Seeking HE in the BE world

Lin Jinian sank into the cold pool.

His eyes were closed tightly, and the sea water pressed his breath, entangled him.

He had experienced death once, and he wasn't afraid, just worried.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he had no time to think about anything else.

Before falling asleep, Lin Jinian's last thought was, what should Wen Zigui do when he is gone.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a snow-white gown.

The person in front of him had black hair that was loosely loose behind him.

He turned his head halfway, the wind blew his hair, revealing his cold eyebrows, his eyes were indifferent but desolate.

Lin Jinian was so close to him, yet he couldn't hear what he was saying.

The sky was gloomy, and black clouds pressed down.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and the sea water rolled in front of him, showing a strange red color, as if it was going to swallow the world.

But Lin Ji Nian only saw the cyclist in white, and he couldn't see anything else.

He worked hard to identify, and finally identified his mouth shape, he said: "No book."

When Lin Jinian heard this voice, his whole body froze in place like a lightning strike.

He looked up at the white figure, his heart contracted suddenly, he jumped over quickly, and said sternly, "No."

But after all, it was too late, huge waves rushed over, and the color of the sea water became more and more red, like blood.

"Live well," Cyclamen looked at him, his black eyes seemed to be covered with glass, "I only want you to live."

Lin Jinian shook his head violently.

He was already very fast, but it was still too late to catch anything.

He looked at the corner of his clothes that was engulfed by sea water, and his eyeballs were also dyed blood red. At that moment, a large number of memories flooded into his mind.

The crimson sea water faded, the tide subsided, and the world returned to tranquility.

He stood on the shore in a daze, and said in a daze, "Vatican never forgets."

millennia ago.

His master's name is: Brahma never forgets.

And his name is Fu Wushu, and his courtesy name is Chang'an.

He stared blankly at the sea water that had returned to its normal color, and seemed to see the small courtyard that had been overcast in the snow-capped mountains all year round.

The dense fog in the mountains becomes clouds, surrounding it, and a lake in the middle is emerald green, dense like a fairyland.

A snow-white crane appeared, with long legs and a red beak, unlike anything in the world.

It rolled its eyeballs like black beads, saw that neither of them had anything in their hands, and said furiously, "Are you going to starve this crane to death?"

With this opening, the fairy spirit was destroyed alive.

Fan did not forget to glance at it indifferently, only said: "Forgot."

Such a big thing, I forgot.

Bai He was upset, and said unreasonably, "I don't care, you go down the mountain to buy it."

Fan did not forget to look at it coldly, and his voice was colder than ice balls: "Don't you have legs yourself?"

Bai He choked, and was terrified by that gaze. He twisted his long neck, and finally noticed something. His eyes turned to the child, and he asked in doubt, "Why did you bring a child back?"

Lin Jinian saw himself about ten years old at the time, wearing a black sackcloth, pinching the sleeves of Fan Buwang, and took a few steps back.

Fan did not forget to hold him, and half bent down, the hem of his snow-white clothes swept across the snow, and his voice was much gentler: "Wushu, do you know this?"

Fu Wushu nodded, "Baihe." At the end, he didn't add, "A talking white crane."

"Well," Fan Buwang said, "but this is not an ordinary white crane, it is the only crane in the world."

As soon as Baihe heard Brahman introduce himself like this, he raised his neck in a high-flying manner, and before he could say anything, he heard Brahman say: "When you grow up, I will give you a mount."

white crane:"……"

"No," it stretched its neck angrily, "I am a majestic crane, how can I be a mount for a mortal child."

Fu Wushu trembled in fright at his furious voice. After a while, he took out a piece of plum cake from his pocket, and handed it to Baihe with trembling hands.

Bai He glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand with disdain, finally withstood the temptation and took it into his mouth.

It can be said that it can eat people with a soft mouth and short hands. Its attitude towards Fu Wushu is a little bit better, and it does not forget to ask Fan: "Is this your illegitimate child in the mortal world?"

After all, it has never seen Fanbu forget to speak to himself gently.

Fan did not forget to look at it indifferently.

Bai He also finally knew that Fu Wushu was not an illegitimate child, but his only little apprentice.

When Fu Wushu first entered the snow mountain, he didn't dare to eat much, and he didn't even dare to sleep on the bed.

Every time he slept on the ground, when he woke up the next day, he would be put on the bamboo couch.

At first, he thought he was sleepwalking, but then, one day, in a daze, he realized that he was being picked up by someone.

He was so frightened that he woke up instantly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a face of a cold banished fairy.

He was embraced by Fan Buwang and walked towards the bamboo couch.Only then did Fu Wushu know that after falling asleep on weekdays, it was Fan Wushu who carried him in again.

His face was faintly red.

The wind and snow in the courtyard stopped again.

And he is already tall, already looks like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen.

He pushed the door in from the bottom of the mountain, and the white crane was still guarding the door. A few pieces of plum cake made him think about it for a long time, "Little Chang'an, where is my plum cake."

He was dressed in black, his body was straight, his arms crossed his chest, and he said with a youthful attitude: "I forgot." He looked at the crane with a smile, and said: "I will definitely make it up next time."

"Bullshit," Xian He poked his foot, "How many times did you tell me you lied to me?"

Fu Wushu admired the appearance of the white crane jumping, seeing that the feathers on its neck were about to be pricked, so he slowly took out a package from his bosom.

"No, I lied to you."

Bai He's eyes lit up, he bit it in his long mouth, and his attitude changed drastically, "I didn't lie, I didn't lie, Little Chang'an is the best."

Fu Wushu asked, "Where's Master?"

"It's in the main hall," Bai He said, "but it doesn't look very good."

Fu Wushu frowned, turned around and stepped into the courtyard

He took a shower, changed his clothes, and walked into the main hall with cat steps.

Incense was burning in the temple, with a scent of rosin.At this time, Fan did not forget to wear a long gown loosely, sitting in front of a few desks, very deserted.

Unexpectedly, while thinking about it, a pair of hands wrapped around Fan Buwang's eyebrows, "Master, guess who I am."

Fan did not forget: "..."

Everyone is called Master, who else can there be?

Could it still be the white crane that has become a spirit?

"Chang'an." Fan did not forget to move his long eyelashes slightly, and put his hand on Fu Wushu's. Although his voice was light, he could hear the helplessness when he listened carefully.

Fu Wushu slid off his back, and said coquettishly: "Master, why can you guess it's me every time, I won't do it! You can't guess it next time."

This is a bit unreasonable.

Fan did not forget to look at the rogue lying on the ground, and the expression on his face softened. "How old are you, still acting like a baby?"

"Not too old, but still young," Fu Wushu said, "If Master doesn't agree, I won't get up."

After a while, Fan did not forget to tidy up his clothes for him, and said helplessly, "Okay."

He was always helpless towards this apprentice, and there was nothing he could do.

"Master," Fu Wushu sat upright, his sadness never faded when he saw Brahma, and said solemnly, "Why are you worried any more?"

Fan did not forget to look out of the window, seeing the gloomy sky, and said: "There is a vision in the east, fearing disaster."

Fu Wushu just came back from the east, and knew that there was turmoil there, which is not a good omen. He looked at Fan Buwang's profile and said, "Master, when I came back, I heard that today's Mid-Autumn Festival, people are going to put lanterns."

Fan did not forget to close his eyes: "Why, Chang'an wants to see?"

"Well," Fu Wushu nodded, "I haven't seen a lantern yet."

Fan did not forget to say: "Okay."

The world was noisy, the moon was bright and clear, and Fan did not forget to stand on the bank of the river, standing tall and jade.

And behind him, thousands of river lanterns rose from the ground.

Fu Wushu stared blankly at the figure, and was dazzled by it, he suddenly felt that something had changed.

After that day, Fan Buwang seemed to be busy, and he was rarely seen in the courtyard.

Bai He still surrounded the gate of the courtyard every day, and Fu Wushu accompanied him, sitting on the threshold, looking at the long road down the mountain, waiting for someone who returned from falling snow.

Fu Wushu asked Bai He: "Is the sky going to change?"

Bai He looked at Luoxue: "Chishui came out of the East China Sea, and the Chishui flooded Kyushu. I wonder if it can be suppressed."

The two sat for a whole day, and at night Fu Wushu developed a high fever.

The condition was menacing and serious.

He was unconsciously lying on the couch, shouting Fanfan's unforgettable name.

Bai He took a look, then turned and went out the door, "Aren't you going to see him?"

Fan did not forget to come out, snow fell on the gown, "How is it?"

"The fever doesn't subside, and the whole body is burned out," Bai He said, "I keep calling your name."

Fan did not forget to frown. He looked at the gloomy sky and said helplessly, "I'll go and see."

The room didn't change much.

It was still the same as when Fu Wushu first came to the courtyard.

Fan did not forget to sit on the side of the couch, his white gown was wrinkled, and he brushed Fu Wushu's face with his hand.

I saw him frowning tightly, his black hair soaked with sweat on his forehead, sticking to his cheeks.

very hot.

Not forgetting to condense his eyebrows, Fan took off the veil on his forehead, picked up another one in the cold water, and covered his forehead again.

The cold veil seemed to relieve his pain, and Fu Wushu's frowning brows relaxed.

He raised his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, Fan did not forget to look at him, and stretched out his hand.

Fu Wushu held hands, only then was he satisfied, and fell asleep again.

Fan did not forget to let him lead, and the lights in the room flickered a few times dimly.

He glanced at the sky, it was already four o'clock.

He carefully pulled out his hand, and was about to stand up and leave when someone grabbed his hand again.

Fu Wushu opened his eyes, looked at him deeply, and said, "I'm leaving again, isn't it?"

Fan did not forget that his eyelashes trembled, and after a while, he asked, "When did you wake up?"

Fu Wushu replied honestly: "When you first came here."

Fan did not forget to ask, "Why did you lie to me?"

Fu Wushu said: "I'm afraid you will leave, why are you avoiding me?"

Fan did not forget not to speak, waited for a while, turned around, and then sighed: "Wushu, I am your master."

Fu Wushu stared at him.

Perhaps because of his illness, his pupils were red and the ends of his eyes were dyed.

He said, "Is that why you avoided me?"

He knew that this person had already noticed his own thoughts.

His voice was hoarse, and he listened carefully, with a little grievance.

He squeezed his fists, and finally said: "If that's the case, you shouldn't be the one who should go."

Fan did not forget to quickly say, "No."

He sat on the couch again and said seriously: "No."

Fu Wushu originally wanted to see Brahma not forget this time and leave, but when he heard him deny it, he raised his head in surprise, and asked, "Why is that?"

Fan did not forget to look dignified.

The cold wind blows against the windows like a howling sound.The lamp on the table flickered a few times, then suddenly went out.

Before Fu Wushu could react, he felt a slender hand dragging his chin, and then, a touch of softness and coolness covered his lips.

He heard the man say in a hoarse voice, "Because of this."

There are constant disasters in the world, and Fan Buwang is still very busy, but no matter how busy he is, he will rush home.

One day, when Fu Wushu came back from the mountain, Bai He did not guard the door for the first time.

He walked into the courtyard suspiciously, and heard Fanbuwang's voice.

He subconsciously held his breath.

The sound of two people talking came from the room.

Bai He put back his previous posture, and said in a serious voice: "Dong Hai can't suppress it anymore? Then what should we do?"

Fan Buwang's voice was too low, he couldn't hear clearly, only Bai He said in a sad tone: "What if there are no books?"

This time, he heard Vatican say, "Help me take care of him."

The voice was the same as before, but it was inexplicably sad.

Chishui is born in the East China Sea.

Chishui flooded Kyushu.

The sea water set off huge waves, and the sky was dyed red.

Fu Wushu only had time to grab the white silhouette, and heard that person shouting in an eager voice that had never been heard before: "Don't do stupid things, I only want you to live."

The red water stained his white shirt.

Fu Wushu's eyes were piercing red, and he jumped up, but was carried by a flying white crane.

He yelled at Chishui: "Vatican never forgets!"

Those memories were pieced together like fragments, pieced together his past.

Lin Jinian choked and sat up suddenly.

He was lying on a rock with a cliff above him, and the cold and systematic voice rang from his ears.

[The life-saving talisman has been consumed. 】

[The host's health returns to normal, and the mission continues. 】

Lin Jinian pinched the center of his brows, and suddenly realized that he was not dead yet.

It's just that Wen Zigui doesn't know what's going on now.

Suddenly, I saw a white afterimage rushing down, the white shadow surrounded the air, raised its head and let out a long cry.

white crane.

Lin Jinian looked up in surprise, and saw a black-clothed figure on Baihe's body.

"Wen Zigui." Lin Jinian looked up at the figure, flustered, "What's wrong with him?"

Bai He said: "Don't worry, he's fine."

Bai He stopped in front of him, "Little Chang'an, don't come here without any problems."

Lin Jinian looked at him in a daze, "You...how did you end up in this world?"

"I have always been in this world," Bai He plucked the feathers with his beak, "I have always been with you."

Lin Jinian opened his eyes wide: "You are..."

Bai He looked at him with dark eyes.

Lin Ji Nian: "1984."

Bai He's figure gradually blurred, "I just remembered, but this body was transformed by me using data, so it won't last long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai He's figure flashed a few times, but suddenly disappeared.

Lin Jinian turned his head to look at Wen Zigui again and said, "He..."

Bai He has recovered to 1984, he said: "He saw you fall, so he jumped down too."

Lin Jinian brushed his face with his hand and said, "Why is he awake?"

1984 said: "I don't know."

Lin Jinian did not expect Wen Zigui to sleep for so long.

When they returned to Qingmosan Mountain, Qian Ling and Feng Yu were startled when they saw his drowsy appearance.

At night, Qian Ling and Feng Yu saw Lin Ji Nian's exhausted posture, and wanted to take his place at Wen Zigui's bedside.

Lin Jinian waved his hand and refused.

Qian Lingfengyu couldn't screw him, so he had to back out.

Lin Jinian didn't know when he fell asleep.

His consciousness was hazy, and when he seemed to be half awake, he felt a scorching gaze falling on him, and he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to ignore it.

Lin Jinian frowned, subconsciously looked up, and looked into a pair of cold and deep eyes.

I saw him looking at Lin Jinian, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Farewell, I don't know how far you are, and as you go farther and farther, you will have no books.【1】"

Lin Jinian suddenly raised his head, and after a while, he said in a trembling voice, "Do you not forget?"

The author has something to say: [1] The original poem is "Jade House Spring" by Ouyang Xiu