Everything is gone, Lin Wangqing, who has lived like a monster for more than 300 years, was shattered and then turned to ashes at the moment when he lost all his aura.

The wind blew in through the remnant wall, and Lin Wangqing had nothing left.

With a human body, I felt the joy of freedom for the first time.

I used aura to heal Lin Jianan's mother, and she was tortured by Lin Wangqing until she had only one breath left.

Lin Wangqing has studied the aura for so long, and he only knows how to plunder and encroach blindly, but he doesn't know how to use it, so he has long been destroyed by the indigestible aura.

He lived for three hundred years thanks to the aura, but he was also harmed by the aura and became a monster and was tortured for three hundred years.

Lin Wangqing counted all this suffering on Yu Lingbi.

As everyone knows, how did Yu Lingbi ever propose to transform into a human form? What's more, why did he use such a bloody and rebellious way to snatch the aura?

All this is just Lin Wangqing's assumption, and if he thinks about it too much, he becomes obsessed.

Yu Lingbi never belonged to him.

After settling Mother Lin, I dragged Lin Jianan, the unjust head, out to play.

I don't know if he was forced by me, or because I didn't see how close he was to his mother after that, but there was an indescribable alienation between the two. Obviously, he had tried his best to save his mother before, which was really strange.

I have seen the aurora borealis in the north, the rime in the ice and snow, the starry sky in the polar night, the rushing hanging waterfalls, the great cliffs under the volcanoes, the grand canyons on the plateau, and the lavender on the shores of the blue coast.

I have been to the Daying Museum, the National Museum of Country A, the Lufu Palace of Country F, and the Nanyang National Museum, and I have seen those trapped cultural relics, and listened to those smart chatters telling me about my longing for my homeland.

Thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of pieces, were forced into exile because of the wars and reselling of cultural relics dealers a hundred years ago, and they could no longer smell the fragrance of the flowers of their homeland.

In the past three years, I have understood their voices, and I have traveled to hundreds of countries overseas, and I have seen their culture and history, scenery and loneliness.

Lin Jiannan has always been by my side, and I also understand his affection for me.

Maybe it was just a deal at first, and then it was a favor. But gradually, all the feelings are entangled, and only love remains.

He likes to draw for me, often carrying a sketchbook and a pen on his back, and drawing a pair for me wherever he goes as a souvenir.

I laughed at why he didn't use his phone or camera, it wasn't easy to take pictures directly.

He said that he was not used to those things, but the brush was thick, and the tip of the pen was the most lingering mood at the moment.

The smile on my lips faded, something I had vaguely heard back then. Not long after, I saw the portrait called "Yu Lingbi", which depicted what he imagined me to look like after I became a human.

Lin Jianan took good care of me, and tried to learn how young people coax girlfriends today, and buy me this and that.

But there is one thing, he can't learn anything, it's just the love words on his lips, and he can't say a word when his face is red. This style is a lot of old traditions.

I'm glad he didn't say it, otherwise I wouldn't know how to put it on.

I thank him for everything he has done, but unfortunately, love has always been just a burden to me.

On the first day of the first lunar month, at the beginning of the new year, I looked at the Spring Festival couplets that had just been pasted up, and the back of Lin Jianan, who was busy making dumplings in the kitchen, and suddenly felt that it was time to stop here.

"Lin Jianan, I'm going back."

He froze suddenly, didn't turn around, only asked me in a muffled voice, "Where are you going?" ”

"Huaguo. That's where I was born. ”

Lin Jianan finally walked over, his eyes were frighteningly red. I know that he is full of resentment and incomprehension, and I don't understand why three years of companionship can't get half of my emotion.

"Are you a Lingbi or not?"

I smiled, I hadn't heard this name since Lin Wangqing left.

"Remember the night you took me away? You told me a story. ”

"Today, I'll tell you a story too."