The deep blue water ripples and refracts light golden lines, and the sun blurs into a distant white light source.

A vague figure stretched out weakly on all fours, slowly falling. The light is blocked, changing the zigzag outline. A few light-colored swimming fish deftly moved in the icy waters, and saw them fall and drift away. The bottom of the sea is an unfathomable darkness, devouring bright colors, seemingly unchanged, thick and cold.

The temperature of the North Atlantic Warm Current through the Polar Circle has plummeted, and everything continues to move forward.

The wind roared through the field, mixed with huge snow flakes whistling and polishing the strangely shaped icebergs and snow ridges, extremely restless but extremely quiet. Icicles and ice spikes bloom on the edge of the towering sword-like iceberg and gather into flowers, crystal clear, unstained with mortal dust, like a fairy garden Qionghua falling by mistake. Under the peaks that meet the sky and the sun on both sides are all over the ground, leaking silver for thousands of miles. The snowfield under the pale sky reflected a strange bright light, like a dream covered with stars, covering the depth of the hidden under the level.

In this desolate and bitter cold death, a person flashed out from behind the iceberg, wearing only a white single coat, if it wasn't for revealing a bronze left arm, it would be the same color as the heaven and earth, and it was impossible to distinguish it. The black hair was loosely nailed to a strange-looking metal hairpin, and it didn't even disperse under the strong wind. I can't tell the age, but I can only see the complexion like iron. The outline of the eyebrows and eyes is like a knife and axe, there is a kind of heroic atmosphere, and the body exudes strong sadness and loneliness in the loneliness, and the footprints where it passes are extremely shallow, and they are smoothed by the wind and snow in an instant.

He stopped suddenly, and turned his ear to hear something—

When Han Ling woke up, he saw his father sharpening a kitchen knife in the courtyard shirtless. He didn't understand why he thought it was his father, and he didn't understand why he was called Han Ling, but he was very sure in his heart, in his mind, and even in every cell. When he was recalling where the name Han Ling came from, his eyes were empty, and there was such a scene in his subconscious-

I opened my eyes slightly, I don't know whether it was starlight or moonlight, it was dazzling, and when I looked up, it was a stubborn jaw, and the green stubble came out. The hair fluttered on his face, and from this angle, there was a glacier shaped like a giant bird with wings ready to fly, and the sky was heavily covered, but it could not suppress the wind whistling in his ears.

is so tough, but has a pair of glass-colored pupils, I can't see clearly, I only feel that the color is misty, like hiding the secret walking clouds.

He lowered his head slightly and looked fixedly, and said with a smile: "Han Ling." ”

It was very windy and the sound was soft.

Han Ling came back to his senses and was about to get up, but he found that everything around him was big and far away, and when he looked down again, he found that he was wrapped in swaddling clothes. ！

What's going on? Am I not Han...... yes, who am I?

Vast fragments of memories flashed wildly in my mind, the respectful and respectful of a group of young men in black, the clever smiles of women with bright makeup, the dazzling night, and the hidden murderous ...... Everything is so clear, but I don't remember my name and surname, and all the past is strangely vivid, until death.

Rebirth.

Han Ling said silently in his heart, but he also couldn't remember everything that had happened to this body, saying that it was a baby, it was indeed a baby, looking at this hand was about a few months old, he didn't remember his mother, and he didn't have an impression of the world, except for the sentence "Han Ling" in the wind and snow and the cold and hard man who seemed to be his father, he glanced at it hurriedly, it was a blank piece of paper, not stained with dust.

Han Su inadvertently looked up, and saw that the little thing on the small bed at the door had woken up, so he put the knife aside and walked over.

The clouds in the sky were scattered, the sun shone on his shoulders, the man was thin but lean, and his sweaty skin shimmered in the bright light. Han Ling turned his head to watch him walk up the steps, a long shadow under his feet.

Han Ling couldn't speak, and Han Su saw a pair of dark eyes looking at him curiously, stiffened, took out a jar from behind him like a trick, pinched the small mouth and poured it into Han Ling, the action was very rough, Han Ling didn't react for a while, and choked on it.

Daddy, are you my own father? What about the cheap mother? You just let him torture your son!?

Han Ling was sad and angry here, and Han Su was also sad and angry - he had been feeding well with his eyes closed...... Didn't you say that babies don't open their eyes until they are one year old and cry, learn to speak at the age of two, and leave at the age of three? I don't read many books, don't lie to me?

For a while, Hansu was in a hurry, wanting to pat him on the back, but he didn't dare to do it, holding it in his arms is not this, that is not good, like receiving a roasted taro. It took a while for Han Ling to recover, trying to calm his breathing and look around.

This is an ordinary small courtyard with an ancient style, and there is a tree in the atrium, which is like a canopy, and the branches are knotted, and I don't know what variety. There is also a fish tank under the tree, made in the shape of a lying beauty, with a pink skirt in green clothes, and the fish is held on the plate in the hand, which is a bit elegant. The front yard is a shop, and there is a lot of traffic outside, obviously a shop leading to the street, and the front face is doing business and the back is lived.

However, before he could take a closer look, he felt a shaking, and the man walked out with him in his arms.

After passing through the courtyard and entering the shop, it turned out to be a blacksmith shop. The stove was still warm, one of the guys was dozing on the table, and the other half of the young man was holding a sword and looking back and forth, gesturing, and when he saw his father and son coming out, he stood up and held the sword and shouted excitedly: "Master, master, how do you think this time?"

Han Su raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Quenching is too much, and it is easy to break." ”

The young man's eyes dimmed, and he sat back listlessly and said, "Oh. But the other woke up, and came over with a hippie smile and said, "Master, go out?"

Han Su nodded, turned around and left, his right leg just stepped out, thought about it and retracted it, dragged the bed into the front store, placed Han Ling well, and instructed: "Look at it." He strode away from Han Ling's sight.

Hansu went to the street, walked a few steps and walked into a restaurant, hanging a flag that said "Weixing Restaurant". Although the sun is in the west, it has not yet arrived, and the restaurant is deserted, and there is not a single guest.

Han Su nodded at the middle-aged shopkeeper and said, "Uncle Ping, where is Aunt Wang?" ”

The shopkeeper called Uncle Ping was slightly blessed, wrapped in a silk coat, and said with a smile: "Mother-in-law doesn't know what to do in the backyard, you go and find it." Hey, the wine merchant in Qingzhou brought me a new wine today, and I will try a bottle when I go back. ”

Han Su's stiff face also showed a slight smile: "That's embarrassing." ”

Uncle Ping said dissatisfiedly: "Oh! the neighbors are just poor and polite, take it!" Turning his face and shouting while drinking, "Companion!

I heard a neutral female voice in the backyard reply: "Come in, let's be in the courtyard!"

Hansu lifted the curtain and entered the backyard. That Aunt Wang has a white cold plum blossom cage skirt, covered with a big red lark gown, a little rich, although Shaohua has passed away, but also a middle-aged beauty. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were scattered, and she was taking a long-handled spoon to water a blooming Xia Juan, turned her head and asked, "Did you tell you last time be useful?

Han Su took a few steps forward and asked a little eagerly: "Auntie, last time you told me that a child only opened his eyes when he was one year old, but today he is only six months old, and he will open his eyes! And he doesn't cry when he opens his eyes, shouldn't there be any problems?"

When Aunt Wang heard this, she was blinded, and the spoon in her hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and she spun it twice.

"What!?"