Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

Qinghuai thought that the days would pass quietly in peace, and he would be accompanied by Pema, Lama Deren and Xiao Dawa, watching the small officials gradually grow up and learn to walk and speak.

Until a group of uninvited guests broke all his expectations——

Pema and Lama Deren were discussing when a series of broken crashing sounds suddenly came from outside the house, as if something was being pushed down ruthlessly, and mixed with the sound of Dawa.

"What are you doing..."

Baima hurriedly picked up the official, and looked at him with a trace of reluctance and nostalgia. Then she looked at Lama Deren, and her tone was dignified and sincere: "Master, I leave this official to you."

After saying that, Pema hurriedly stuffed the young official into Lama Deren's arms, then stood up and left resolutely. She opened the door without hesitation. When she saw the scene in front of her, Pema's heart just felt paused. There were nine people in the courtyard. A young man wearing a Tibetan robe stood behind an old man, and the old Tibetan man was clutching Dawa's collar and asked fiercely: "Where is Pema?"

"Squeak-"

The sound of opening the door attracted the attention of several people. When the old man in Tibetan robe saw the familiar figure, his hands relaxed, and Dawa fell to the ground.

The face of the old man in Tibetan robe showed an expression that he couldn't bear to look at. He took a deep breath and snorted: "Baima, as a sacrifice to the King of Hell, you actually married a foreigner..."

"Patriarch, I'll go with you, but please let me go." Baima suddenly fell to his knees and hit his forehead on the white snow, making a slight "plop" sound.

The old Tibetan man seemed helpless and said a little feebly: "Baima, even if I let him go, what about the Zhang family?"

"That's all..."

The old Tibetan man turned his head slightly and stared at the young man beside him. The young man looked at him and nodded slightly, then walked directly towards Baima. The young Tibetan man gently helped Baima up and spoke slowly and patiently: "Let's go. , Baima.”

"Baima, don't go with them, I will protect you." Dawa looked at Baima who was about to be taken away, and hurriedly got up and wanted to rush forward, but was blocked by a big black Tibetan man.

Dawa's tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. He was confused. It was obviously not like this before, so why did everything change suddenly?

Baima stared at Dawa with a gentle smile on her face. Her heart was as calm as the lake surface, as if she had predicted all this. The breeze blew across her cheek, and she smiled softly and said softly: "Dawa, thank you. .”

Dawa stared at Baima's back, the sunlight pouring down seemed to give her a layer of warm light embedded with layers of halo. In a daze, he saw Baima turn around. Her soft chestnut hair, delicate facial features, and her smiling face were all frozen in time.

Dawa had a strong feeling that this would be the last time he and Pema would see each other.

Qinghuai was standing nearby, kicking and beating the bad guys with his hands and feet, and used the most vicious words on them. Qinghuai bit them and cursed fiercely: "You bad bananas and stinky durians, you are not allowed to take Bai Bai away." Ma…”

However, Baima was still taken away. Baima did not resist but quietly followed the men in Tibetan robes away.

Qinghuai kept waving his fists and hitting the young man in Tibetan robe who was holding on to Baima, crying: "Quickly, let go of Baima~"

These men in Tibetan robes could not feel anything. They knew nothing about Qinghuai's existence and just left the lamasery in a hurry.

Qinghuai followed Pema unwillingly. Suddenly, the scene around him suddenly changed from the snow to the house. Looking at the familiar furnishings and the little official who kept crying in Lama Deren's arms, Qinghuai slowly bent down and squatted in Deren Lama's arms. Beside Lama Ren.

Qinghuai was deeply surprised by Xiaoguan's embarrassment and crying. He had never seen Xiaoguan cry so pitifully before. The innocent and fragile cry deeply hurt his heart. Xiaoguan seemed to feel the disappearance of his mother. He stretched out his hands awkwardly, expecting his mother's response and warmth.

"Xiaoguan~I'm sorry~I'm so useless~I can't protect Bai~Ma~I'm sorry~" Qinghuai cried bitterly, his voice was so shrill that it seemed like it was difficult to breathe. For the first time, he felt sorry for his own weakness. of deep hatred.

Qinghuai wanted to hug Xiao Guan, but he could only shuttle in the void. He sat helplessly next to Xiao Guan, constantly comforting Xiao Guan. Even though he knew that he could not get any response, he still persisted and stubbornly Accompanying him seemed to alleviate the pain in his heart a little.

Qinghuai didn't understand what this emotion was. He only felt pain in his heart, so painful that he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Xiao Guan, don't be afraid that I will always be with you~" Qinghuai looked at Xiao Guan and gently touched his face in the air.

After Qinghuai finished these words, Xiaoguan gradually calmed down, stopped crying and fell into sleep peacefully.

It had been three days since Baima left. A handsome and tall man stepped into the Lama Temple in the middle of the night. When Qinghuai saw that figure, he felt that he had seen him before. Suddenly, an idea flashed through him, and he realized in surprise: "This man... Why are you so similar to my little brother...and..."

Looking at Xiaoguan who was still sleeping soundly in his swaddling clothes, Xiaoguan is now one month old. His facial features are gradually showing signs. His originally purple-red skin has become fairer, and his wrinkled skin has also become much smoother. The similarities between Pema and this man are growing.

Before Qinghuai could think more, the man shouted happily, full of joy and joy, as if he couldn't wait to see his beloved.

"Baima, I'm back."

The man opened the door and placed his bulging backpack on the ground. Looking at the empty room and the infant on the bed, the smile on his face disappeared instantly. He looked at Lama Deren outside the room and asked: "Master, where is Pema? This child is..."

"This is your and Pema's child. Pema was taken away by his tribe three days ago." Lama Deren responded calmly.

The official looked at the man standing beside the bed. His short, pale hands seemed to want to grab him, but he hung in the air for a long time and couldn't catch anything.

Zhang Fulin squatted beside the bed, and the official reached out and gently grabbed his hand. Zhang Fulin stared at the cute baby in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but melt with tenderness. This was his and Baima's child. It's so cute, it looks a lot like you, Pema.

"Xiao Guan, please stay here obediently. Dad will definitely bring mom back."

After Zhang Fulin finished speaking, he straightened his body, turned to look at Lama Deren and thanked him: "Master, thank you."

When Lama Deren heard what he just said, he instantly understood Zhang Fulin's intention. Although his tone was a question, it was affirmative: "You are going to find Pema, but the people of the Kham tribe will not let you take her away." .”

Zhang Fulin looked at the junior official tenderly, lowered his eyes slightly and said, "You have to try to know."

"Hey..." Lama Deren seemed helpless. He knew that he was powerless to stop Zhang Fulin from leaving, just like he was unable to retain Pema before.

Zhang Fulin looked at the cute little official, thinking that he didn't know the child's name yet, so he slowly asked: "Does the child have a name?"

Deren replied: "Baima only gave the child a nickname of Xiaoguan. The daimyo said he would wait until you come back to pick it up. It's a pity..."

A trace of regret flashed in Zhang Fulin's eyes, and he murmured softly: "Little official~"

It's a pity that Baima was taken away before he could wait. Thinking about it, Zhang Fulin couldn't help but reach out and caress Xiaoguan's delicate face. A trace of helplessness and despair surged in his heart. This face was almost the most attractive thing about the two of them. There are two people everywhere, but unfortunately... they can't continue to accompany Xiaoguan, nor can they enter his growing years.

Lama Deren looked at Zhang Fulin and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Zhang Fulin slowly withdrew his hand, reluctantly feeling the warm touch, and said with a slight choke, "The little official will trouble the master."

"If..." Zhang Fulin's eyes flashed with a trace of eternal pain. He gently closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with infinite attachment and tenderness. His tone was almost tearful, and he spoke to Deren. The lama almost asked Tuogu and said: "If I don't come back, I'll ask my master to help me take care of the little official. If it's inconvenient for the master, please find a reliable family to raise the little official. Anyway, I can't go back there."