The spring sun is shining brightly.
The weather in southern Xinjiang has always been sunny and rainy, but it has been raining lightly in the past few days, and the river outside the city has been rising continuously. The creeks in the mountains and forests can be seen with the naked eye overflowing into the surrounding vegetation. The clear stream flows among hundreds of thousands of greens, over the black stones that have been soaked smooth by the stream water all year round, and ripples in the sun.
Halfway up the mountainside where birds were chirping, the pattering rain kept falling on the eaves, dripping onto the ground and causing a not too big splash.
A female voice that sounded a little painful came from inside the house. A young man holding his hair in a square cloth rubbed his hands and walked back and forth under the eaves anxiously. Beside him, an elderly man with gray hair patted him on the head. The strong arms comforted her: "Don't worry, Gesang, Aina will be fine."
"Abba, it's been a day and a night. I'm really worried that Aina won't be able to hold on."
The raindrops falling under the eaves seemed to gradually become smaller. When the last drop of rain fell on the ground, a bright rainbow appeared in the sky, piercing the sky. The bright sunshine instantly brightened, making everyone sway. eyes.
The white-haired old man stretched out his hand to block his eyes, but the dazzling light still passed through his fingertips and shone on his face.
A baby's cry came loudly from the room.
"Wow---"
People under the eaves looked into the house in surprise.
The door was opened with a creak, and a middle-aged woman rushed out of the room. Her skirt was stained with blood, and her face was covered with a square cloth. She couldn't help but smile: "Congratulations, it's a girl."
Before he finished speaking, the wrinkled face of the white-haired old man instantly lost all color.
Gesang beside him didn’t know what was going on yet, so he started jumping up and down excitedly. As he jumped, he stretched out his hand to pull the white-haired old man’s arm, “Abba, listen, it’s a female doll. Aina’s daughter must be She is a very beautiful girl doll.”
After Gesang finished speaking excitedly, he noticed that the white-haired old man's face had turned pale, and he became flustered for no reason. His joy instantly faded: "Abba, what's wrong with you? Aina gave birth to a daughter. Are you unhappy? ?”
"Silly boy," the white-haired old man stretched out his wrinkled hand to cover Gesang's hand holding his arm, and held him tightly, "Have you forgotten the curse of our family? You were born At that time, my father thought that we had escaped this disaster after all, but now it seems that we are probably unable to avoid it."
As soon as he said this, Gesang's expression changed instantly. How could he have forgotten this matter? There were always very few people in the Taji family. When he was a child, he always hoped that his father would do something for him again. He gave birth to a younger brother and sister, but his father seemed to be evasive all the time, so he grew up alone.
But one day, he overheard the conversation between his father and his mother, and he finally understood what they were worried about. He was afraid that from the day Aina became pregnant, his father would be worried about her giving birth to a daughter.
"Gelsang." Aina's weak voice came from inside the house.
Gesang hurriedly ran into the room. The woman who was half lying on the bed had just given birth. Next to her was her daughter who had just given birth. She was carefully wrapped in a quilt. The blood on her face had already been wiped clean. Get white skin.
Gesang's hand gently touched the girl's cheek, as if she felt the love from her father. The newly born girl opened her eyes and giggled. Her blue eyes were like an endless sea. .
There was a clang, and the door was blown open by a gust of wind.
The originally bright sky outside the house gradually turned gray. The white-haired old man standing outside the door glanced at the sky in fear. A large dark cloud unexpectedly drifted over at some point, covering up the originally beautiful sky.
The dust suddenly rose up from nowhere and went straight towards the white-haired old man, causing him to take a few steps back in pain and hit the door panel hard. The bones in his back seemed to make a creaking sound.
In the room, Gesang tightly hugged Aina, who was still lying on the bed, with his right hand. He reached out to hug his daughter, who was lying on the bed, when a gust of wind blew in. The wind was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes at all. When he opened his eyes again, there was still half a shadow of the female doll beside the bed.
"My daughter." Aina's scream echoed through the sky.
Gesang put down Aina in his arms, rushed out of the room, and helped Abba who was knocked aside.
Only a few steps away from the cabin, a blood-red robe was flying in the strong wind.
In the hands of the man in the robe, there was a cute female doll waiting to look directly at him with blue eyes. He gently touched the girl's cheek with his hand, and the girl giggled.
"Leader." The white-haired old man looked pale, but when he saw the person coming, he still bowed down respectfully.
"Ge Yi, I'm here today to pick up my teaching saint."
Gesang heard the words of the man in red and shouted anxiously: "My daughter has just been born, why did you take her away?"
Upon hearing this, Ge Yi immediately turned around and angrily said, "Shut up."
A strong wind seemed to come to life and rushed towards Gesang.
With a snap, Gesang turned his face away in pain, leaving a clear mark on his cheek.
"You were supposed to die at my hands when you were born. It was Ge Yi who interceded for you, so I let you go. Because your religion has not had a saint in the past twenty years, what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me."
Ge Yi quickly stood in front of Gesang and bent down deeply: "Master, please calm down."
"Saint Ayouduo, I took her away."
The man in red clothes and black hair turned around and glanced at the two people not far behind him with faint eyes.
Suddenly, a gust of wind raised countless amounts of sand and dust.
The red figure gradually disappeared into the sand.
The sky seemed to be no longer bright and became darker and darker.
The torch on the wall was still burning, the orange flame flickering on and off.
The white robe embroidered with gentian flowers silently dragged through the deserted black corridor. Qing Ling suddenly stopped in front of the door of a stone room.
Gu Jianghe, who had been following him, also stopped.
"Are you mentally prepared?" Qing Ling tilted her head slightly and suddenly asked this sentence, but he didn't seem to want to know any answer, so he stretched out his hand and pushed open the stone door.
The heavy stone door was in his hand, but as soft as cotton wool. Qingling's hand touched it lightly, and the stone door opened to both sides with a creak.
A biting chill rushed straight towards Gu Jianghe, making her shiver uncontrollably and making her tremble all over. In such a hot place in southern Yunnan, there can be such a cold place.
After hesitating for a while, Gu Jianghe walked in. The cold air in the room caused a light mist to form on the surrounding walls.
After entering the stone house, she discovered that there was a crystal clear crystal coffin placed in the center of the room.
There was no open fire in the room, and the only light was the light reflected from the crystal coffin.
Qingling slowly walked to the front of the crystal coffin, put her hand in, as if stroking something gently, and kept mumbling to herself: "My Ayouduo, I will give you this year's gift." I brought you a birthday gift, you will definitely like it, right?"
The cold air in the room made Gu Jianghe's face look very pale, and his hands clenched tightly under his sleeves could not stop trembling.
As if she had exhausted all her strength, she slowly moved to the crystal coffin step by step.
The woman in the coffin fell into her eyes.
Her long black hair hangs down from both sides, and she wears a forehead ornament unique to women in southern Xinjiang. Her skin color is as pale as a death, and her lips have no color at all.
is her!
When the face of the woman in the coffin overlapped with the face in memory, the little blood remaining between her lips disappeared without a trace in an instant.
…
"Xingwan, Xingchen, come here and eat the fruit." A young woman with her hair in a woman's bun carefully washed the fruit on her hands in the stream, took out the handkerchief in her arms, wiped it carefully, and looked into the distance He waved his hand.
On the grass not far away, a boy who looked to be only about ten years old was running happily with his legs crossed, holding a handful of freshly picked daisies in his hand. Behind the boy, a smaller girl stumbled after him. She was obviously too young to catch up with the boy in front of her.
She stopped, curled her mouth, and rolled her crystal-clear eyes, which were filled with tears instantly, and she was about to cry.
ah---
"Okay, okay." The boy hurriedly ran to the girl, picked up his sleeve and tried to wipe away the tears on the girl's face, but she pushed her away with her hands. The boy had no choice but to accept his fate and remove the daisy from his hand. He picked out the largest and most beautiful one among the flowers, put it in the girl's bun, and said flatteringly, "Good sister, don't be angry with your brother, okay? This flower is for you."
The woman walked from the stream to the two children, handed them the fruit in her hands, and rubbed their heads with her hands: "Okay, come and eat the fruit."
The wind blew across the grass, and the mountains of daisies swayed left and right in the wind.
The stream gurgled behind me, making the sound of hitting stones.
Under the sun, the woman's face was bright and bright, and her blue eyes were like the endless sea.
It's her, it's really her.
Gu Jianghe tightly grasped the skirt of his chest with his hands, feeling a severe pain coming out of his chest.
It had been ten years, and the memory that had disappeared from her mind for ten years rushed out again.
Cold sweat flowed freely from her forehead, dripped on the crystal coffin, and instantly turned into a wisp of white smoke.
At dawn, she finally remembered her name.
"From now on, you will join my family and change your name to Gu Jianghe. Your previous name died on that rainy night. Do you understand?" In the eyes of the young girl, only Miwu's bright clothes were embroidered with colorful embroidery. Peony flowers as red as fire seemed to grow out of the dress, swaying in the wind.
"Yes, Master." The girl kneeling on the ground kowtowed deeply.
The name that her master had rejected when she entered the Medicine King Valley, she thought she would never think of this name again in her life.
Qing Ling looked at Gu Jianghe's forehead with bursting veins and actually laughed: "Your reaction is much more interesting than I thought."
His vision went dark, and Gu Jianghe finally couldn't bear it anymore, closed his eyes and passed out.
At the last moment when she fell to the ground, Qing Ling's figure moved and stretched out her hand to catch her.
