[HP Tomb Raiders Notes] Zhaoming

It was midsummer, and the mountains in the distance were still white, and the perennial snow added a touch of sanctity to the silent Nanga Bawa Peak.On the ridge, there was a man standing alone in the sunset with a bag on his back. When the golden red afterglow was about to fade away, the young man withdrew his eyes and continued his journey through the night.

Dewan yawned and fixed the latch after a week of routine inspections. When he turned around, he looked at him with two bright eyes.

"Yun Duo, only now do you know you're back?" The young monk lowered his waist slightly, and the jet-black cat nimbly jumped into his arms, stretching out its front paws and licking it without any scruples.He walked towards the yard with the cat in his arms, and suddenly heard a knock on the door, short and clear.

While muttering in his heart, he turned and walked towards the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"Passerby." A clear voice came through the door.

He patted the head of the little thing in his arms, and Yun Duo jumped to the ground in a flash.Dewang pulled the latch and opened the door only a crack, and saw the visitor's face clearly from the corner of the flashlight.

"Are you——Mr. Zhang?!" After a few years, Dewang still had a fresh memory of them.The young man is still the same as when we first met, and the indifference in his eyes has not changed at all.

Zhang Qiling didn't answer, just nodded slightly.Yun Duo behind Dewang meowed at him.

After staying in the monastery and settled down, he saw Master Suo Cuo the next day. The old man was in good spirits and did not see any major changes, except that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes had increased a bit.The master was not surprised at his arrival, but only ordered Dewang to make tea.

"Your guest is here to inquire about that girl." Master Suo Cuo said calmly. Before the young man had any reaction, he instructed Dewang who was kneeling by the side before continuing, "That girl left in a hurry back then. , some things were not taken away. Since the distinguished guest has met her, why not see if it can be returned to the original owner. "

"Her name is Jiang Lin?" Zhang Qiling was a little uncertain, and the fragments he recalled were not continuous. Since he bid farewell to his two friends, he followed his memory to find the flashing fragments along the way, but he got very little.

"Yes, a very old surname." The old man agreed, with a nostalgic look on his rough and red face.

The girl has only been in the temple for more than a year, but she has helped the temple a lot.She doesn't talk much, except for playing with Yun Duo for a while, she spends the rest of her time translating some old volumes left by her ancestors, and from time to time, she goes to Zhuoduo Meadow to bring back some rare herbs.At first Dewang and he were worried that the girl would not be able to withstand the harsh environment on the plateau, but since Dewang followed the girl into the mountains once and came back and excitedly described to them how obedient and sensible the beautiful snow leopard was, they let it go. heart.Presumably, with the protection of the Snow Mountain King, that girl would be fine.However, people in the temple would not have thought that after she left in a hurry that time, there was no news of her, and her life and death were unknown.

The two people in the room sat silently facing each other, while the scented fragrance wafted from the side, as if time was slowly passing by, rolling up circles of ripples of different shapes.

Dewang pushed aside the heavy felt, walked in with a small bundle in his hand, and put it on the cushion beside him.

After a long while, Suo Cuo's vicissitudes of life sounded: "Your guest, take it away. There is no need to look back, there is nothing you want here."

The young man who had been sitting quietly for a long time frowned after hearing this sentence. He took the bag beside him, it was extremely light and soft, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if the tip of his heart was brushed by a feather, and he didn't know what was inside .

After staying in the temple for just one day, he left when the morning sun pierced through the clouds on the top of the mountain. There was not much change from when he came, except that there was a small burden in the heavy backpack.

The subsequent itineraries were mostly repetitions of the previous ones. Following his memory, he found the solitary tomb that he had arranged by himself many years ago. It stood alone in the mountains, accompanied only by the eternal sky and the earth and the roar of the golden eagle.

"With the stars, the sun, the moon, and the distant mountains and wind and snow as friends. I'm starting to envy you." He sat down against the solitary mound, patted the slightly raised mound of earth and stones and said.

No one responded to him.

There are only the sound of howling wind passing through the valley, and the occasional golden eagle screaming.

The vast land, lifeless.

He wrapped his coat tightly and leaned against the unpacked travel bag, squinting at the sunset for a while, as if he had always done it.But this time the wind and snow did not blow into his heart, he thought of a few familiar faces, and suddenly felt a faint peace of mind.

He is not alone anymore.

The author has something to say:

A preview of the next chapter, a confession.Another chapter, it's over.

I don't know if I can finish it before the trip, try my best.

Fanwai has never been written long, and the main text can always pull out a lot of words.Well……