Zhao Ge: 147. Nowhere to go

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Bai Lishu boarded the altar one by one, and the patterns on the altar lit up wherever he walked.

It was no accident that he came to the Twelve Dynasty.

Perhaps it should be said that this is where he really lives.

For a long time, Bailishu knew clearly that there were many strange things in her body. Before...Before he was the Patriarch of Baili, he didn't have any memory of himself, and walked across the long streets blankly. No one called him in the places he passed.

Neither the Yamen officials nor the shop assistants knew him.

He is not a lost wealthy boy, nor is he a refugee. He doesn't know where he came from or where to return.

In memory, at that time, he walked many places, and he was accompanied by only a bow, a dim, gray longbow. With a long bow on his back, he walked from place to place with the long wind, sometimes meeting some not so friendly people. For example, the robbers Bandao encountered.

The robber held a bright sword in his hand, asking him to hand over all his belongings.

There is nothing on him, so he is silent.

The robber thought he was provoking and was furious. Then he wielded a sword and killed him. At that time, he was sick, just like a cripple, except for a bow without arrows.

But I don't know why, looking at those fierce robbers, he can still be expressionless.

It's like there is no word "fear" in consciousness.

When the sword slashed, the pupils printed the light of the sword, and then there was no consciousness.

When he woke up again, he appeared in another strange place, still having nothing but a long bow. What happened before, how did he deal with those gangsters, what happened to those gangsters, and why did he appear in this place?

No idea.

The memory is empty.

But this happens too much, too many to get used to.

So every time he wakes up in a completely unfamiliar place, he continues to carry the bow and walks aimlessly on his back, like someone who belongs to outside the world.

At that time, he always had a disease on his body, and sometimes he staggered and fell down as he walked, and his blood cooled a little bit, 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, I forget all the memories before I fell, and I don’t know anything about many places I have traveled before. Only when I fell down again would I feel familiar and remembered-I seemed to have fallen down so many times.

At that time, the blue sky was clearly reflected in the pupils, but there were countless broken pieces floating in front of me. I walked alone through the mountains, through the city, through the water.

The memory doesn't seem to belong to him.

But sometimes I meet some good people.

Once, when he woke up, he appeared in a small Jiangnan village, sitting under the roof dripping with rain. The eaves in the south of the Yangtze River were obliquely scrapped, and raindrops were thrown and dropped, ticking.

There is still the gray, arrowless longbow beside me.

He was sitting on a cold bluestone slab, and found himself in an unmanned alley, the sky was gray, and rainwater silted past the stone alley.

He doesn't remember who he is or why he appeared in this place, but he feels inexplicably indifferent. So he raised his head, leaned against the stone wall, and stared at the gloomy sky.

Then suddenly, his vision was blocked.

"Big brother, why are you raining here?"

A little girl with two small **** was standing in front of him, holding a light peach-colored oiled paper umbrella on his head.

The little girl's eyes were clean, even if he didn't answer or left, she tilted her head and looked at him quietly.

"Watch the rain."

So, he thought for a while and answered.

The little girl said "Oh", she didn't seem to understand the answer very well. He thought she should leave. Who knew the little girl would come over, squat down beside him, holding an umbrella: "I'll help you with an umbrella. Big brother, you won't get caught in the rain if you watch the rain."

Under the gloomy sky. He leaned against the wall, and the little girl squatted, holding an umbrella for him.

Everything doesn't seem so bad either.

Later, the little girl's family came to find her back, and she ran away "tatata" in response, and the raindrops fell again. He lowered his eyes and watched quietly as the water passed by.

Click and click.

The sound of footsteps rang again, and the little girl ran back, gave him the umbrella, and hopped into the rain and ran away.

He held the umbrella, stood up, stood in the dark alley, carrying a bow, and watched the little girl leave.

He thought that was the case.

Although the memory is blank, he subconsciously feels that this kind of accidental encounter with some people and then never see each other again. There is no intersection, which is very familiar.

It's like the norm in his life.

But the next day, he saw the little girl again.

The little girl stood on the street, the candied haws in her hand fell to the ground, her eyes were red, so she didn't cry. He stood on the other side of the street and stopped. After a while, he used a small jade pendant on his body-he didn't know where it came from-and exchanged it with the hawker selling candied haws.

"Here you are."

He walked over and passed the candied haws to the little girl.

"Thank you, big brother."

"Big Brother, what is your name?"

He stood on the side of the street watching the little girl smile and eat candied haws, then she raised her head and asked.

——What is your name?

What a simple question. But...

"I don't know."

He lowered his eyes and said softly.

"Sorry."

After a while, the little girl whispered.

What's so sorry, he doesn't know his name.

He thought so, but didn't speak.

The little girl raised her head and looked at this very good-looking big brother. I don’t know why she felt sad.

So sad, more sad than she saw it raining.

Just looking at it, I feel sad together.

She thought for a while, handed the candied haws to her elder brother, carefully tugged on his sleeve, and asked: "Would you like elder brother to live in my house first, and wait for them to come to you?"

In the little girl’s perception, if she gets lost, her family must come out to find it, no matter how long it is, she will always find it.

He didn't correct the little girl's perception.

For the first time, he lived in one place.

The little girl's last name is Zhou, and there is no good name. Her grandfather called her "Little Seven, Little Seven". Zhou Xiaoqi ranked seventh, so it was called Xiaoqi. But her parents and sisters and brothers all died in the war. She followed her grandfather and fled to the south.

Grandpa Zhou saw that she brought a tired-looking person back, and didn't say anything.

He just lived there.

At that time, he suddenly felt that he was drawn into this world. The old carpenter's grandfather Zhou, the ignorant Zhou Xiaoqi, a small house, always raining south.

Zhou Xiaoqi’s parents died on a rainy day. She doesn't like rain.

So every time it rains, he and Zhou Xiaoqi sit under the eaves and tell her some stories about where there is a mountain. The mountain is high and steep. The water turns from the foot of the mountain. People there are good at rowing... When he talked, there was a real landscape floating in front of him.

Zhou Xiaoqi listened very carefully, and then said quietly: Big brother, you know a lot, have you been there?

Has he been there? Has he really seen those who are good at canoeing in mountains and rivers?

He doesn't know.

"Maybe."

He replied.

But the water droplets thrown from the eaves will break, and the time in the small yard will be broken. The war in the north spread to the south. When Hu Bing passed through the town, he set off a fire and many people died.

Grandpa Zhou took them away.

I met a gangster on the road, and the gangster raised his bow at Zhou Xiaoqi.

He guarded Zhou Xiaoqi behind him, and the arrow hit him.

Zhou Xiaoqi was a crying little girl, her eyes were suddenly red, and she choked to her elder brother.

He looked sad.

"Don't be afraid, I won't die."

He thought about it, rubbed the girl's head, and said softly.

Then the world went dark.

When I woke up again, the sky was snowing, and the fluttering snow seemed to go down until the world ended.

He was standing in the snow with no one around.

With the gray longbow beside him, he stroked the bow and watched the spinning snow. Then I saw a man, a man in a black robe slowly walking out of the snow.

The man knelt down on one knee in front of him.

"Finally found you."

The man said, his voice tired.

Who is it? Who ever told him, don’t worry if you get lost, your family will definitely find him.

Who is it?

He doesn't remember anything, he just feels indescribably tired.

So he looked at the person who said he finally found him, and asked, "Who am I?"

The man said, your surname is Baili, and you are the head of the Baili clan.

There was a sudden light in the vast snowy night, and he lowered his head.

——The dull, grey longbow that accompanied him suddenly lit up. The flame of golden light generally shines on the longbow.

Thyme.

He said the name once, holding the warm longbow, and the traces of flying snow were reflected in his pupils.

There are rootless flying flowers floating in the sky. Luoxue doesn't know where it came from, but it will eventually fall on the earth.

He finally got home.

Back to the Baili family, the fate of the entire family fell on his shoulders. He was pulled into the world again. Those young children regarded him as a god, and they trusted him.

He is Baili Tanglin.

It is Chaoge Baili, the Tanglin Baili of the Tanglin of Muzhi.

……

Countless, broken, unordered memories flashed through my mind, and Bailishu stood at the top of the altar.

These are the memories of his waking up at the Jiuxuanmen and only gradually recovering when he reached the land of the Twelve Dynasty.

Just like in that world, the memory that he didn't have was finally returned to him.