fragments of memory, and the fragmented memories gradually gathered like broken lenses, piecing together a complete picture.

In the picture, there is a familiar face, the man squatting in the snow with a basket on his back, and his clear eyes are full of curious colors.

"It's such a small one," the warm touch came, and it was the ink warbler who rescued him from the snow and held it in the palm of his hand, "There is still temperature, it should still be alive, right?" ”

The picture suddenly went black, because it was stuffed into the clothes, although narrow but warm.

There was a light pinch in the palm of her hand, and Mo Ying turned her head and smiled at Mo Bai: "Xiaobai, do you think I have used up all my luck in this life?" I actually picked up a fairy. ”

Immortal...... Mo Bai didn't understand it too well, and subconsciously felt that this word was not suitable for him, but he couldn't say why.

"In the beginning, I brought you home, and it didn't take long for you to become a human, and my soul was scared out of you at that time." Mo Ying smiled and told Mo Bai about the interesting things that happened during his coma, "I picked up a little guy during the day and brought it home, and I became a person at night!" Frightened, I rolled off the kang at night, fell to the ground and crawled out of the door. ”

Suddenly woke up from a dream and found that there was an unknown man beside him, and at that moment, Mo Ying panicked so much that he thought he was not clean.

After nearly half an hour of freezing outside the house, she was able to calm down.

"It's strange to think about it now," Mo Ying smiled, turning her head to stare at Mo Bai's face, "Why was I scared?" ”

Mo Bai raised his hand and touched his face, tilted his head to reveal a half-understood expression, his pure face was matched with his simple movements, and he was full of weakness, which made people can't help but want to push it.

Mo Ying swallowed her saliva, resisted the urge to bite on Mo Bai's face, and withdrew her eyes with difficulty.

Girls should be reserved.

After picking up Mo Bai and taking care of it carefully for a while, Mo Ying clearly remembered the day Mo Bai woke up.

His eyes were clear but blank, looking at the earth-colored wall with a blank expression, like a newborn baby curious about everything around him, timidly cowering in place and motionless.

He forgot his name, so Mo Ying gave him a name using his last name.

"I picked you up in a white snowfield, snow, ink?

But you're a boy...... White, cute like a girl.

Why don't you call it Mobai?

Little Ink, Little White...... Xiaobai! ”

Little White ...... Ink White ...... Looking at the back of the person in front of him, Mo Bai tilted his head.

The snow under his feet was already up to his ankles, and the two of them were about to enter the middle of the snowy mountain, he stopped and looked at the snow-white mountain road.

"What's wrong, Xiaobai?" Because of holding hands, Mo Ying was pulled to a halt and looked back at Mo Bai suspiciously.

"Go this way."

Mo Ying looked in the direction of Mo Bai's finger, and the white expanse was not the familiar road in her memory.

"Do you want to go this way?"

She looked hesitant, turned around and asked tentatively, "Xiaobai, did you remember something?" ”

Mo Bai shook his head, the memories that were pieced together were not much, and there was no important information.

He pointed over there, purely because he saw something, and there was some vague sense in the city, but he never said it.

Mo Ying looked at the white road ahead, and it was impossible to take an unfamiliar road and say that she was not afraid.

In the snowy mountains in winter, a wrong step can be lost, and many people have frozen to death because the road is covered and fallen into a hole covered by snow.

Beneath the silvery beauty lies countless dry bones.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Ying clenched Mo Bai's hand and slowly retreated behind him, although his face was still a little struggling and hesitating, his actions already showed that the next road was led by Mo Bai.

◇——◇

In the city, Osmanthus Lane, private school.

Mr. Tsing Yi walked around the room with a ruler on his back.

paused slightly beside the little peach blossom, and saw that the little girl was writing poems seriously and silently, and the handwriting was plain and elegant.

He bowed his head in satisfaction and smiled slightly.

"Sir, sir!"

Outside the door, a man stood outside the door of the private school with a slightly anxious face, wanting to enter but afraid of disturbing the teaching in the private school.

He could only stand outside the room and keep his voice low, waving his hand vigorously, trying to get Mr. Tsing Yi's attention.

His actions did have an effect, and the attention of the children near the door was drawn to him.

"Ergou, Ergou, isn't this your second uncle?"

"Zhuzi, you want to lie to me again, my second uncle is now taking care of my mother at home."

"No, don't you just look up?"

"Who believes...... Ah, why is the second uncle here? ”

"Ahem," Mr. Tsing Yi unconsciously walked up to the young boy and coughed dryly.

The two schoolchildren hurriedly lowered their heads and pretended to write silently.

"Sir, I'm looking for Ergou!" Seeing Mr. Tsing Yi leaning over to this side, the man's anxious face was soothed, but he was still in a hurry.

"Outside," Mr. Tsing Yi led the man to the outside of the private school, and the man whispered something to Mr. Tsing Yi, the latter's face changed instantly, his eyes were shocked, and he understood why the man was so anxious, and he hurried back to the private school, "I'll call him out." ”

……

In the east of Osmanthus Lane, in front of a wooden house that is not too big, the cold wind is biting, and the yard that should be empty is crowded with people at this time.

In the midst of the crowd, weeping and wailing were heard.

"You have no conscience, why did you leave like this! How would I live without you! The cloth-clothed woman knelt down in front of a withered corpse and wept bitterly.

"Hey, is this Liu Ergou's father? Oh my God, is this freezing to death or what? ”

"I've been sucked dry by the monster, this yellow muscle is thin, and it's obviously the way of the goblin."

"Is that the red-eyed youkai? Doesn't it hurt? Why did you suddenly make a ruthless move? ”

"Who knows, pity this family, I remember that the child seems to be still studying with Mr. Zhao."

The crowd of onlookers talked in detail.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

Fat Catcher quickly pushed away the people who were blocking in front of him, and the onlookers who were pushed away were just about to get angry, and when they saw that the person who came was dressed in a bad suit, he suddenly lost his arrogance, and retreated autonomously to make his debut.

"Boss," Fat Catcher quickly opened the way for Qin Fan, and then turned around and asked Qin Fan to go first, "You please." ”

Walking into the crowd, Qin Fan saw the corpse on the ground at first glance, it can't be said that it is not eye-catching, it can only be said that it is too eye-catching.

"Why does this person look like he's dying of death?" The thin catcher who followed behind Qin Fan said quickly.

The woman who was lying on the ground crying was stunned when she heard the sound, raised her head and glared at the thin man who was talking angrily.

"I'm sorry," Thin Catcher knew that he shouldn't joke about the dead, let alone give himself a big slap in front of his family, "his mouth is scooped." ”

Qin Fan didn't care about the gaffes of his subordinates, the other party had already punished himself, and he didn't want to say anything more, looking at the woman lying on the ground with tears wet on her cheeks, he stepped forward and helped the woman to get up: "This lady, it's cold, it's cold on the ground, be careful of the cold." ”

The woman was stunned in place, it was the first time she saw such a well-trained catcher, and she subconsciously obeyed his words, stood up honestly, and cried: "Poor master, you must help me catch the murderer!" ”

"This lady can rest assured, the government will definitely investigate clearly and catch the murderer."

To appease the woman's emotions, Qin Fan stood beside the corpse and looked at it seriously for a while.

"When will the servants arrive?"

"Right now." Thin Catcher said quickly: "The government has already sent someone over." ”

"Well," Qin Fan nodded, it didn't matter to him if someone dealt with it, he just happened to be nearby, and he heard that there was a homicide here, so he was curious to come and take a look.

The face is yellow and thin, the shape is like a withered tree, and the refreshing smile is not so much cool as being sucked to death?

It seems to be about the same......

Is it a demon?

Qin Fan touched his chin, and suddenly looked forward to it.

……

"Master, are you going to visit Mr. Zhao?"

"Or else?" The middle-aged man snorted, "I don't want to spend the winter in this hellish place. ”

"Is the master still angry about what happened last night?"

The servant smiled and patted the middle-aged man's ass: "That old bustard has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he missed the opportunity to soar!" ”

The middle-aged man waved his sleeves and shouted: "A little Oiran, don't you see it!" ”

The servant patted his ass: "Yes, yes, yes, there are countless Oiran in the capital waiting for you to return to your grace." ”

The middle-aged man smiled on his face, his heart was a little weak, he wiped his face, he preferred the good girl in the teaching workshop to the dusty woman in the Qinglou, the once noble existence had to be tactfully accepted under him, especially the family members of some political enemies, let them blow the flute under the crotch, that feeling is simple.

With a sigh, he said, "I hope I can go back before winter." ”

Walking out of the inn, he breathed a long sigh of relief, although he didn't sleep comfortably last night, he could be regarded as having enough energy.

"Let me see what kind of thing the guy who can make His Highness care so much is sacred!"

The carriage swayed, all the way out of the city to the east of the city, close to Osmanthus Lane, and from a distance I saw people leaning towards that side one after another.

"Is there something going on?"

The middle-aged man lifted the curtain, looked out, and wondered, "Why are you going that way?" ”

"Master, there are people from the government."

"People from the government? How did they get here? ”

"I don't know, do you want me to investigate?"

The middle-aged man thought for a while, paid attention to the pair of black-clothed catchers who appeared in the field of vision, lowered the curtain and said lightly: "No, it's important to get down to business." ”

In the east of the city, Guihua Lane, go in a few steps inside, look to the left, you can see a square house, the roof is paved with earth-gray bricks, and the bricks and tiles are covered with snow.

Today's private school is suspended for a day.,Usually it's a private school with a lot of books.,It's too quiet at this moment.。

There was a murder in the alley, and the neighbors were worried about their children, and people came to pick up their children one after another.

Mr. Tsing Yi simply suspended school for one day and asked the schoolchildren to go home with their families...... However, you have to finish today's dictation before you can leave.

After sending off the last schoolchild, Mr. Tsing Yi sat on a straw mat and looked through the schoolchildren's dictation.

At the moment, he was checking the dictation of a schoolboy named Wang Desheng.

The scribbled handwriting is like a ghost painting, and the dog planing is not necessarily so ugly, and even the last few strokes are directly and simply expressed with "vivid" pictograms.

"Alas......"

After looking at it for a long time, my eyes were a little tired.

Mr. Tsing Yi put down the cinnabar pen, took out a roll of rice paper from under the table, and slowly spread it out on the table.

After staring at the handwriting on the rice paper for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to rub the corners of his eyebrows.

After a long time of judging ugliness, I took a look at the pen of heaven and man, and sure enough, I had a new understanding.

"Knock~~"

There was a knocking sound outside the closed wooden door, and Mr. Tsing Yi was stunned, the schoolchildren in the private school had already left, and no one should come at this point.

With this doubt in mind, he stood up.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by two unfamiliar faces.

The one who was slightly in front was leaning his head and holding his chest up, although he was middle-aged, his face did not show a trace of aging, and although his clothes were not gorgeous, the fabrics were all of the best color.

The one at the back, with a respectful expression, naturally smiled when he saw the door opened, and he should have been dealing with people often.

A discerning person can see at a glance that it is a pair of master and servant.

"Two?" Mr. Tsing Yi looked at the two of them outside the door suspiciously, that kind of thing happened in the alley, and suddenly an unfamiliar face appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but get nervous in his heart.

"Mr. Zhao." The servant stepped forward slightly and shouted respectfully, "Farewell to the capital, don't come unharmed." ”

Capital...... In an instant, distant memories emerged from his mind, and Zhao Qingsong's eyes widened, looking at the two comers in front of him incredulously.

"Sir, I wonder if you can go into the house?"

"Ah, okay," Zhao Qingsong, who hadn't come back to his senses for a while, replied in a wooden manner, getting out of the way and inviting the two of them into the house, "The two of you please come in." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, and when he saw it, he felt a little disappointed.

The green shirt is slightly shabby, the face is aging, the face looks tidy, but there is still some basil, from the moment the door opened to the current Mu Ne's reaction, I don't feel old and sleek, and it is not an exaggeration to call a "country man".

Entering the house, the middle-aged man looked around.

It's a very ordinary private school, because it's winter, the windows are sealed, and the inside of the house is slightly dark.

Zhao Qingsong took out a new straw mat from under the table and put it on the ground, and then rolled up the rice paper on the table to clean up.

It was his retraction action that attracted the middle-aged man's gaze, as if he had seen something terrible, the latter's eyes widened in astonishment, and his mouth was faster than his brain's voice to block: "Wait!" ”