Into a parallel world

If the heart of the mountain god starts to beat, what will happen to the long silent mountain?The sky falls and the earth shatters generally want to trap those who don't keep themselves. The scenery that belongs to him can no longer be limited to the beautiful snow, but what it can give is only a long romance without warmth.

The cave was once again buried under the thick snow, waiting for someone to come to explore it in a certain century, to scrape away the snow and collect the bones of the predecessors.Bai Jifeng's lips were tightly pursed, and there was no unnatural look in his eyes. No one would know this ruin, and no one would explore this secret clearly.

The hand holding the phone was tight, and he was talking and laughing with the child on the phone with his usual face, his tone was gentle and refined, and those snowflakes who tried to touch him were invisible.The snow and ice outside is not as deep as the sea on the phone.At this moment, it was as if he only had this phone in the whole world.

If he wants to get closer, he must reject the original self, because the cold will hurt his child, he should learn to be warm, how can he be warm?Then get closer to the child, clinging to each other without leaving a gap.

The Ministry of National Defense Science and Technology received an anonymous email, which brought news that shocked the whole country: A group of scientific research teams led by *** were killed in a cave at the foot of the Snow Mountain in XXX, and none survived.

This news made a group of people who were not optimistic about Professor Song even more scoff. Although they didn't know what Professor Song was researching and the significance of the research, more people expressed regret.This news directly hurt Professor Song's family, and the one who hurt the most was Song Ci, who was only eight years old.

Bai Jifeng found Song Ci's house and stood at the door. He was wondering who would open the door, but he already had the best expectations in his heart.

Knock---knock----

How warm is it in the house?What kind of layout is called home?He was very curious about what the 'home' he kept calling him on the phone looked like, did it look good with snow?The creak of his feet on the wooden floor hit his ears, and his heart started beating again.The door opened, and there was a little boy up to his waist.

The big dark and watery eyes looked at him with defense - so cute.I really want to give him the purest snowflakes!

"Hi, first time meeting." Bai Jifeng resisted the movement of reaching out his hand. He tried his best to curl his mouth, imitating the smiles of those prospectors, and called out the name in a soft voice: "Xiaoci."

Falling in love with a strange human being is beyond his imagination. The heart that has never been beaten for hundreds of millions of years has been sleeping in the mountains. The moment he sees Song Ci, his heart beats faster and faster, and the cold blood flows through his limbs like hot melt Baiku, he wanted to pass on this feeling to Song Ci, but with such enthusiasm, could he scare his child away?

Nothing is more indifferent than Bai Jifeng, and nothing is more innocent than him.In his world, the colors are only gray and black, and the first breath he took from the moment he opened his eyes was the chill that pierced his bones. He thought the temperature was only minus degrees Celsius, but when he touched Song Ci's soft little hand, he felt that he would burned to death.

Is this... is human emotion?

He wanted to hug Song Ci and use his own warmth to convey the feeling that drove him crazy, but when those clear eyes looked at him with strange alienation, it made him extremely anxious.At this moment, if he was cut open, he was almost at the same mental level as Song Ci, and Song's mother frowned at the undisguised eyes.

He felt that it was the best time for him to show up when Song Ci lacked the love of his father the most. The child's mind is pure, and he will turn to whoever treats him well, but he soon found that the guard was full of worry --- --Song Ci's mother.

Xiao Ci was already very sad when Professor Song died. If something happened to his mother, would Xiao Ci feel even more sad?He couldn't be sure, he still didn't know how deep human beings' bond with family is, but Xiao Ci has a younger sister, so he shouldn't be too uncomfortable, right?Thinking of this, he was still very unhappy. From the moment he realized his existence, he stood under the cedar forever and looked out. Without these extra feelings, he lived from the barren century to the smoke and then to this so-called peaceful and prosperous age.Xiaoci will only have him from now on, so it's okay to not need extra feelings, right?

Bai Jifeng didn't know where this thought came from, but he couldn't allow any resistance to exist, he needed Song Ci to belong only to him from now on.

Song's mother was lying on the hospital bed. The fog that appeared from time to time in the breathing mask and the constantly fluctuating electrocardiogram on the monitor all proved that she was alive.Song Ci leaned on the edge of the bed, stood on tiptoe, looked at the mother with eyes closed on the bed with tearful eyes, his little heart couldn't help feeling flustered and uncomfortable, he looked at Bai Jifeng who was standing beside him , crying and said: "Uncle... Mom, why is she still sleeping?"

Every word was trembling, choked with sourness rising from his sobs, and he thought he had already regretted the sentence that Song Ciwen uttered.He still can't understand why he cares so much about the child's mood, why?It was a very complicated emotion for him at the time.

"Mom is sick, so uncle will take care of you after Xiao Ci?" He softened his voice, with a hint of coaxing, but the unstoppable joyful anticipation made him eager to hear his child say yes, whether it is laughing or not. He was still crying and said that as long as he said yes, he would be very happy.

but-----

"No! I want my mother! I want my mother! Dad..." The young child couldn't control his emotions, and slapped the adults who kept approaching him with his hands. The sound of crying echoed in the ward, mixed with the disinfectant water The smell, the pale tiles around it also brought a cold taste.

He hugged his child tightly, pressed it tightly in his arms, muffled the crying on his lapel, maybe it wouldn't be uncomfortable if he couldn't hear it, until Song Ci's crying started to weaken, he hurriedly let go of his arms , Holding the child in his arms, looking at the sleepy person, his little face was smeared with an indelible blush, and the tears were like scars scabbing on his heart that had just learned to beat.

"Don't cry, be good, don't cry, I will take good care of you...don't cry, please..."

In the empty ward, Bai Jifeng kept repeating the same words in a distressed and desperate voice, accompanied by a mechanical notification sound, making him look extraordinarily bleak.He wondered if he had done something wrong, but what was the right way to do it?It was he who underestimated the ties between human beings and made such a mistake.

Holding Song Ci in his arms and leaving the ward, he subconsciously began to feel that his child should not know the truth about this matter, no matter what.

From then on, he logically took Song Ci into his territory and kept him with him all the time, excluding all known and unknown dangers.His children are slowly becoming more and more attached to him, which makes him feel more satisfied than ever before.