Chapter 30 Chapter Five: Fu Hongxue's Home

Lhasa. Embracing the green hills and the green water, the palaces and battlements in the distance can be seen vaguely, the blue sky is like washing, thousands of miles of clouds, the white Potala Palace looks like pure silver under the scorching sun, and when the sun sets, it looks like silver again. become bright as gold. Fu Hongxue had never imagined that there would be such a beautiful place in the borderlands beyond the Great Wall, the beauty was so glorious and mysterious, the beauty was so confusing, and the beauty was so intoxicating. The palace is 40 feet high and 120 feet wide, with continuous and winding battlements, towering castles on the rocks, ancient temples, meditation rooms, steles, pavilions, and innumerable windows and curtains. The magnificent and harmonious.

The whole of Lhasa looks like a dream, not like a myth. Fu Hongxue couldn't help but also bewildered. —Where are the wind chimes?Has she returned to the "Wind Bell House"? ——What if Feng Ling is by his side now?Why can't a person forget the person he wants to forget when he is moved by "beauty"?Why do people still have a hard time forgetting things they should?A city is like leather, with a smooth and beautiful side and a rough and ugly side.The street market outside Dazhao Temple is the other side of Lhasa. Garbage and excrement littered the streets, crowds of old beggars, wearing ragged clothes, shaved heads, bare feet, crawling in the dust, muttering their six-character mantra "Erba Uh Ba Moo", waiting for alms from pedestrians and pilgrims.

Su Mingming brought Fu Hongxue to this street because Fu Hongxue said to her: "I don't want to live in your house, and I don't want to live in a place that is too ostentatious." That's how Su Mingming brought Fu Hongxue to this street, because there was an inn that was really unremarkable and rarely visited by people. The name of this inn is also unique, and you will feel the same when you look at it. The name of this inn is "Less Come Inn". The name of the store is unique, and the owner of the store is usually also a unique person. The owner of "Less Come Inn" is a middle-aged man in his forties. Although his appearance is no different from ordinary people, whenever someone stays in the inn and has no money to pay the bill the next day, he will definitely look at that person with a blank face. The man said: "You go! Remember, don't come here next time."

Such a person, do you think he is a terrific person? The guest room of "Shaolai Inn" is the same as the inn in Jiangnan, an ordinary room, an ordinary oil lamp, and some ordinary furniture. But as soon as Fu Hongxue walked into the guest room of the "Less Come Inn", his blood color changed, and it became as scary as if he suddenly saw a ghost. The second ghost is not scary, and many people are not afraid of ghosts. Fu Hongxue wasn't afraid either, more so than most people. There are no ghosts in this house at all. Everything in this room is what an ordinary inn should have.

Su Mingming didn't know Fu Hongxue very well, but these two days she had seen that he was by no means a person who was easily frightened, but now she could also see that Fu Hongxue was indeed petrified. She didn't ask Fu Hongxue, "What did you see?" Because what he can see, she can also see, and nothing she sees can scare her. All she saw was a bed, a table, a few chairs, a dressing table, a wardrobe, and an oil lamp. Everything was very simple and old. What Fu Hongxue saw was the same. No one could figure out why he was so scared? —Is this room a haunted room?There are demons, goblins, ghosts, ghosts and spirits that are invisible to ordinary people hidden everywhere. No matter who walks into this room, they will be at their mercy? ——Then why doesn't Su Mingming feel anything at all? ——Could it be that Fu Hongxue is the only one that the demons, goblins, and ghosts in this room are looking for?Su Mingming really wanted to ask him why he became like this, but she didn't dare to ask.Fu Hongxue's appearance was too frightening.

The expression on his face looked like a ghost, and he sat down slowly, sitting on an old bamboo chair beside the wooden table against the wall. As soon as he sat down, the expression on his face changed again and became more complicated. Apart from fear and anger, there seemed to be a kind of tenderness and longing that would never be clear and cut. ——How could this ordinary inn room cause him to have these two extremely different emotions at the same time in an instant?Su Mingming wanted to ask again, but he still didn't dare to ask. Fu Hongxue suddenly said, "Although Yin Baifeng is not my biological mother, she has raised me for eighteen years."

Regarding the grievances between Fu Hongxue, Ye Kai and Ma Kongqun, of course Su Mingming had also heard from Xiao Bieli, so of course she knew who Yin Baifeng was. "Although she has been surrounded by hatred all her life, she is also a gentle and amiable person." Fu Hongxue murmured. Ye Kai disappeared, Ma Kongqun disappeared, and the mystery of Wanmatang has not been solved yet. How could Fu Hongxue suddenly talk about Yin Zifeng at this moment?Su Mingming wanted to ask, but she still didn't dare to ask, so she could only continue listening to Fu Hongxue. "During those eighteen years, she raised me from a child to an adult. Although she has been instilling hatred in me, she has also taken care of me lovingly." Fu Hongxue said softly, "I tell you this. This is just because I want you to know that even though Yin Baifeng is not my biological mother, she also gave me the warmth of my family."

——A person who was supposed to be an orphan suddenly had a home and tasted the warmth of home. Although the woman was not his biological mother, she also raised him. The grace of nurturing is better than the sky. Of course Su Mingming knew this truth. Fu Hongxue stood up suddenly, walked to the window, opened the window, and outside the window was already night.Facing the dark sky where the stars and the moon had not yet risen, Fu Hongxue spoke for a long time. "In those eighteen years, we lived in a stone house. There was only a bed, a table, a few chairs, a wardrobe, a dressing table, and an oil lamp in that stone house." Fu Hongxue stared into the darkness. A blank space suddenly appeared in his eyes: "These things in this room were brought from the stone house."

Su Mingming finally understood why Fu Hongxue became like that the moment he walked into this room. ——Everything in this room was moved from his and Zifeng's stone house. —Who moved it? ——Of course it must be the conspirator behind Wanmatang this time, and maybe it is also the person who made Ye Kai disappear. ——The conspirator has undoubtedly found Yin Baifeng, and now she may have fallen into the grasp of the conspirator just like Ye Kai. Su Mingming looked at Fu Hongxue at the window. Tears are about to fall, but they haven't shed. Only the deepest pain can make people have no tears to shed.

Fu Hongxue had no tears, but Su Mingming's eyes were filled with tears, because she had already understood the relationship between Fu Hongxue and Yin Baifeng. She silently watched Fu Hongxue's lonely back. After a while, she turned around suddenly and walked towards the door. Before she walked out of the room, she heard Fu Hongxue's voice: "You don't have to go." "No need to go?" Su Mingming stopped and turned around: "Do you know where I'm going? What are I going to do?" Fu Hongxue nodded: "You can't find out by asking. These things must not have been brought by this boss, and he certainly doesn't know who moved them."

The one who Su Mingming wanted to go to me was the owner of this "Less Come Inn". The oil lamp was lit at three, and the dim light immediately filled the room. Fu Hongxue was still standing by the window railing, gazing at the endless night sky. The moon is soft and the stars are shining. Is the moonlight and starlight here as charming as Fu Hongxue's stone house?Before the oil lamp was lit, Su Mingming had already left. It was Fu Hongxue who asked her to go, because tonight he had to take a good rest for a day, he had to recharge his energy, and he had to make his vigilance, sense of touch, and senses reach their peak state. Because what greets him tomorrow is an unknowable "future". The starlight is hazy, and the moonlight makes the snow on the distant mountain tops turn into pure silver, which also makes this messy street a little more romantic. Border town romance. On the messy street, crowds of people came and went, and the smell of yogurt from the shops on both sides of the street blackened by oil lamps was so strong that it was almost breathless. The pure moonlight and the unique rustling wind in the border town make people's eyes narrow again. Fu Hongxue's eyes almost became a line. Even a person made of iron can't afford a huge change in emotion, let alone being attacked by emotion and family affection at the same time in a day. Just when Fu Hongxue felt tired and wanted to rest, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure flashing past at the end of the street: a slender figure like a girl. Seeing this figure, Fu Hongxue immediately frowned, and the man immediately jumped up, flew out of the window, and chased towards the end of the street. The cold night wind whizzed past Fu Hongxue's ears, and the strange rocks in Lhasa and the unique cacti in the frontier split apart before his eyes like a miracle. In just a short while, Fu Hongxue chased that familiar figure to the wilderness.On the outskirts full of rocks and cactuses, there is an octagonal pavilion. When the figure arrives at this long pavilion, she stops immediately, and she stands quietly in the long pavilion. Fu Hongxue also stopped, stopped outside the long pavilion, looked at the slender figure in the long pavilion, a pair of eyes that were always indifferent and lonely suddenly flashed a warm light. wind chime?Is the person in the pavilion a wind chime?It must be, because the set of clothes she was wearing was the one she wore when she left that day. Fu Hongxue's heart was beating faster and faster, his lips were trembling slightly due to excitement, and he didn't know what to talk about. The night is deep, the moon is still there, the stars are hazy, and even the cold night wind seems to be as gentle as a spring breeze. "You, how are you?" Fu Hongxue really didn't know what to say, so he said these three words intermittently. The figure in the pavilion seemed to move a little bit, but didn't seem to move at all. After waiting for a long time, but seeing no movement from her, Fu Hongxue had no choice but to speak again. "You...why did you leave?" Fu Hongxue lowered his head, "The words left in the letter are not your true intentions, are they?" The people in the long pavilion suddenly sighed faintly. "We've known each other for thirteen days, and you care so much about her." There was obvious complaint in the voice of the people in the long pavilion: "Could it be that in your mind, I'm not as good as her?" There was another mournful sigh, and the person in the pavilion slowly turned around. The soft moonlight shone softly on her face, clearly reflecting the contours of her face. Only then did Fu Hongxue see clearly who she was, she was the Bai Yiling who should have been Ma Fangling. "It's you?" "Disappointed?" Zi Yiling's eyes were full of sadness: "You didn't expect it to be me?" The fiery passion disappeared in an instant, and indifference, loneliness, and a trace of pain returned to Fu Hongxue's eyes. "You showed up just in time. I wanted to find you." Fu Hongxue said coldly. "Looking for me?" Bai Yiling smiled sadly: "Ask me about Ma Kongqun?" Fu Hongxue looked at her coldly: "Who are you?" "Who am I?" Another sad smile: "Who am I?" Her faint eyes stared deeply at him: "I'm just a little bell." "Little bell?" "Little bell, little bell, if someone else shakes it, I will ring, and if others don't, I won't ring." Bai Yiling seemed to have tears in her eyes: "Little Bell, can you say this name?" Okay?" Sighing softly, it was only then that he realized that no matter whether she was Bai Yiling or Ma Fangling, she also had a bitter past. ——Why does an unhappy person always meet some unhappy people? "Everyone living in this world will inevitably be someone else's bell. You are someone else's bell, so why not me?" Fu Hongxue said calmly, "The person who rings the bell may have a rope on his body that is held by others. inside." Bai Yiling stared at him, and after a long time, she let out a long sigh: "Your person is not as cold as your appearance, why do so many people want you to die?" "But when some people die, everyone will feel very happy. When some people die, everyone will inevitably cry..." She lowered her head, and said softly, "If you die, I will definitely cry." She suddenly raised her head, looked at him, and said, "So you'd better go fast, the farther you go, the faster you go, the better." "Oh?" "Don't think that your coming to Lhasa is a secret. In fact, your every move has long been calculated by others." Bai Yiling showed concern, "If you stay in Lhasa, you will only die." Fu Hongxue suddenly stared at her with deep eyes. After watching for a long time, she even lowered her head in embarrassment. Then he said, "You go! I don't want to embarrass you anymore." "You told me to go?" "Actually, I should have known who you are long ago." Fu Hongxue said, "I originally wanted to find out their whereabouts from you, but now..." He suddenly stopped. "What about now?" Fu Hongxue didn't speak again, he just turned around, and then used his peculiar footwork to walk up step by step. "You left like this?" Fu Hongxue didn't stop. Once he started, it was very difficult to stop. Even if he knew that death was ahead, he would never stop. "If you walk like this, you will only go to death." Bai Yiling said this sentence almost shouting. "Fu Hongxue didn't seem to hear that his people had gone far away, so what if he heard it? Tears glistened with moonlight, and slowly flowed from Bai Yiling's eyes. Seeing the lonely figure disappearing into the night, her face was already full of pain. color. A strong, scarred hand held a handkerchief and gently stretched it out to Bai Yiling's face. "Forget about him, boy." As soon as Bai Yiling turned her head, she saw Ma Kongqun's sad and painful expression. He gently wiped away the tears on her cheek with a handkerchief. She couldn't help crying "Wow", and she threw herself on Ma Kongqun's chest. "Why? Why is it like this?" Ma Kongqun caressed her shoulder and said softly, "Because we are all little bells." Hearing this, Bai Yiling's crying became more painful. She bit her lip and murmured: "Father!"