Baili Shu stepped up to the altar step by step, and the patterns on the altar lit up wherever he walked.
It was no accident that he came to Twelve Dynasties.
Perhaps it should be said that this is where he really lives.
Baili Shu has always known that there are many strange things about him. Before... Before he was the head of the Baili Patriarch, he didn't have any memory about himself, and he walked through the long streets in a daze, and no one called him to stop him.
Neither the officials in the yamen nor the shop assistants knew him.
He is not a rich and noble son who got lost, nor is he a refugee somewhere. He doesn't know where he came from or where he returns.
In his memory, at that time, he traveled many places with only a bow by his side, a dim, gray longbow. With a longbow on his back, he walked from place to place with the long wind, and sometimes met some unfriendly people. For example, the robbers encountered halfway.
The robber held a shining sword in his hand and asked him to hand over all his belongings.
He has nothing on him, just silent.
The robber thought he was provoking and was furious. Then he swung a sword and killed him. At that time, he was sick, just like a disabled person, with nothing but a bow without arrows.
But I don't know why, looking at those vicious robbers, he can still remain expressionless.
It's like the word "fear" doesn't exist in consciousness at all.
When the sword slashed, the light of the sword was printed in the pupils, and then he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he appeared in another strange place, still with nothing but a longbow. What happened before, how did he deal with those gangsters, what happened to those gangsters, and why did he appear in this place
Don't know all.
The memory is empty.
But this happens so much that I get used to it.
So every time he wakes up in a completely strange place, he continues to carry the bow on his back and walk aimlessly alone, like a person who belongs to the outside world.
At that time, he was always sick, and sometimes he staggered and fell down while walking, his blood became colder and his vision dimmed a little bit.
Every time I feel like I deserve to die.
But every time I wake up again, after waking up, all the memories before I fell down are forgotten, and I don't know anything about the many places I have traveled before. Only when you fall down again, will you feel familiar and remember—it seems that you have fallen like this many times.
At that time, the blue sky was clearly reflected in the pupils, but there were countless broken images floating in front of my eyes, walking alone through the mountains, the city, and the water.
The memory doesn't seem to belong to him.
But, sometimes you meet some really nice people.
Once, when he woke up, he appeared in a small Jiangnan village, sitting under the eaves dripping with rain. The eaves in the south of the Yangtze River are obliquely abandoned, raindrops are thrown and fall, tick tock.
There was still the dusty longbow with no arrows beside him.
Sitting on the cold bluestone slab, he found himself in an uninhabited alley, the sky was gray, and the stone alley was covered with rainwater.
He didn't remember who he was, and he didn't know why he appeared in this place, but somehow he didn't care. So he raised his head, leaned against the stone wall, and stared at the drowsy sky.
Then suddenly, the line of sight was blocked.
"Big brother, why are you here in the rain?"
A little girl with two balls tied up stood in front of him, holding a light peach-colored oil-paper umbrella and propping it on his head.
The little girl's eyes were clean, even if he didn't answer or leave directly, she tilted her head and looked at him quietly.
"Let's watch the rain."
So, he thought for a while and answered.
The little girl said "Oh", as if she didn't quite understand the answer. He thought it was time for her to leave, but who knew that the little girl came over, knelt down beside him, and held up the umbrella: "Let me hold the umbrella for you, big brother, you won't get drenched in the rain if you watch it like this."
Under the drowsy sky. He was leaning against the wall, and the little girl was squatting, holding an umbrella for him.
Everything doesn't seem so bad.
Later, the little girl's family came to ask her to go back, and she ran away with a "tap-tap-tap" in response, and the raindrops fell again. He lowered his eyes and quietly watched the water flow by him.
blah blah.
The footsteps sounded again, and the little girl ran back, gave him the umbrella, and then jumped into the rain and ran away.
Holding an umbrella, he stood up and stood in the dark alley, with a bow on his back, watching the little girl leave.
He thought that was it.
Although his memory was blank, he subconsciously felt that this kind of encounter with some people by chance and then never seeing them again, without any intersection, was very familiar.
It's like the norm in his life.
But the next day, he saw the little girl again.
The little girl was standing on the street, the candied haws in her hand fell to the ground, her eyes were so red that she was about to cry. He stood on the other side of the street and stopped. After a while, he exchanged a small jade pendant on his body - he didn't know where it came from - with the candied haws vendor for a bunch.
"Give you."
He walked over and handed the candied haws to the little girl.
"Thank you big brother."
"Big brother, what's your name?"
He stood by the side of the street and watched the little girl smile a little, eating candied haws in small bites, and then she raised her head and asked.
-what is your name
What a simple question. But…
"I have no idea."
He lowered his eyes and said softly.
"sorry."
After a while, the little girl whispered.
What is there to be sorry for, he doesn't know his own name.
He thought so, but didn't speak.
The little girl raised her head and looked at this good-looking big brother. For some reason, she felt that he seemed very sad.
So sad, more sad than she saw the rain.
Just looking at it makes me feel sad too.
After thinking for a while, she handed the candied haws to her elder brother, tugged at his sleeve carefully, and asked, "Do you want to stay at my house first, elder brother, and wait for them to come to you?"
In the little girl's perception, if she gets lost, there must be family members who will come out to look for it, no matter how soon or late, they will always find it.
He didn't correct the little girl's cognition.
For the first time, he lived in one place.
The little girl's surname is Zhou, and she doesn't have a nice name. Her grandfather called her "Xiao Qi Xiao Qi". Zhou Xiaoqi is ranked seventh, so he is called Xiaoqi. But her parents, sisters and brothers all died in the war, and she fled to the south with her grandfather.
Grandpa Zhou didn't say anything when he saw that she had brought a tired man back.
He just stayed there.
At that time, he suddenly felt that he was pulled into this world. The old carpenter's grandfather Zhou, the ignorant Zhou Xiaoqi, a small house in the south where it always rains.
Zhou Xiaoqi's parents died in the rain. She doesn't like rain.
So every time it rains, he will sit with Zhou Xiaoqi under the eaves and tell her some stories about where there is a mountain, high and steep, the water turns around the foot of the mountain, and the people there are good at rowing light boats... When he told , In front of the eyes, there is a real appearance of floating mountains and rivers.
Zhou Xiaoqi listened very carefully, and then said in a low voice: Brother, you know a lot, have you been there
has he been there? Has he really seen those mountains, waters, and people who are good at paddling canoes
he does not know.
"Maybe."
he replied.
But the water droplets thrown from the eaves will be broken, and the time in the small yard will be shattered. The fighting in the north spread to the south. When Hu Bing passed through the town, he set fire to it, and many people died.
Grandpa Zhou ran with them.
On the road, I met a rogue, and the rogue raised his bow at Zhou Xiaoqi.
He protected Zhou Xiaoqi behind him, and the arrow hit him.
Zhou Xiaoqi is a little girl who loves to cry, her eye circles suddenly turned red, and she choked up and called for big brother.
Looks sad.
"Don't be afraid, I won't die."
He thought for a while, rubbed the little girl's head, and said softly.
Then the world went dark.
When I woke up again, it was snowing in the sky, and the fluttering snow seemed to keep falling until the end of the world.
He was standing in the snow with no one around.
With the dusty longbow beside him, he touched the bow and watched the swirling and falling snow. Then I saw a person, a person in a black robe slowly walking out of the snow.
The man knelt down on one knee in front of him.
"Finally found you."
said the man, in a tired voice.
who is it? Who once told him, don't worry if he gets lost, the family will definitely find him.
who is it
He couldn't remember anything, he just felt indescribably tired.
So he looked at the person who said he had finally found him, and asked, "Who am I?"
The man said, your surname is Baili, your single name is Shu, and you are the head of the Baili clan.
Suddenly a light came on in the vast snowy night, and he lowered his head.
——The dark, dusty longbow that accompanied him suddenly lit up. The golden light flame generally shines on the longbow.
Bai Lishu.
He said the name once, held the longbow that became warm, and the traces of flying snow were reflected in his pupils.
Rootless flying flowers fluttered in the sky, and the falling snow did not know where it came from, but it would eventually fall on the ground.
He finally has a home.
Back to the Baili family, the fate of the whole family fell on his shoulders. He was pulled into the world again. Those young disciples regarded him as a god, and they trusted him.
He is Tanglin Baili.
It is Baili of Chaoge, and Baili of Dongling of Muzhi.
…
Countless, broken, and out-of-order memories flashed in his mind, and Bailishu stood on the top of the altar.
These are the memories he woke up in Jiuxuanmen and gradually recovered when he arrived in the land of the Twelve Dynasties.
It was like in that world, the memories that were not owned by him were finally returned to him.
The author has something to say: Well... little brother Baili.