Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Hua Yu's oil painting gradually took shape, and Zhang Qiling began to hammer his stone.

When Hua Yu's oil painting was completed, Zhang Qiling's stone was also about to be completed.

Hua Yu painted a picture of a snowy mountain. There was a small black dot at the foot of the mountain. When he looked closely, he found that it was Zhang Qiling looking back. That Zhang Qiling had become warmer. He was no longer the Zhang Qiling whose only connection with the world was Hua Yu, but the Zhang Qiling who was suddenly injected with a soul by the gods.

Hua Yu hung the painting on the wall of the temple and admired it with Lama Deren.

"You draw very well. I saw you since he was born, or rather, you sent him here."

"So what you said at that time was actually spoken to me."

"Yes."

The two walked to the gate of the courtyard together and looked at the stone sculpture that was gradually taking shape. It was Zhang Qiling who was crying.

"I feel his connection is not just with you, but with the world."

"My brother is now truly alive, not just surviving."

"True God."

Suddenly, a male voice came from behind Hua Yu and Deren Lama. Hua Yu turned around and saw the man rushing to the stone sculpture.

The man knelt in front of the stone sculpture and prayed devoutly.

Zhang Qiling stood beside the stone sculpture with a hammer and chisel, looking at Lama Deren at the door.

"I'll take you to see him. You only have three days."

Lama Deren took Zhang Qiling to the back mountain, where there was a sea of ​​fiery red flowers.

Lama Deren stood in front of the sea of ​​flowers and turned sideways to look at Zhang Qiling who was standing one step behind him.

"She's there, but you have to get her out first."

Zhang Qiling seemed a little timid standing in front of the sea of ​​flowers and didn't dare to move forward. When he wanted to look back at Hua Yu, he found that Hua Yu didn't follow him. The moment Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes, he raised his foot and walked into the sea of ​​flowers.

In the center of the sea of ​​flowers lay a young girl, who seemed to be asleep, but Zhang Qiling could not sense any scent of the girl.

When Zhang Qiling squatted down to pick up the girl, he felt the faint sound of her breathing, as if she would disappear if he was not careful.

When Zhang Qiling held her and followed Lama Deren back to the temple, Hua Yu was sitting on the threshold of the door. When she saw them coming back, she trotted towards Zhang Qiling.

"Is this my brother's mother? My brother really has a lot in common with her."

Hua Yu carefully looked at the woman Zhang Qiling was holding.

"Brother, please stay with your mother these days. I will take good care of myself." As he said that, he pushed Zhang Qiling into the room.

Hua Yu, leaning against the door, looked up at the sky, then lowered her head and smiled.

He walked towards Lama Deren's room.

Zhang Qiling carefully placed his mother on the bed, sat on the footstool beside the bed, held her hand, and just sat there quietly.

On the way back, Lama Deren told him that his mother was a holy woman among the ethnic group in the mountains and also a healer.

His mother and father met because his father accidentally fell off a cliff while picking Tibetan sea flowers and was met by his mother. Then the two fell in love during the treatment process and finally had him.

His mother had a beautiful name, Baima, which means flower. From the name, it sounds like Baima's family loved her very much, but it couldn't stop her from being a sacrifice in the tribe.

The sunlight quietly ran into the room and quietly slipped away. The moonlight sprinkled into the room without disturbing anyone, and finally slipped away quietly.

Hua Yu looked at the untouched food at the door and did not go up to knock on the door to disturb the last moments of love between mother and son. She just quietly took the plate away and replaced it with a new one.

Zhang Qiling in the room felt his mother's breathing gradually becoming steady and strong as she lay on the bed, and finally fading away bit by bit, but he had no way to stop it. In the end, he could only calmly accept that his mother was cooling down little by little in his arms, and there was no more breathing sound.

Zhang Qiling stood up, and his body made crackling sounds, which was caused by not moving for a long time.

Hua Yu stood at the doorway, watching Zhang Qiling open the door, holding the breathless Bai Ma in his arms. Hua Yu looked at Zhang Qiling, who understood the sadness. Although he was happy that his brother had gained another emotion, he was also sad that this emotion was the last gift his mother brought him.

"Brother, don't be too sad. I think Auntie should be happy. After all, she was with her most beloved son in the end."

Hua Yu accompanied Zhang Qiling to bury Bai Ma in the back mountain. During the burial, Hua Yu handed Zhang Qiling something.

"Brother, this is what your father left behind. Bury it with him."

It was a black and gold dagger, with a Qilin pattern carved on it before the blade was sharpened.

"This was given to me by Lama Deren. It should have been prepared by your father before he died as a birth present for you. However, he didn't have the chance to take it out, nor could he give it to you. Now that I am accompanying your mother, I have fulfilled your father's wish."

Zhang Qiling placed the black-gold dagger in Bai Ma's hand, and picked some Tibetan sea flowers and placed them around Bai Ma. Zhang Qiling watched the mud gradually disappear onto Bai Ma's cheek, and finally completely swallowed Bai Ma.

Zhang Qiling buried her in the center of the Zanghai flower sea. Hua Yu held Zhang Qiling's hand and stood by the sea of ​​flowers. It was not until dusk that Zhang Qiling took Hua Yu away.