Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

Xiao Qinghuai pursed his lips, resting his chin on his arms, his shoulders rising and falling with sobs, his eyes were red, but there were no tears in them.

"It turns out... the soul can't shed tears!" Xiao Qinghuai smiled and glanced at Zhang Qiling, as if saying goodbye.

"Xiao Zhang, goodbye~~~"

After saying these words, Xiao Qinghuai's soul swayed a few times like a feather, and instantly dispersed into several colorful light groups. These light groups seemed to have no clear target and were scattered randomly. Two of them, one blue and one white, seemed to be attracted by something and entered Zhang Qiling's heart lightly, while the rest of the light groups continued to fly wantonly in the air. Dancing, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

As the light group dimmed and disappeared, the surrounding world suddenly fell into endless darkness. Qinghuai stared at the strokes suspended in front of him in surprise, and asked with some doubts: "This is a floating life...a dream? But why does it appear here?" Woolen cloth?"

At this moment, Fu Sheng and Yi Meng exuded little bits of light like a dream, trembling uneasily, as if expecting Qinghuai to pick them up. Qinghuai held a fan in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, with a subtle look on his face. Confused.

A dream bloomed with endless blue and pure light in an instant, and the shining blue and white light filled the surroundings. The darkness suddenly dissipated, and the surroundings were as bright and flawless as day.

"Ah~~~It hurts~~~" Qinghuai suddenly fell to the ground unpreparedly, and the pain made him burst into tears. He waited for a while before quietly getting up on his own.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The sound of bells in the distance reaches the ears, and the lingering sound is long and overflows among the green mountains and rivers. Its melodious and profound sound makes people suddenly feel peaceful. The sound of the bell echoes far away in the valley, like a melodious longing, hovering in the tranquility of the ancient temple.

Qinghuai followed the sound of the bell and looked intently, and what he saw was a temple. Although this ancient temple is somewhat dilapidated, it has great charm. The wooden door is only half a person's width. Behind the door is a quiet courtyard with stone-milled stone tables and stone chairs. At the end of the courtyard, the houses built against the mountain stretch endlessly, as if they are connected to the sky, magnificent and magnificent.

This is like the most primitive natural scenery, and the surrounding forest seems like a vast green ocean, full of vitality and mystery. The trees tower into the clouds, tall and majestic. The river in the distance meanders through the mountains. The mountains seem like giant dragons, winding and circling, outlining the vast and magnificent scene.

"what……"

As soon as Qinghuai stepped into the temple, he was stunned by the shocking screams. He touched his chest fearfully and whispered to himself: "What a terrible sound..."

After a while, when the intermittent sound disappeared, Qinghuai cautiously entered the temple...

"Have you decided on a name for your child?" Although this voice carries traces of time, it seems to make people feel peaceful.

Following the sound, Qinghuai walked into the room. What he saw was an old man and a young man. They were wearing purple-red lama costumes and standing quietly in front of the bed. There is a very beautiful woman lying on the bed. Her beauty is a kind of light, quiet and timeless beauty.

The woman was holding a baby in her arms. The strange thing was that since Qinghuai came in, no one seemed to have noticed his presence except himself.

The woman seemed to be leaning on the bedside slightly tiredly. Her cheeks were slightly pale, her sweat-soaked hair clung to the skin of her cheeks, and her messy hair lingered around her face, making her look even more messy.

"Yes, yes, Pema, have you thought about it?" The little lama smiled and looked at the baby, with an excited look on his face.

Baima's eyes were filled with light water, and she just looked at the baby in her arms quietly. He had stopped crying at this moment. There were only a few sparse black hairs on his head, his face was purple and his skin was red. Wrinkled.

Baima couldn't help but smile and said, "I've decided on a nickname. Let's call him Xiaoguan. I'll give him a nickname when his father comes back."

Qinghuai curiously came to the side of a few people. He had already tested it quietly. These people could not see or touch him, so he confidently and boldly moved his head up, looking between Xiaoguan and Baima. He looked back and forth, then looked at Xiao Guan and couldn't help but said: "Xiao Guan, you are so ugly~"

"Your mother is so beautiful, why are you so ugly?" Qinghuai lay on the bed with some confusion, holding his chin and looking at the official, as if he was thinking about some world problem.

"Small official?" Lama Wangxi seemed a little confused and asked, "Why do you choose this name?"

"Xiaoguan means precious in Tibetan. For me, Xiaoguan is the most precious treasure given to me by God."

"I am destined not to be with Xiao Guan all the time, nor can I protect him from being taken back to that place." Baima's voice was a little sad and helpless. She looked down at Xiao Guan, then she lowered her head slightly and kissed his eyebrows, then raised her head. Finally, tears fell uncontrollably, and she cried: "Xiao Guan, mom will always love you, very much."

Qinghuai panicked when he saw Baima crying. He didn't understand Baima's words. He only knew that Baima loved Xiaoguan very much. Thinking of what he had said before, he stood up at a loss and looked at Xiaoguan apologetically. , Nuonuo said: "I'm sorry, little official, I shouldn't call you ugly, in fact you are very cute... Your mother is also very good, she loves you very much, you will be very happy in the future, hehe~~ ~"

Xiao Dawa sighed, looked at Baima and comforted: "Baima, don't think so much, I will protect you and Xiaoguan."

"Hahaha~" Lama Wangxi burst out laughing when he heard Xiao Dawa's words, patted his head and said, "When you spanked the junior official before, you didn't do it lightly!"

Baima couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering. Little Dawa blushed in embarrassment and stammered: "Isn't this matter... kept secret? I went to Sister Axue to learn it. If the baby didn't cry when he was born, he might have choked on the amniotic fluid. I was just worried so I spanked Xiaoguan... It's my first time doing this kind of thing... I'm a little unskilled..."

The sound behind Xiao Dawa's words was as quiet as a mosquito, and it was completely difficult to hear what was being said. Baima stopped laughing and said, "Dawa, it's okay. Look at how healthy Xiao Guan is. He will definitely grow into a kind and healthy child in the future."

"Hahaha..." Qinghuai was smiling from ear to ear. He stared at Xiaoguan who was sleeping peacefully. He playfully scratched his face with his index finger and said with a smile: "Xiaoguan, you actually got spanked. Now, I’ve never been beaten before, I’m so embarrassed, hahaha~~~”

Junior official:…………

Ordinary and simple days passed like this day by day————

In the early morning, Xiao Dawa silently devoted his mind to cleaning. Today, Medog has fallen into a cold winter. Snowflakes are flying in the sky. The sky and the earth are all white, as if a thick white velvet blanket is spreading on the earth. With every step she took, Xueer made a happy crunching sound on the soles of her shoes, adding a bit of fun to little Dawa's cleaning.

Baima was lying on the bed holding Xiaoguan, listening to the chanting from the main hall, she slowly closed her eyes and let herself go. She wonders what Xiaoguan will be like when he grows up? Will he be as dark as the boys from the Kham tribe? Will he look like his father or his mother? …

Her heart was filled with endless longing, and she gradually fell into sleep.

Qinghuai sat on the ground, glanced at the sleeping Baima and Xiaoguan for a few times, and then silently looked down at the pen in his hand. Ever since he came to this place, Fusheng Yimeng had no reaction at all, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit. Doubt: Why did Fusheng and Yimeng bring him here?