Almost like that night, the sudden rapid horse hooves crushed the silence in the Tallinn. Under the night sky, people heard people shouting in shock, the chaotic sound of horse hooves, and the frightened long neighing of the horse.

The purity of Buddhism seems to have been completely broken.

Everyone around me stared at the chaos over there incredible eyes.

Liu Qinghan, as if he felt something, slowly walked out of the crowd and looked ahead in surprise. The flames fluttered, shining on his face. The half-silver cold mask seemed to have been ignited.

However, surrounded by the fire, the mask still shone with a strange and cold light.

When I turned around, a horse was already racing from outside Tallinn.

A gust of wind pounced on my face.

I subconsciously closed my eyes and took a step back. When I opened my eyes again, the horse was already parked in front of me.

A tall, black and shiny horse with a shiny fur is so strong that every inch of bones and muscles is full of strength. Under the light of the fire, the oil-black fur reflects a silk-like light. It seems extremely restless, constantly stomping its front hooves, almost rushing into the crowd.

The man on the horse's back tightened the reins with one hand, stretched out the other hand, and gently patted the horse's neck.

"Stop."

Compared to this horse full of power and beauty, the voice seemed a little weak and even a little lacking in energy, but the horse seemed to understand human words and soon became quiet.

And my attention was completely attracted by those hands.

It was a pair of very slender hands, almost like a woman's hand. As soon as it was stretched out, it was so white that it almost made people feel dazzling. But after a closer look, it was revealed that the hand was wrapped in white bandages from the little arm on the sleeve, until the tips of each finger were tightly tight, and not even an inch of skin was exposed.

The hand gently stroked the horse's neck, and then I saw the man on the horse's back slowly straightening up, his pair of bright and transparent eyes in the night, as if obsidian, looking at us.

"Light, light dust, long-lost."

“…”

Yan Qingchen kept sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him silently, without saying a word.

I also slowly raised my head and looked at him.

The man on the horse was not young, he had already stood up, nor was he handsome, because he was very thin, and even had a little bone-shaped body. His cheeks on both sides were deeply sunken, making the eyes particularly large and bright. His skin was very white, but unlike Yan Qingchen's fair-faced young man, his whiteness was a kind of pathological pale, as if there was no blood color, especially his eyes, which seemed to be a layer of translucent film floating on it, making the eyes as if they were separated by a layer of clouds and mist, and they could not see clearly or even more so.

So, when he looked at me, I even had the illusion of being in the clouds and fog, floating in the air.

My throat was a little choked, and I opened my mouth slightly, struggled for a long time before finally speaking out-

"Long time no see... Qinghan."

...

I haven't seen this person in front of me for a long time.

Sixteen years have passed like a flash of time, and the connection between me and these old friends seems to be eroded by the flow of time, becoming increasingly fainter and lesser.

But some things are still unforgettable, especially the connected bloodlines.

Thinking of this, I glanced at him again.

But the person in front of him turned his face lightly. The hand wrapped in white ribbon gently patted the horse's neck. The horse immediately turned around and walked a few steps before Liu Qinghan.

Liu Qinghan seemed to be unable to recover and looked up at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the man on the horse was leaning down, looking at the half-slightly cold mask, and said softly: "Little junior brother, it's been a long time since we saw each other."

Liu Qinghan was originally looking at him in a daze, but when he heard this, he immediately opened his eyes wide in shock.

"you--"

"I know something about you," the bandaged hand stretched out again and gently patted Liu Qinghan's shoulder: "Don't worry, we have a lot of time to get familiar with each other slowly. You will remember who I am."

Liu Qinghan looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, and after a while, he said, "I seem to know who you are."

"Is that true?"

Seeing them looking at each other calmly, for some reason, I felt a little exhausted.

Looking back on the day when he and I were cheating in the exam, Liu Qinghan held me in his arms and rode his horse wildly. At that time, I felt my heart beating like thunder. In order to hide myself, I asked him several times - who taught you equestrianism.

And his answer was only one sentence after another—

You don't know anything.

If he still had memories now, if he had a little impression of the past, he would probably laugh at his certainty.

How could I not recognize this person?

Liu Qinghan, it turns out that sometimes, you are not all right.

At this time, some people followed him from the place where he rushed in. In addition to the monks who caught up, there were also some people in attendant costumes. As soon as they came forward, they immediately said carefully: "Young Master!"

The pale young man raised his hand holding the whip and waved it lightly twice, and the people immediately calmed down.

Several monks followed him and frowned and said, "This donor, Tianmu Temple cannot be used. No matter who you are, please dismount!"

He said nothing and turned over directly from the horse's back. His movements were very smooth, but when he landed, he unexpectedly staggered two steps and almost fell. The entourage he brought immediately stepped forward and supported him: "Young Master!"

"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."

Before he could speak, he covered his mouth and coughed irresistibly.

Moreover, the more he coughed, the more he felt. The sound gave people the feeling that someone was hammering him hard in his body. The muffled sound made me feel as if he was coughing so hard that his internal organs were about to ulcerate. Seeing that he was almost unable to stand up, the monks were also scared. After a while, he said carefully: "Donor, are you okay?"

At this time, the fearless monk came over, looked at him, and waved at the people: "You all go down, you don't have to worry about it here."

"Uncle Fearless, but he—"

"He is not an outsider!" Wuwei frowned and said in a rough voice: "He is the son of Master Zhengjue!"

As soon as he said that, the young monks around him immediately gasped in shock.

Even Pei Yuanxiu widened his eyes in disbelief and turned to look at me.

I looked at the person who was bent down with coughing, and was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

Yes, the thin, even a bit sick man in front of me is Monk Zhengjue, my second uncle's child, and the son of the Yan family - Yan Qinghan.

Yan, Qing, Han.

I silently recited these three words in my heart. When I raised my head, he had already taken the handkerchief from the servant to cover his mouth, barely stopping his cough.

He raised his head and said to Wuwei Monk: "Thank you."

The fearless monk looked at him a few more times, but he didn't say anything else. The old monks had slowly walked over, looked at Yan Qinghan, and said, "Donor, you are here."

"I heard that my father passed away and I came to see him off. I just offended him, and I hope he will forgive me."

"Don't dare."

"Since the donor has come to see Zhengjue off, then—it's fine."

After they said that, they all waved their hands. The two monks who had already walked under the high platform, holding torches also came over. They both kept their heads down, looking very cautious. One of them had handed the torches in their hands to Yan Qinghan without waiting for the order.

Yan Qinghan said lightly: "Thank you."

The two monks bowed, took a few steps back, and retreated into the crowd.

At this moment, the entire Tianmu Temple and the entire pagoda forest became quiet.

Only the thud of heartbeat in my chest and the torch in Yan Qinghan's hand, and the sound of Bi Bo when it burned. He held the torch high and slowly walked to the platform.

Zhengjue's body was sitting upright, with his eyes hanging down, as if he was sympathetic to the Buddha who was looking at the mediocre people in the world.

And his son stood in the ten feet of worldly world and looked up at him.

A gust of wind blew, and the corner of the clothes of the great monk who was sitting upright on the platform was lifted up again.

Yan Qinghan had no expression on his face. He raised his hand and wanted to throw the torch into the pile of firewood under the platform.

At this moment, I, who was standing beside him, stretched out my hand and grabbed his wrist.

It was at this moment that I felt that his wrist was so thin, as if there was only a handful of bones left, almost thinner than the wrists of me, a woman. He was caught by me and turned to look at me, but he was very calm and asked, "There is still something that has not been finished?"

I thought about it and said, "You haven't seen your second uncle for so long, and you have nothing to say to him?"

He also thought for a while and said, "My heart is the same, what else can I say?"

"Where is the second uncle?"

“…”

"Has he been the same over the years?"

“…”

This time, Yan Qinghan slowly turned around and looked at me directly. There was a constant calm on his pale face: "He is naturally changing."

"Oh? What is it?"

Yan Qinghan turned his head and looked at his father on the high platform, and the faint soft rouge color. After a while, he said lightly: "His sin is full today."

“…!”

My heart suddenly jumped, and I felt that the wrist suddenly exerted force. I couldn't grasp him at all and was almost overturned by him. Yan Qinghan had already thrown the torch in his hand into the pile of firewood.

Suddenly, a fire soared into the sky before my eyes.

A hot wave of heat that almost burned people to ashes came. I almost subconsciously took a step back, but saw Yan Qinghan, standing next to the high platform, only a few feet away from the flames, as if she was a sculpture, motionless.

The sky-sky fire illuminated every corner of the Tallinn and the pale face of everyone. Only him, his pale face was so calm and unwavering from beginning to end, as if it was a thousand years of ice that could not melt.
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