Before you know it, six years have passed.

Lingkun's life is very uneventful, the miracle still hasn't happened, and it's still a waste title, and it's passed plainly.

There is no elaborate movement, no blood boiling, Lingkun lives the life of those ordinary teenagers. Reading, carrying water, chopping wood......

Lingkun gradually got used to this kind of life and this kind of ordinary.

The eyes of the people in the clan who looked at him did not have the contempt, the ridicule, and some were just indifference, or numbness.

But Lingkun didn't care.

His father was still strict with him, and he was used to it.

But fortunately, his brother still loves him, and he is used to another indispensable figure in his life in the past six years - Ling'er.

It's night again, Lingkun's favorite night.

It was late at night, and a teenager walked alone in one direction, on the familiar path that had been covered by his own countless footprints. The young man's face is very delicate and handsome, but there is a kind of calmness that children do not have, and his soft face has a little indescribable fortitude.

The boy is Lingkun, a twelve-year-old Lingkun.

In the past six years, Lingkun has become more calm, more indifferent, and has changed a lot.

Probably nothing has changed at all, it's the same waste wood physique.

Lingkun took a step, and although his face was much calmer than before, he could find a trace of joy and excitement in the depths of his eyes when he looked closely.

Stopping, Lingkun looked at the umbrella-shaped tree in front of him. It's been six years, and the tree is still so big, the leaves are still so dense, and the tree hasn't changed.

Finding the zigzag wooden ladder, Lingkun bent over and lined up, the wooden ladder seemed a little small to the current Lingkun. But fortunately, the wooden ladder is very strong.

Ascending the last step of the wooden ladder and stepping on the top of the tree, Lingkun saw the white back sitting with his back to the wooden ladder. Although in the past six years, Lingkun has become accustomed to seeing this back every time he climbs the wooden ladder, he is still a heartfelt joy to see again.

The man sitting heard the movement behind him, and knew that it was the person he was waiting for, so he got up slightly and turned his head.

After six years, the girl is no longer the little girl who didn't grow up. Although she was still wearing a white dress, her chest was slightly raised, and her waist seemed to be thinner, revealing her curves. It has grown a lot taller and looks slim. The still beautiful and beautiful face is no longer the green of the past, with a natural charm. The hair seemed to have grown a lot, hanging down to the waist, but the skin was as clear as jade.

The girl's name is Ling'er.

Seeing Lingkun's arrival, Ling'er curled the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled, and said, "You are here." ”

This smile is overshadowed.

Lingkun nodded, and his face, which seemed unusually indifferent in the clan, softened a lot, and said, "It's here." There was an indescribable tenderness in the tone.

Lingkun walked to Ling'er and sat down slowly, and the two of them sat side by side like this, looking up at the night sky, and didn't speak, as if they enjoyed this feeling.

As if he was tired from sitting, Lingkun half-turned, and then slowly lay down, his head resting on Ling'er's bare legs.

Ling'er's skin was soft and cool, as if she was pillowing a piece of jade.

It seemed that he felt a lot more comfortable, and Lingkun slowly spoke, telling the trivial matters in Bai Yue.

That's how it has been for six years.

"Today, it seems that because of that incident, the second uncle quarreled with his father again, and this time the quarrel was even worse. Lingkun said slowly, thinking of the anger of the second uncle Bai Yueli who slammed the door and left, Lingkun always felt that things were not so simple.

Lingkun frowned and continued: "I remember that usually, the second uncle was very respectful to his father, but it seemed that he was always arguing over something I didn't know. It seems that I have been arguing since I was very young", after a pause, he continued: "I always feel that something is wrong, and it seems that there is a sense of foreboding, and I always feel that the second uncle has been a little wrong recently. ”

Hearing this, Ling'er stretched out a jade-like finger against Lingkun's forehead, rubbed it gently, and said, "Don't worry, I think your father should be able to handle it himself, after all, he is the one who stands tallest." "The voice is soft, soft as the wind, comfortable. Lingkun listened to Ling'er's voice, and seemed to feel a lot calmer, so he stopped talking and quietly looked at the night sky.

Under the night sky, the boy pillows the girl, looking up at the sky, and the picture is indescribably beautiful.

Second, the whole clan seemed to be busy, and the old and young of the clan seemed very happy. Because, three days later, the most dazzling genius in the younger generation, Lingkun's elder brother, Ling Cong, officially turned eighteen years old, that is, the time to hold the Chengren ceremony.

For this clan that attaches great importance to the Chengren ceremony, the Chengren ceremony of a genius with super-S-level bloodline will naturally be valued and prepared by the entire clan. Therefore, three days in advance, the whole clan began to gather information, prepare some festive things to hang, and prepare some cumbersome items needed for the ceremony, etc.

Lingkun, who was usually indifferent to all the major affairs in the clan, also seemed to come from the heart this time, because this was a Chengren ceremony for his brother who loved him, so it was rare, and he also began to show up, helping everywhere, ignoring the surprise of others looking at him.

After a busy time, he seemed to be a little tired, Lingkun returned to his room, remembering the love that his brother Lingcong had always cared for him, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

Thinking of Lingcong's Chengren ceremony after three days, Lingkun felt that he should send something to express his gratitude and love for Lingcong. After thinking about it, he decided to carve a puppet himself.

So, with a knife in hand, he began to carve on a piece of smooth wood of his choice.

"Knock knock", there was a rhythmic knock outside the door. Lingkun knew who it was, because no one in the clan wanted to, or rather, didn't think it was necessary to have a relationship with a waste of himself. Therefore, except for his brother, who has always cared about him, no one will knock on this door.

Lingkun's father will not come, and when the spirit master wants to see Lingkun, he asks Lingcong to take Lingkun to the study, so the place where the father and son meet has always been the humble wooden house.

Hearing the knock on the door, Lingkun hid the wood and carving knife he was carving under the quilt, blew the sawdust that fell on his body, and then said, "Brother, come in by yourself." ”

Although there will be no secrets in the room, every time Lingcong comes, he will knock on the door and only come in after getting Lingkun's permission.

Although Lingkun didn't say anything, he was very grateful to his brother in his heart: this represents Lingcong's respect for himself. For a person who lives a whole life in the eyes of others who despise and ridicule people, this little respect is precisely what Lingkun lacks the most, and it is also extremely precious.

With a "creak", the door slowly opened, and a young man dressed in luxurious white walked out. The young man is very tall, with a resolute face on his handsome face, and his eyebrows seem to be a little light, but with his delicate face, it seems to be even more attractive. There is a calmness all over his body, and he has an oppressive temperament that some old people don't have.

Seeing Ling Cong pushing the door in, Lingkun also let out a heartfelt smile and asked, "Brother, why do you have time to come to me at this time?" You know, it's your Chengren ceremony soon, you still haven't prepared well, you know, this time the scale seems to have never been before!" There was joy and pride in his tone. Proud of his brother.

When Ling Cong heard this, he saw the sawdust scattered under the bed, and his slightly serious face became very soft, and said: "Those trivial things naturally have other people's hearts, and I don't need to worry about anything, but you, what are you carving when you hide in the room alone?" If outsiders saw Lingcong's very soft face, they would seem to be shocked: as we all know in the clan, Lingcong is a serious person who is not smiling, usually always looks cold, even when talking with the elders, he is impartial, solemn and solemn, without a trace of smile. However, with his bloodline and status in the clan, outsiders will not feel disgusted, but feel that this seems to be the characteristic that a genius should have.

Lingkun didn't expect Lingcong to be so observant, and when he entered the door, he found those dusty wood chips under the boat, got up and grabbed Lingcong, and changed the topic with a smile.

Seeing that Lingkun seemed to deliberately divert the topic, Lingcong shook his head, but he didn't care, and after half a sound, he said quietly: "Brother, I have something to tell you." "There is an indescribable solemnity in the language.

When Lingkun heard this, he heard the solemnity in Lingcong's words, and was very surprised why his brother, who had always been very gentle with himself, was so serious today. Nodding his head, he said, "Oh, I'm listening." ”

Ling Cong looked out the window and didn't speak, as if he was thinking about how to speak, and after half a sound, he sighed faintly, turned around, looked directly into Ling Kun's eyes, and asked, "Do you hate me?"

Lingkun's body shook, as if he didn't expect Lingcong to ask himself this question, he was silent for a while, and asked, "Why do you ask that, do I have any reason to hate you?"

When Ling Cong heard this, he sighed: "What do you say, I have the same father as you, and the treatment in the clan is indeed very different. When others see me, they are all humble and respectful, but when they see you, they are contemptuous and mocking. Don't you hate?"

Lingkun listened to the guilt that seemed to be in Lingcong's tone, and felt that Lingcong seemed to be very weird today, shook his head, and said: "At first, I did hate you a little, hated you for being too dazzling, hated you for getting too much," smiled self-deprecatingly, Lingkun continued: "But I know that it is better to hate yourself than to hate yourself, hate my own incompetence." What's more, as a brother, you have done well enough, and I ask myself that I only have a strong love for you, so what is the hatred. At the end, Lingkun said: "Love from the heart!"

When Ling Cong heard this, his body was shocked, and his face showed complicated emotions, as if he didn't expect his brother to have such a high status in his brother's heart. However, Ling Cong's face seemed to be more solemn, and he said self-deprecatingly: "I'd rather you hate me." There was a deep apology in his tone that couldn't be dissolved.

When Lingkun heard this, he felt more and more that Lingcong was indescribably weird today, and moreover, he had an ominous feeling in his heart.

Ling Cong shook his head and said word by word: "Remember, no matter what happens in the future, you must live well, even if it is to survive, you must live, live, and have a chance!"

Looking at Ling Cong's solemn and solemn face, Ling Kun nodded, remembering this sentence and remembering Ling Cong's serious face when he said this.

Seeing Lingkun's immature but calm face, Lingcong patted Lingkun's shoulder, which looked very heavy. Then he turned around and pushed the door open. The back doesn't seem so upright.

Looking at Lingcong's back, Lingkun felt a little uneasy, felt that his brother was very weird, and the ominousness in his heart was deeper.