Laughing at the vanity, the moonlight is like washing

The laughter that passed away quietly, flying flowers

Zhao Zixuan and others followed behind the old monk, looking at everything around them from time to time. Zhao Zixuan was curious, how could such a beautiful place be in such a mountain, besides, it looked like spring inside, and it was cold outside. Winter is strange, very strange, but after thinking about it, she can come through, and there is nothing strange about it.

The old monk led the crowd to a place, turned around, and smiled peacefully, "Master Zhao and this donor Murong, let's go in with Lao Na. The others are waiting here." The old monk looked at Zhao Zixuan and then turned to look at him. Murong Longcheng, the two looked at each other, and finally nodded and followed the old monk in.

The old monk took them into a small room. There was only a stone basin the size of a washbasin in the center of the room. Zhao Zixuan stepped forward curiously, but was pulled by the old monk, "Don't worry, don't worry, The old man still has something to say, if you look at the water inside without authorization, your soul may not be protected."

Having said that, Zhao Zixuan instantly felt cold and took a few steps back to the side.

"Master Zhao, can you think about your own return?" The old monk said, and then he kept stroking the water in the stone basin with his hands, gently and regularly, with his eyes focused.

Looking back at Murong Longcheng, Zhao Zixuan nodded, "After thinking about it, what should I do, Master?"

The old monk said nothing, and looked up at Murong Longcheng, "Master Murong, the destiny is like this, wait a minute, don't be too excited, and when you see it, don't be too sad, people die and live, come and go without taking a moment. It's good to look down on the dust."

Murong Longcheng suddenly realized something, took Zhao Zixuan's hand, and looked at the old monk with wide eyes, "Master, what are you talking about?"

"Let's go, Shizhu Zhao has worked so hard, just for you to live, and everything goes according to the fate." The old monk's movements suddenly accelerated, regardless of Murong Longcheng's words, he suddenly raised his head to look at Zhao Zixuan, "It's now, come here quickly."

"No, no, Zhao Zixuan, you can't go." Murong Longcheng hugged Zhao Zixuan tightly, he could feel her body slowly, getting softer and weaker, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became weaker.

"Longcheng, it turns out that we have loved each other. It turns out that everything I did was worth it." Zhao Zixuan smiled and slowly closed her eyes. The constant rippling of the water buries her last voice.

"No!" Murong Longcheng tried to reach out to grab her, but the old monk stretched out his hand and pulled her, a dry heat running through his body, "Forget it."

Hearing a scream in the room, Ji Tianxiang couldn't stand anymore, he rushed in first, kicked the door, and watched Murong Longcheng's body slowly slide down, there were still wet tears in the corners of his eyes, and Zhao Zixuan's body was already gone. He was paralyzed on the ground, what else did he care about, "Monk, what did you do to them?"

The old monk's hand was still stroking, his eyes were tightly closed, "Amitabha, forget it."

Zhao Zixuan felt as if her body was being stirred by a washing machine, spinning constantly, and suddenly it became dark before her eyes, and she didn't know anything. After sleeping for an unknown time, she felt that her body lacked a trace of strength, her eyelids seemed to be filled with heavy lead, and she struggled to open them slowly.

White, the smell of formalin, this is the smell that can only be found in the hospital, looking around, a familiar face appeared in front of me, and weakly said, "Mom," tears came down, she came back, she came back Now, she is Zhao Qian.

Zhao's mother covered her mouth, her eyes full of excitement, she stood up and shouted, "Doctor, doctor, my daughter is awake."

A few white coats rushed over to hear the sound, and an old doctor who was over fifty years old seemed very excited, "A miracle, a miracle in the world, child, just wake up."

Zhao Qian was messed up, and finally she asked Zhao's mother what happened to know that she encountered a big sandstorm while exploring the desert and almost lost her life. When she was sent to the hospital for rescue, she fell into a deep coma. , waited out of the operating room and was sentenced to be in a vegetative state. Zhao's mother cried and nearly fainted, but she didn't give up. She accompanied her daughter in the hospital every day, just waiting for the miracle to be born.

Zhao Qian listened, tears streaming down hard, holding her mother's hand, "Mom, how long have I slept?"

"It's been three years." At this moment, Mother Zhao was really convinced that her daughter was awake and her emotions were calmed down.

Three years, isn't that the time when you are there? Turns out all this is true.

After recovering from her illness, Zhao Qian was brought home by her mother and lived in the warm home in the past. She slowly calmed down in her heart, stopped thinking about it, and just came back, started a new life, and stayed by her mother's side.

Home is always the warmest place where people can find their belongings. Zhao Zixuan eats the food made by her mother and feels the warmth of her father. A piece of news was playing on the TV, and some cultural relics were found in a certain place. One of the amber jasper hairpins was rare and valuable in the world. When Zhao Qian watched it, her tears could not be controlled. Zhao's mother watched it. After sighing, after eating, he carried his father Zhao and dragged his daughter into the house.

"My child, my mother is a past person. I haven't seen anything. In the past few years when you were in a coma, your mother was by your side every day. Sometimes, you would suddenly speak, but when the doctor was called, she said that you didn't wake up. , Mommy remembers what you said, and believe it if you don't believe it, child, have you gone somewhere else?" Although Mama Zhao is a modern person, she has experienced what happened to her daughter, and she does feel different. things exist.

Zhao Qian nodded, recounted her own experience, and wiped her tears, "That hairpin was given to me by Murong Longcheng. If it appears now, does it mean that I am dead there too." The more I think about it, the more sad it is, but, helpless.

The mother and wife hugged each other and cried in the dark. Mother Zhao seemed to have made up her mind and patted the child on the back, "Tomorrow we will go to see the archaeological site, and mother will accompany you."

Zhao's father didn't know that Haohao and his wife were arguing about going to that remote city overnight. Zhao's mother reassured him and took Zhao Qian on the train to that small town.

In the small town, because of the unearthed valuable cultural relics, Zhao Qian and her mother came to visit and found the temporary storage museum. There are many cultural relics in it, but the hairpin was placed there. In the most obvious position, Zhao Qian rushed forward, lying on the glass wall, tears could not stop flowing, took her mother's hand, and whimpered in a low voice, "Mom, it's it, it's it, I won't see it wrong."

Mother Zhao soothed the child and watched the hairpin lying quietly in the display cabinet. A small bright light emanated from the depths of the hairpin, Zhao's mother fixed her eyes, thought she had read it wrong, and rubbed her eyes, the bright child said, "Qianqian, Qianqian, look at it, what's on it?"

Zhao Qian raised her head and looked in the direction of Zhao's mother's finger. She was also shocked by the things in front of her. She covered her mouth and her eyes were blurred with tears. "Mom, does it know that I'm here? Does it?"

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The people in the museum looked at the young girl, weeping and looking at the hairpin, all of them felt strange.

An old man with white hair came up and stood beside Zhao Qian and Zhao's mother, staring at the hairpin. "Does the girl know the origin of this hairpin?"

Zhao Qian bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes were sad, and she nodded, "I know."

As expected, the old man nodded, "Come with me, girl, there are some things I want to ask you."

Zhao's mother had a heart, and did not say that she rejected the old man's words. When he turned his head, she still asked Zhao Qian a few words. Following the old man to a studio, Zhao Qian and his mother sat on a chair. The old man whispered a few words to a staff member next to him, and sat on a chair as well.

"Girl, let me tell you what I know, that hairpin doesn't belong to any era, right? The cultural relics unearthed with it are all products of the Yuan Dynasty, only the hairpin is not, start I'm also curious, it's the first time I've seen such a rare blood-colored amber jade with such exquisite workmanship. I saw the girl today, and I guessed a similar one, presumably the girl must have been there." The old man's words tapped. Zhao Qian's heart nodded weakly, but she did not deny everything.

"There, it doesn't belong to any dynasty, I'm allowed not to say the name there, I have indeed been there, but my soul has been there, and that hairpin was given to me by the person I love the most. , I don't know why it appeared here," Zhao Qian calmed down and said it simply and clearly.

The old man fell into deep thought, and a knock on the door interrupted their respective thoughts. A staff member walked in with a square wooden box in his hand, gave the things to the old man, and turned around and walked out. The old man opened the box, took out the hairpin, and handed it to Zhao Qian, "Girl, look now, is it yours?"

Zhao Qian took the hairpin, nodded, and fondly rubbed her hands, "Yes, that's it." Tears fell on the hairpin drop by drop, and the faint light slowly became brighter and brighter. The old man watched nervously, Pointing at the hairpin, "Girl, what's going on?"

How could Zhao Qian know what was going on? She shook her head vigorously. After the light of the hairpin shone brightly, it quickly disappeared and returned to her usual appearance. The old man frowned and hesitated again and again, "Girl, since this hairpin belongs to you, take it back. As for other things, please follow me to go through some formalities."

When came out, the lights were already bright outside. Zhao Qian and her mother stayed in a hotel. When it was quiet at night, Zhao Qian took out the hairpin. Tears were still flowing, silently, but she was caught by Zhao's mother. inside. (To be continued)