[Notes on Tomb Raiders] Return to Wushan

Zhang Qiling closed his eyes, not feeling sleepy, the two people next to him were talking non-stop, the voice gradually changed from communicating to a girl's crying, but it fell into Zhang Qiling's ears, and everything became noisy.

He has nothing to do with the outside world, but also related.

Wu Xie was lying one meter away, sleeping soundly. Zhang Qiling recalled the scene just now, feeling a little dazed in his heart. He was not ignorant of what he was doing. He was not an emotional person, but his body movements couldn't help Heart, just like the countless times he has been granted by heaven.

He felt that he should do this, so he did it. In fact, he didn't think about anything in his heart, or he didn't know if he thought about it.

Zhang Qiling half-opened his eyes, and Wu Xie's figure fell into his eyes. When did it start? He became a little different from before. Avoiding trouble is his usual practice. Back then, even in the face of several rescues Wu Xie, who lived his own life, also resolutely rejected his request to go with him, and embarked on the journey of fate alone.

But this time, he couldn't do it. Originally, he planned to stop it and let them return to their own lives after Wumeng Mountain, but the girl told him when he was in Beijing that if he did this, it would be tantamount to ruining Wumeng Mountain. Evil, he knew what the girl said was true.

He was rarely shaken.

It was this wavering that almost killed Wu Xie. If Wu Xie died just now, what would happen to him? Zhang Qiling couldn't think of an answer. Maybe he would bury Wu Xie in a hurry and continue to complete this operation calmly. A person will probably become a little knot in his heart and stay in his life forever.

Zhang Qiling felt a bit of a headache, he closed his eyes again, and the scene in front of him turned into Wu Xie grabbing his hand before he died, telling him to live a good life, and an indescribable feeling gradually spread in his heart, like ants gnawing Food, small and weak, hurts.

No, it's not like this. If Wu Xie died, he wouldn't be like this. A thought suddenly popped up like a bubble. The outer protective film was broken, but inside was the truest heart.

Zhang Qiling realized that he was deceiving himself.

For a long time, when he was sober, he understood that he had no right to stay in any one place. He was burdened with an invisible pressure. This force drove him all the time, making him keep moving forward. In his eyes There is no scenery, no galaxy, only purpose, he has no love, no love, the joys and sorrows of others, can't even stir up ripples in his heart, this is what he used to be.

He suddenly realized how different he was. The reason why he never raised his head when he was wearing starlight was because no matter how vast the night sky was, it had nothing to do with him. Now it was different. He faced thousands of lights, He clearly knew that one of the flames belonged to him.

Someone came against the light and held a lamp for him.

Wu Xie seemed to connect him with his own hands, the umbilical cord between him and this world, Zhang Qiling remembered a dream he had repeatedly had before, he rarely dreamed, so he remembered every dream clearly.

In the dream, he guarded the bronze gate for ten years. Wu Xie paid a lot of price to welcome him out as promised. There are 17 scars on Wu Xie's arm, representing every failure of Wu Xie. The 18th time, Wu Xie Xie's throat was cut and thrown off the cliff, but this time, Wu Xie finally succeeded. Ten years later, they lived in seclusion in a mountain village. Wu Xie has too many things, his health, his sense of smell, his innocence and purity, as Mu An said, Wu Xie put his whole life into it.

Zhang Qiling was unwilling to face such a result, it was too heavy for Wu Xie, Wu Xie had already paid too much, far beyond what he could bear.

Therefore, this time Zhang Qiling did not choose to face everything alone, this was his first kiss to the world.

Because of Wu Xie.

The author has something to say:

Before I knew it, it was already [-] words. This is the first time I have written a novel. In fact, I saw that the theft of pens was already seven years ago, but as the story deepened, I felt as if I had returned to seven years ago. , When my blood boiled for stealing pens, seven years seemed like a flash.

This special is written for Zhang Qiling. No.1 claims that other characters cannot be fully displayed, so I added a short story from a third perspective, which pays tribute to the actual world of pen theft through dreams. I haven’t finished it yet. "Sand Sea" and "Hidden Sea Flower", because I can't bear it, but when I watch the restart, I can still feel that Wu Xie has really paid a lot for my little brother. I have thought more than once, if my little brother can foresee the future As a result, he will make a different choice, so I put this idea into my story.

I have met a few people who came from the book and gave me a jar of drunkenness and dreams. I fell drunk with a cup and have been drunk for many years since then.

(Late Night Wang Yiyun, thank you again for those who liked this novel, let’s clink glasses again when it’s over!)