Monument of Life and Death

   Silence.

  At this moment when condolences should be expressed, no one knows what to say.

  Sad words are always useless, and Xia Hua probably doesn't want to listen to them.

  Emotions ferment in silence.

  At this moment, Qin Yin let out a small scream.

  When everyone looked at her, Qin Yin still covered her mouth.

   "Miss Xiaoyin, what's wrong?" Xiaolan asked quietly.

   "Baomu and the others... oh..." Qin Yin waved his hands, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal."

"so it is…"

"The connection between Baomu and Wenling has been disconnected," Qin Yin scratched his head and pouted, "It's already amazing that they can persist for so long, but I don't know if they disconnected on their own initiative or because of some other force." The influence of it... I hate it, it really makes people feel uneasy..."

  ***

   "Baomu...Baomu!..."

   "Baomu..."

  The first feeling that Baomu recovered was hearing.

  The calls of the fool and Wenling have a direction, and Baomu finally knows where he should go in the darkness.

   Not long after, the sense of touch also recovered.

  Bao Mu felt that the fool was shaking his shoulders desperately, while Wen Ling's hand was grasping his own, and the palms of both of them were full of warm sweat.

  Brother Fool...you are really strong, your shoulders...

Snapped! Snapped!

ah! Brother Fool actually started to slap himself.

  Bao Mu's face was in hot pain, he complained while running hard in the darkness on his side.

  The last thing to restore is vision.

  Open your eyes and the darkness disappears.

  Baomu finally saw the fool and Wenling.

   There are only three of them.

  Bao Mu sat up awkwardly, and just about to speak, his sore face and toothache stopped him.

   "Oops... ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

   Baomu covered his face, looking at the fool with tears in his eyes.

Wen Ling was choked up for a long time, seeing that Baomu finally woke up, she hugged Baomu's other arm and began to cry bitterly, crying and crying, as if she felt that men and women could not accept each other, so she could only feel a little embarrassed He let go of Baomu's arm, and replaced it with carefully grabbing the corner of his clothes, shrinking aside and crying.

   "It's a good thing you're back," the idiot's eyes turned red, "you scared us both to death."

   Baomu thought that I was fine, but I was almost slapped to death by your big ear, but he said, "But Xiaoyin hasn't come back yet."

   "After all, space is Xiaoyin's specialty. In this regard, I believe her," the fool cleared his throat, swallowing the fragility in his voice, "I hope she has found the Taoist leader."

   "What if..." Wen Ling said.

   Wen Ling's pupils became even lighter in color, as if they had faded from crying.

  Of course, Wen Ling couldn't say more, but they all understood what she meant.

"There are no what-ifs, we can't think about what-ifs now," the fool said forcefully, avoiding Wen Ling's eyes, "There are too many what-ifs now, if we think about them one by one, we can't do anything .”

   "Otherwise... I'll try again..." Baomu said, "Maybe this time I can..."

   "Bao Mu, you have tried three times," the idiot said earnestly, "Look at your current state, and even if you can hold on, Wen Ling's body can't hold on anymore."

The eyes of the two shifted to Wen Ling. Wen Ling's fair complexion had turned pale and blue. After the twists and turns in the past few days, Wen Ling, who was already slender, lost a lot of weight. Now she looks thin and pitiful , It's like a little beggar who has been hungry for several days.

  Wen Ling lowered her head. Although she was embarrassed, she seemed to agree with the fool's words.

  The three of them were relatively silent, only the birds outside the window were chirping and jumping.

  They sat in the room where the Taoist priest and the others disappeared, looking at the bare tree branches outside the window, thinking hard, searching hard.

   In the off-season of tourism, several nearby rooms are empty.

  It was desolate.

  Wen Ling pointed out the window and let out a crisp cry.

"Snow!"

   "Snow?" The fool frowned, "Is it snowing?"

  The three got up and came to the window, looked at it for a long time, then Baomu nodded and said, "Ah, yes, it's snowing."

   While talking, the snow fell more and more, and gradually, the sky turned white.

   "It's only October now, and it's snowing," the fool murmured, "It's really strange, there are too many strange things this year..."

"Besides, this is still in the south. For southerners, this kind of heavy snow should be rare," Baomu rubbed his hands, and said, "The temperature is still very high, it shouldn't snow...Qing Ling, you Did you find anything?"

  Wen Ling's brows and eyes trembled slightly, as if thinking of something that shocked her.

  Wenling heard Baomu's question, her gaze retracted, she looked at Baomu and the idiot, thought for a while, and shook her head.

   "Wen Ling, if you have something on your mind, you must tell us," said the idiot, "Now we are the only three who depend on each other, and we must tell each other everything."

   Baomu also nodded, "You can speak slowly."

   Before Wen Ling could answer, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

  The three of them turned around in unison, exchanged glances, and ran over one after another.

  After opening the door and finding that the person outside the door was the proprietress of the hotel, the disappointment on the faces of the three of them couldn't even be concealed.

  The proprietress was holding two quilts in her hands. Seeing the appearance of the three of them, the corners of her mouth trembled, and she said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm not your friend."

   "No, no..." The fool hurriedly apologized, "This is..."

"Oh, it's not... I see it's snowing outside, and the temperature is probably going to cool down tonight, so I thought of coming over to give you two quilts," said the proprietress, "If you need anything, you can call us on the landline over there at any time. We are always here."

   "Okay, thank you big sister," the idiot took the quilt, "big sister, it started snowing on the bridge this season."

   "What's more, I have never seen snow in my life, let alone such a heavy snow," the eldest sister opened the chatter box, and said quickly, "This year is really strange."

   Baomu and Shazi glanced at each other, while Wenling was in a daze.

   "Something is going to happen this year," the proprietress said to herself when she saw that a few people were silent, "No, I have to go to the bridge to pay my respects when I have time."

   "There is no temple on the bridge?" The fool suddenly remembered something, "By the way, big sister, is that the temple that our friends have been to?"

   "Yes, that's the one," said the proprietress, "Have you been there?"

   "We... haven't done it yet," the fool said, "Sister, I heard it's very accurate there."

   "Yes, very accurate," the proprietress said with a smile, "You can also make a wish, maybe you can find your friends."