The precision instinct has lost its effectiveness.
Because how to calculate time? How to calculate something like vitality
Tang Ling squatted on the root of the tree, sliced the fish with a knife, and then gritted his teeth again and again to hold back the tears in his eyes.
The fillets will be blanched very quickly, just a minute or two.
Here I pulled a handful of purple ginger leaves that can be seen everywhere and put them into the soup. It can warm the body.
Tang Ling had no other ideas. He stubbornly wanted to cook the simplest meal. He wanted this simple warmth to accompany Su Xiao in the next lonely time and resist the coldness and coldness of a person who has to sleep for a long time. lonely.
How long will he sleep alone? Tang Ling was extremely sad.
The boiling fish soup was placed on the small round table, and Tang Ling carried Su Xiao over.
Su Xiao had been a little dazed. It was just a short nap that was not as long as a nap. He was much older and his hands began to tremble.
Tang Ling silently filled a bowl of fish fillet soup and fed the perfectly blanched fish fillets into Su Xiao's mouth.
There are no fish bones, and it can be swallowed with just one sip.
Su Xiao nodded slightly, saying it was delicious, but soon there was a trace of self-deprecation in his eyes. Has it reached this point? Everyone has to feed them every meal.
"Uncle, even if you are alive and kicking, I should still feed you. That's the reason." What is the reason? Tang Ling was not good at expressing himself. As always, when he was in his saddest moments, his words would be messy.
"Here" Su Xiao handed the two black leather booklets to Tang Ling, then took a sip of soup and said with difficulty: "Map, leading to the Port of Darkness, otherwise you will die among these mountains."
"There is another book that records many things. You should read it."
"Yeah." Tang Ling nodded.
"Am I going to die?" Su Xiao pushed away the bowl. He really couldn't eat anymore, but he was very satisfied. He didn't expect to be so peaceful when he returned, with the brat who he treated as half a son by his side. .
He can have a hot meal, and then lie down peacefully in this room where he has countless thoughts, and sleep peacefully.
Everything is fine, all that's left is waiting.
"Smoke, have a cigarette." Su Xiao leaned half on the tatami.
"Yes." Tang Ling silently lit a cigarette, handed it to Su Xiao, found a comfortable position, and placed his body on the tatami.
Then, Tang Ling stood up and covered Su Xiao with the black cloak.
Because it got a little cold in the house.
Su Xiao's hand touched the black cloak and suddenly said: "My wife made this for me, but she died. When I came back from an expedition, she had already died in the hands of my enemies."
"I took revenge." Su Xiao looked at Tang Ling and forced a smile.
Tang Ling held Su Xiao's hand tightly.
"It's a bit cold." Su Xiao shrank, then looked at Tang Ling and said, "I also have a daughter, but she is missing."
"Her name is Sulu."
"In the future, help me find her. Bring her here and tell her that I miss her. She will understand when she sees this house."
Su Xiao held Tang Ling's hand tightly.
Tang Ling nodded. He actually understood that the pink light, the childlike decoration, and the rag doll were all what little girls liked.
"As for me, when I'm bored, I come here to make wood carvings. It's true. This is the hobby of Su Xiao, the crazy lion." Su Xiao narrowed his eyes.
Tang Ling didn't move. The rapidly dropping temperature made people subconsciously not want to move.
And the big-bellied bright bugs in the house flew away. It's too cold here.
So, the room became dark.
"Why, why did you fly away?" Su Xiao was a little confused.
Tang Ling gritted his teeth and his other clenched fist trembled violently.
"What's the weather like outside?"
"It's going to rain soon. It rains a lot in early autumn." Tang Ling tried to keep his tone calm.
"Well, that's it. I, Su Xiao, will die on a rainy day." Su Xiao's words began to be vague, and almost every word was rolling in his throat.
But Tang Ling could understand.
"Lona is in Ximi City. If you can go and see her, tell her that I found another woman and gave birth to a bunch of children."
"Um."
"That box, open it. I think you can open it, but don't destroy it violently. I don't trust you."
"Yeah." Tang Ling saw the thin ice spreading. It was spreading rapidly and was about to freeze.
"The Dragon Army is all lurking, but the old Dragon Army is no longer important. What is important is that it's time for you to find the people on the list Tang Feng has prepared for you. They will become your most important partners."
Tang Ling was silent, but soon said "Hmm" again, and Uncle Su Xiao was about to fall asleep. There was no need for him to be angry with himself before going to bed. He wanted to have a good dream.
"I know you don't want to hear it, but the best brother in my life is Tang Feng, and Tang Feng is your father." Su Xiao squeezed Tang Ling's hand, and the thin ice froze his feet.
The whole room was filled with a dense mist, making people tremble every time they breathed in a trace of energy.
Tang Ling could still endure this temperature for a while, just for a while. He wanted to spend more time with his uncle.
Because in the following days, every minute and every second, he will be very lonely and can only sleep here quietly.
"Take it." Su Yao raised his other hand with great effort, and there was a Zhengjing coin lying in his open palm.
Tang Ling silently took it in his hand and squeezed it tightly.
"I, I, I also treat you as my son, ever since you were born, right." Su Xiao closed his eyes, it was so cold, so cold that people just wanted to sleep.
"Well, yes, Father. I think so too." Tang Ling shed a tear, but it was frozen before it slipped out of her eyes.
"I'm going to sleep. Just for a while." The unfinished cigarette has frozen on Su Xiao's mouth.
"Okay, sleep well. I'll wake you up." Tang Ling let go of Su Xiao's hand, and the layers of thin ice shattered.
Tang Ling tightened his lips, as if he was worried and unwilling to give in: "Uncle? Uncle?"
There was no response in the dark room, and the temperature began to drop sharply from this moment!
Tang Ling was silent, and quickly stuffed the two black booklets into his backpack, picked up the black Dolly's Box, and put the backpack on his back.
He walked up to Su Xiao, took off the cigarette from his lips in the dark, and placed it on the table. The steaming fish soup on the table had already condensed into ice.
"I'll wake you up later." Tang Ling's voice was trembling every word, echoing in the room. Then he rushed out of the room and tightened the gap between the room and the room.
His body was covered with a thin layer of ice. He stepped on a network of intertwined tree roots, walked a dozen meters away, and then turned back.
The drastic temperature difference caused the thin ice on his body to quickly turn into water.
Tang Ling, who was dripping wet, stood like this, watching the mushrooms in the entire room gradually condense into a big ice cube.
From now on, this big piece of ice will become Tang Ling's eternal concern.
**
How do people feel when they are most sad? What kind of ideas do you have
Tang Ling experienced this moment twice.
One time was when my mother-in-law and sister left.
One time was Su Xiao's deep sleep.
Therefore, he is very qualified to answer, is it blank, numb, without purpose, without direction, and does not know what to do
Just like now, Tang Ling had been leaning against the Dancing Root Tree, in a daze for almost two hours.
Those green, blue, and white leaves kept fluttering in his eyes, trembling slightly in the falling autumn rain, like being reflected in an empty mirror.
You should be remembering something, right? Should we do something
In this way, memories will come flooding back, and he will see the person he wants to see in his memories.
So, Tang Ling took the black box. Of course he knew how to open it. There were many numbers and artistic looking tracks arranged messily on the box.
These tracks eventually converge to an end point, in the hands of a statue of a little girl with a sweet smile and cold eyes.
Very artistic.
Tang Ling started to flip some of the numbers.
63527.
When these five numbers came together in the little girl's hands, there was a 'click' sound from the box, and it opened easily.
What's in the box? Tang Ling was not curious at all.
He opened the box numbly, and there was a silver, palm-sized, paper-thin thing lying inside the box.
Tang Ling picked up this piece of stuff, but there was nothing on the front.
There is a line of crooked words at the back, written with a black pen - there is no treasure that the great Quark Locke cannot steal, such as this list of 'Horrifying Lullabies'.
A list of scary lullabies? Tang Ling's eyes turned red, and then tears fell on the silver page along with the autumn rain.
Tang Ling was not at all curious as to why the so-called 'Horror Lullabies' list was just a blank, wordless silver page.
Not even curious about who Quark Locke is
He just saw this word, and all the memories came overwhelmingly, swallowing him up all at once.
Everything started because of this list.
Since he is Tang Feng's son, he is also a person on this blank list, right
Then on the bloody night, my mother-in-law and sister died.
There must be a subtle connection between the star finder and this list.
Then Uncle Su Yao, no, Uncle Su Xiao appeared.
"what should I do?"
"Eat it all."
Such a big pot of broth.
"You have no right to know who I am."
"You brat, do you want to be beaten?"
"So it's edible, are you a husky wild boar?"
His heroic look, his occasional standing by the window reminiscing about something, his occasionally sad eyes
In fact, is it just because of his own existence that he is tenacious and persists in living, because he has already given up on the past.
He died in the years he had been recalling.
He doesn't know if his arrival has given him a new goal, right
There must be some, he still wants to find his daughter, doesn't he
Tang Ling clenched his fists, and the silver page in his hand wrinkled, but showed no sign of being broken.
Tang Ling stood up, a little confused, and took out a black book. When he opened it, there were bold and wild handwriting written in Chinese.
"Hey, brat, while you were flipping through this booklet, I already closed the book with a snap. It's not suitable to read it now. It's really not suitable to read it in this mood."
He was slightly panicked and took out another booklet. When he opened it, the first page was a hand-drawn, very detailed general map.
As you can see, this map starts from Wuwu Mushroom here and traverses the entire Hulloch Mountains. It will pass through six safe villages, three safe zones, and one safe city, and then reach a seaside.
This sea has shocking waves drawn with a few very simple but powerful strokes. It is full of a dangerous and strange feeling at first glance.
On the seaside, there is a crescent-shaped area with a long bridge extending from the edge, which connects an island.
The crescent-shaped area, together with the bridge, and the island, are collectively known as the Dark Harbor.
In the lower right corner of the deputy general's map, there is also a line of Chinese characters written on it.
The dragons and phoenixes are dancing, which is more wild than Su Xiaoshu's writing, but at the turning points of some handwriting, it is slightly rounded and seems to be a little childish.
"Stupid boy, I believe you must still be confused when you see this deputy general map. How can you be smarter than me? So, scroll back, I have drawn detailed sub-maps for each area. Remember Pay it, idiot."
WTF! Tang Ling's heart surged with a hatred that he couldn't describe, and he wanted to tear up that line of words.
He knew, he understood whose hand this line of writing came from, but he just wanted to sneer.
Did you have everything sorted out before you died? Decided that you should go to Dark Harbor? What is the purpose? Is it to revive the Dragon Army
And then, show care in those details? If you really care, can you leave your mother's name
Compared to his father, Tang Ling wanted to portray his mother more. This was the softest fragility and tenderness in his heart, the thoughts and imagination he never shared with others.
Thinking of it, Tang Ling felt a wave of sorrow in his heart. He suddenly turned around and saw the dancing root tree and the No. 17 safe zone hazy in the rain, with only a little corner exposed.
It's time to leave.
It's a bit lonely. This time there is no Uncle Su Xiao, no Raptors team that has been together day and night, no relatives, and being far away from my hometown is really lonely.
Tang Ling sniffed and wiped away his tears. Fifteen years old is such a damn age.
You won’t be like this when you are 30, right
He still wants to go to the Port of Darkness, because in addition to hatred, he is also burdened with new concerns, the sleeping Su Xiao, and the ten-year agreement
The road ahead is vast and the autumn rain is falling.
In a cemetery in Security Zone 17.
In front of Wei An's tombstone, there was a woman holding a little boy and placing a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone.
"Dear daughter, your friends have all traveled far away. People who can travel far are happy. I am sad that you can only sleep here forever."
"I am leaving too, taking your brother Pandy with me. I have received the support and blessings from your partners, allowing me to take your brother to complete everything you have not completed."
In the rain, the woman wiped a tear from her eye.
Behind Wei An's tombstone is that of Amir. This young man with outstanding talent and mistakes has no chance to travel far.
But in the time to come, he could keep staring at Wei An like this, which was also the last comfort.
good luck.
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