Suo Jinling

The white wolf slammed into Lan Jingming's shoulder one after another without hesitation, whining incessantly, and circled around the people. The rest of the wolves gathered around and wrapped Lan Jingming in the middle, forming a long-haired womb. The screen blocks the heavy snow and the cold that is coming.

Several white wolves stepped forward in turn, wrapped Lan Jingming around his body, stuffed it into his fur and pressed it close to his skin, and the surging heat wave rolled away, melting his cold body. Trembling, the fingers tightened slightly, and the blood-congealed wrist was bent inward, wrapping the white wolf's fur.

The leading white wolf howled up to the sky, flicked its long tail in a hurry, rolled the person around, rubbed its head against the crest of the person's neck, and snored incessantly, Lan Jingming lay in a daze, his neck was as soft as rice paper, his hands and feet seemed to be scattered When he put it back on his body, his viscera shook like running water, the bottom of his tongue and his nose were full of blood, which made his mouth dry and tongue dry.

"This is... what's going on," Lan Jingming put his arms around Xiaobai's neck, barely supporting half of his body, "Didn't I... die, is this the underworld? Xiaobai...what's the matter?"

No matter how human the white wolf is, it doesn't know how to speak human words. It kneels silently beside Lan Jingming, its long tail covers Lan Jingming's body, and its neck almost touches the ground, beckoning Lan Jingming to climb on its back.

"My head hurts, my hands hurt, my eyes hurt, and my chest hurts," Lan Jingming lay on top of the white wolf, "Is it because I have killed too much, and the Underworld refuses to accept me. I can't remember many things, Xiaobai, I'm so cold, I want to go back to the cave to rest."

Another white wolf stepped forward, grabbed Lan Jingming's outer shirt, and put him on Xiaobai's back. Lan Jingming's hands and feet were soft and his back was weak, and he couldn't even grasp the fur. Being sent back to his back by the white wolf, Lan Jingming was trapped in the white hair, looked at his wrist, there was no plaque on the skin, and he was not wearing a shroud, he didn't know why he woke up on the Taihang Mountain, why he died As for the resurrection, all the incidents were entangled in his mind, his body was in pain and his physical strength was exhausted, he didn't want to think about anything, all he wanted was to have a good sleep, and sleep until the end of time without waking up.

The white wolf took him into the cave and wanted to send him inside, but Lan Jingming refused to go in. He slid off Xiaobai's back and lay down in front of the cave entrance, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

The bright moon is eternal, shining in all directions, Lan Jingming lay there quietly, breathing lightly and shallowly, the white wolf circled around him, sticking his head out from time to time, burying his head in Lan Jingming's neck and rubbing it, as if afraid of him Breathing out, he kept rubbing and shaking each other to wake him up.

Lan Jingming wakes up from time to time. He doesn't know how long he was in a daze. The white wolf brought him prey, but he couldn't swallow it. He couldn't open his mouth when the white wolf brought him some wild fruit.

Xu Shiren is here to stay away from the killing, and the dusty memories gradually surge up, like a wave of water, Lan Jingming grabs Xiaobai's fur and sinks his head into it: "Xiaobai, I died once, why can't I see my mother?" .”

The white wolf whined in a low voice, swept its long tail over Lan Jingming's chest, and wrapped him in his arms. Lan Jingming breathed out, and the wind came from his lips: "When I was young, they burned my tent and said I was a child without a mother. , I beat them back one by one, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they never dared to speak ill of their mother. Those cows and sheep were torn into large pieces, and they smelled fishy if they were not cooked. Two pieces of charcoal, Randur said that I am a wild dog that no one wants, only a motherless wild dog will come out to beg for food, with green eyes like a starving ghost..."

The white wolf bared his teeth and dug his front paws on the ground, digging out long scars. Lan Jingming hugged Xiaobai's neck and muttered to himself: "Xiaobai, you shouldn't take the risk of coming here to save me. You should wake up this time. It’s a flashback, I don’t feel hungry, if I go to sleep next time, I won’t be able to wake up.”

Several white wolves came running one after another, rubbing their noses on Lan Jingming's cheeks, scrambling to surround him and circle him, as if trying to wake him up. Lan Jingming took a short breath, gathered all his strength, and supported Xiaobai to stand tremblingly. Get up and climb onto Xiaobai's back: "Take me...to see mother for the last time."

The white wolf ran between the mountains and fields, the rustling of the wind was heard, and the snow fell one by one, melting around his neck. Lan Jingming knew that he should live and die on his own, and should not disturb others again, but the fallen leaves still had to return to their roots. The long-cherished wish for many years is like a long thorn, digging inward from the chest, digging out a huge hole, he even feels that he can wake up again... just to fulfill this long-cherished wish.

Recently, the fighting has become more and more intense. The gates of every household in Yongkang City are closed tightly, and the sound of knocking on clappers cannot be heard on the street. The white wolf led Lan Jingming all the way and ran all the way, entering through the narrow gate for carrying grain and grass, and sent Lan Jingming to In the city, Lan Jingming wouldn't allow Xiaobai to approach after he entered the alley. After all, he couldn't use it here. If Xiaobai was discovered and caused a commotion, he couldn't protect Xiaobai now.

He insisted on asking Xiaobai to go back, but Xiaobai whimpered and refused to move, always wanted to tuck his tail and follow Lan Jingming, Lan Jingming refused to give up an inch of this, he insisted on grabbing Xiaobai's fur, grabbing Xiaobai Ear, ordered it to go back to the forest, but Xiaobai couldn't resist him, so he had to turn around and leave, his back disappeared into the night.

Lan Jingming's legs were weak and he could hardly stand up. He found a fallen dead branch from the street, held it tightly in his palm, and walked to He Zhongyin's mansion following his memory. Speeding past in a few steps, it has never been so difficult. Right now, he looks like an old man who has to rely on dead branches to walk to the door and look in through the crack of the door.

Maybe it's because of the closeness to the hometown. Others stand here and dare not open the door to go in. There is a faint fragrance of flowers overflowing inside, like clouds and mist gathering in the nose. Lan Jingming clenches the dead branches tightly, accompanied by the sound of the branches being squeezed, Slowly push the door open and squeeze in sideways.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the door clicked and automatically closed from the outside. Lan Jingming fumbled for it in a panic, not knowing what mechanism was there.

He had the urge to run away, but the lights in the mansion were flickering, and a long shadow walked in the bedroom, his feet trampled on the ground, making creaking sounds.

The person he was thinking of was close at hand, Lan Jingming dragged his feet forward a few steps, the cold wind suddenly surged, and the snowflakes fluttered in all directions. But it was burning hot. He stood in the courtyard and went back to the past in a trance. He once smelled the fragrance of flowers here, saw the frozen grapes in the well, and saw the polished glutinous rice balls on the stove... And Now he is ragged and weak, like a beggar who came to beg for food, standing alone in the wind.

"Why don't you come in when you come back? I specially left the door for you. The glutinous rice dumplings are all eaten, so go and cook some new ones."

Lan Jingming squeezed the dead branch tightly, subconsciously took half a step back, his insteps sank into the snow, his ankles became numb and he lost consciousness.

He Zhongyin carried the slender bamboo pole for cleaning, and stepped over the threshold: "How old you are, you still have to act like a baby, and you insist on me coming out...Who are you?"

The wind and snow drifted all over the sky, and his long hair danced with the wind. He Zhongyin's long body stood tall, like a sharp edge that cuts iron like mud, inserted into the cracks in the stone.

Lan Jingming was trapped in the shadow, like a moldy fruit, the juice overflowed and dripped all over his chest, exuding a rotten smell.

He was ashamed of himself, he didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't dare to breathe out, the dead branches in his palms rattled, his lips trembled, and his eyes dangled endlessly.

The candlelight cast a long shadow from the room, He Zhongyin's figure was infinitely elongated, the shadow was like a ghost, and it was dyed in the courtyard, the white snow was soaked like a pool of ink, the two were close at hand, but If you are separated by a natural moat, you will be in an abyss if you go any further, and you will not be able to cross it no matter how hard you try.

Lan Jingming couldn't move anymore, his voice was trapped by howling, covered by falling snow, the words were held between his teeth, and when he spit them out, they rolled over his tongue like a Sha ball: "Mother... I am... ..."

He wanted to say the word "He", but when the word reached his lips, it was tightly bound by his teeth, and he couldn't spit it out. He struggled for a while, and held the dead branch tightly: "...I am Jingming .”

He Zhongyin was shocked, his mind was spinning, the bamboo pole in his palm was almost crushed, cold sweat flowed down his back, and his ears were ringing, this name brought a rain of blood, and the rain poured over the sky and covered the sky, drowning him in.

"Lanchi Aguda sent you here?"

He Zhongyin heard his own voice, indifferent, sullen, full of calm after the rainstorm: "He found me?"

Lan Jingming took half a step back, and He Zhongyin took two steps forward, staring at people condescendingly, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Where did he find you who are not afraid of death, let you use my son's name?"

Before the words were finished, the bamboo pole in his hand was raised, like a long whip wrapped in the wind, and it was thrown at Lan Jingming's chest: "I'll let you talk!"

Lan Jingming's eyes were blackened by this blow, and his breastbone creaked. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he didn't fall down. He stood upright with his neck stuck and his teeth gritted: "No one sent me here."

Even without taking a pulse test, He Zhongyin could tell the state of the person in front of him, that he couldn't take another blow. He thought that there would be such a day when Lanchi Aguda, who was cornered, would come to his door and send him He took him away and forced him to detoxify, but he never thought that Lanchi Aguda was so despicable that he sent someone to pretend to be his child to mess with his mind—that child was his nightmare, the reverse scale he could not touch Well, that child has already entered reincarnation early, and his soul should not be disturbed and summoned out by this counterfeit.

"I won't kill you," He Zhongyin said, "Go back and tell your master, he has done a lot of evil, slaughtered countless creatures, he deserves to be tortured to death by poison, and pay for my child's life."

"Get out," He Zhongyin let go of his fingers, and the bamboo pole fell to the ground with a loud bang, "Working for Lanchi Aguda, you are also guilty of serious crimes. Standing here and polluting my mansion, go back quickly."

Lan Jingming's eyes and pupils were dilated, and his fingers were pricked with blood. He felt no pain at all. He lowered his eyes and couldn't utter the words. The words "heavy sin" were like a mountain, pressing down on his back, causing his shoulders to collapse. The neck was bent, the internal organs twitched, the throat was filled with blood, and he could not move at all.

He Zhongyin turned and walked into the room, the candle was blown out, Lan Jingming stood alone in the snow, the sticky dark night was like a claw, pulling his legs down, immersing him in the pool of blood.

Lan Jingming covered his forehead, and his mind was full of howling ghosts. Over the years, there were countless dead souls in his hands, and he didn't know how much blood was soaked in them. These dead souls always fell asleep at night, circling sadly to demand his life. After covering up the yin, now I realize that I am just deceiving myself and others. Those who care can push him back into the abyss with just one assertion.

What Lao Tuzhen said was right, my mother didn't like killing so much, she couldn't get along with Beiyi.

He shouldn't have stayed here, it would only make my mother worry.

Lan Jingming wanted to leave, but the gate in this courtyard was tightly closed, surrounded by high walls, how could he get out?

He must climb over the wall and get out, and he must not die in the mother's courtyard.

Thinking of this, Lan Jingming dragged his legs and tried his best to walk towards the big tree on the side of the courtyard. He had climbed up the tree trunk and climbed over the city wall, but now he was exhausted, and it was impossible to climb up easily. He could only move inch by inch. A way to get out of the wall.

Lan Jingming threw the dead branch and hugged the bark, and climbed up. The bark was full of wrinkles and covered with sharp thorns. Lan Jingming had just climbed up the branch when he was suddenly hit by pain in his chest. He struggled to breathe a few times. , was full of blood in front of his eyes, he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips, and when he wiped it, new blood overflowed, the blood flowed from the tip of his nose continuously, like rolling down the river.

The clothes on his shoulders were also soaked in blood. He wiped his earlobe, and the blood flowed from his ears. He was like a broken iron bucket, and the water gushed out from the gaps full of holes. No matter how blocked, there was no end to it.

The stolen hour is gone.

Lan Jingming knew this well, he had nothing else to ask but not to die in this mansion, he tried his last bit of strength to sit straddling the city wall of the mansion, with the moonlight above his head and the snow under his feet , He was dizzy, pressed his fingers against the wall, clasped his fingers inward, and opened two nails.

"Get down!"

The door was knocked down, He Zhongyin yelled sharply, but Lan Jingming couldn't hold it anymore, he let go of his fingers with his head down, and his whole body fell to the outside of the wall like a broken paper kite.