As if it was just a long dream, in the dream there was the background of Xiafei’s surging water, that was the blue Namtso Lake, the cloudless high sky and the silver-white snow-capped peaks were reflected on the lake, like solidified silver waves, From time to time, fish jumped up the waves, and the colorful scales flashed in the sun.
The mother was still in the same state when she was not sick, standing beside her, the wind blew her hair, and the mother's fingers passed through her ears to hold her tightly, a familiar warm touch.
I vaguely remembered that this was the only time a mother and daughter went out. Since my father ran away from home when I was young, my mother took her to struggle for survival in this extremely cramped and narrow world for the poor. Fortunately, my mother is an open-minded person. She can work hard all night for ten yuan overtime, or spend ten years of savings for her daughter's dream of crossing the plateau.
Standing in front of Namtso Lake, the plateau’s open and bright wind swayed endlessly, passing through the ice peaks pointing straight at the sky like a sharp sword, roaring towards the vast land, beyond the sky, there was a faint murmur, like singing like a Buddha , circling above her head together with the low-flying goshawk, at that moment, she seemed to hear the sound of some haze and obsession deep in her heart being crushed by the icy wind.
After returning from Namtso Lake, she chose archeology and history.
Choose to be accompanied by the desert full of yellow sand, the silent giant Buddha for thousands of years, the deserted village for a long time, the deep and mysterious canyon, and the cliff with hanging coffins.
In a blink of an eye, she walked into the dark and long corridor, the blue and white porcelain lanterns were shining brightly, and the ground paved with broad boulders echoed hollowly under her marching boots. A huge lotus flower was carved on the stone surface every three steps. The zigzag-shaped underground palace was gradually exposed in front of her eyes, with golden lights at every step, and the giant emerald beasts in the ear room looked at each other silently.
The voice that seemed to be chanting Buddha's gatha vaguely sounded again, no trace but ubiquitous, murmured in her ears, she suppressed her pounding heart, and walked towards the main tomb by instinct.
Yes, there it is.
It is so tall and huge, majestic and magical beyond the imagination of the human brain. The totems of auspicious animals on the white stone pillars are about to rise, and dozens of night pearls are shining on the golden dome, as if another layer of nine heavens has been created.
Her eyes were only on the golden coffin.
Who is sleeping peacefully there
The giant golden coffin was engraved with a pattern, which was vaguely a human face.
She went forward step by step.
"Fuyao."
The call behind him was kind and sad, with a familiar tone and an unfamiliar tone.
She turned around abruptly.
"Mother… "
A beam of white light was shot from nowhere, and in the white light, the mother's body was thin, like a paper doll, and the hospital gown with blue stripes on a white background hurt her eyes.
"Fuyao, how are you?"
She froze on the spot, tears welled up in her eyes, turned around and ran towards the place where the white light gathered.
There is her mother, her concern, the only harbor she can dock after wandering, her... home.
The moment he turned around, the inexplicable low singing behind him suddenly became louder, and each sound became louder and louder, turning into huge sound waves, spreading to the entire hall, until like a raging wave, a tidal wave rushed towards him, as if he was waiting to be held back. , surrounded her.
"Fuyao..."
"If you turn around, I will be in hell."
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"Its daybreak."
The deep and elegant male voice sounded familiar, and for a moment, Meng Fuyao thought that the voice in his dream reappeared, and that he once again traveled across time and space to a place that he must go in his destiny.
He opened his eyes in a daze, and his slightly blurred vision swayed like water waves, reflecting his elegant face. Meng Fuyao was stunned for a long time before remembering that he was in that dangerous moment of running for his life just now, in the presence of a person he had only seen before. The man on both sides fell asleep in his arms and had a weird dream.
It is a new experience that has never been seen in this life.
Standing up with a blushing face, Meng Fuyao sat up and looked around, and found himself in a quiet room. Looking at the layout and decoration, it was clearly the guest room of Xuanyuan Villa. In other words, they are still in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
Yuan Zhaoxu had already changed into a piece of clothing, but it was an ordinary cloth. It is a pity that this man's temperament is too outstanding. Wearing the cloth on his body could not hide his elegance at all. On the contrary, it made the ordinary clothes a bit more noble and simple. Come on.
He was sitting on the chair, gently poking the tea stem with the tea cover, while Master Yuan Bao squatted on his shoulder in a contemptuous manner, and when the tea was almost cold, he leaned his head over and took a sip.
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, as if he didn't care about it, Mr. Yuan Bao was proud of his successful sneak attack, Yuan Zhaoxu calmly pulled out the tea stem, and suddenly put the teacup on Yuan Bao's head.
The huge and heavy porcelain cup cover slapped Master Yuan Bao's snow-white head, and immediately covered it completely under the cup cover. Master Yuan Bao was caught off guard by a huge object and had never practiced iron neck skills, so he was crushed immediately. Once short, he spun around Yuan Zhaoxu's shoulder three times with the lid on his head like he was drunk, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Mr. Yuan Bao, who got up, didn't dare to seek revenge from his master, and pouted his buttocks to draw circles in the corner. Yuan Zhaoxu seemed to have nothing happened, and asked Meng Fuyao, who was watching the show with a smile, "Who did you dream about?"
Meng Fuyao was stunned, vaguely recalling the dream just now, his mind was a little dazed, and he felt a little suffocated, but he forced a smile on his face, "It's nothing, I dreamed about some old things."
Yuan Zhaoxu took a sip of tea, raised his eyes from the edge of the cup, his eyelashes were long and thick, covering his dark eyes, "Oh? Old things? Then what are you holding me for?"
"Ah?"
"You hugged my sleeve and called mom."
"Ah!!!"
Meng Fuyao's face instantly turned red.
Putting down the teacup and leaning back on the chair, Yuan Zhaoxu had a half-smile in his eyes, "Mom? Do you mean mother? Your address to Zunqin seems to be a little different from Wuzhou Daluren."
Meng Fuyao was embarrassed at first, and felt slightly startled casually, thought for a while, and smiled, "Your Excellency said it as if he knew all the races in the Wuzhou Continent, but he didn't know that we, the Yanhuang people, call their mothers by calling them mothers. "
"Yanhuang clan?" Yuan Zhaoxu's voice was calm, and there was no surprise at all.
"Yes." Meng Fuyao didn't change his face, "The small remote tribe in Hengzhou lived in the deep mountains for generations and didn't communicate with outsiders. I was taken out of the mountains by distant relatives since I was young. I don't remember anything else, but this pair of mothers The title, and some impressions."
She blinked, stretched out her hand, and smiled generously, "I'm Meng Fuyao, thank you for saving me twice."
Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes slowly fell on her outstretched snow-white palm, and he smiled, "Is this also the etiquette of your Yanhuang people?"
Meng Fuyao looked straight into his eyes, "In the customs of our clan, when a woman reaches out to you, it is very impolite for you to ignore it."
"Really..." Yuan Zhaoxu's ending sounded very long, deep and elegant, like a sigh in a dream. He slowly stretched out his hand, as if to hold Meng Fuyao's hand, but when his fingers were about to touch, he suddenly turned back. Pulling his palm, he pulled Meng Fuyao into his arms.
His low laugh rang above Meng Fuyao's head, and the faint and strange fragrance instantly surrounded the stunned Meng Fuyao everywhere.
"In the customs of our Wuji country, when a woman shows affection to you, it is very stupid for you not to accept her."