Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

The master with a hat on his head pushed open the door and looked at the four people sitting in the room. One was the young lama whom he had searched for in the temple but couldn't find, one was a friend he had called to repair the house, one was the head of the Zhang family whose temperament was as pure and sacred as this white and holy, and one... a troublemaker who caused chaos in the lama temple as soon as he arrived.

Old enemy?

The master’s thoughts gradually strayed away, and he thought of the scene when the son of an old friend who had just returned from a trip brought a “young boy” into the Lama temple.

When they met for the first time, accompanied by a strange and excited cry of "Fire the home", the first thing that greeted him was a snowball bigger than his fist flying towards him in a perfect parabola. With a "pop", the snowball, which had been rolled up to be somewhat smooth, shattered on the master's equally smooth forehead and fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Master!"

“Master!!”

......

"Damn bald donkey!"

Is this the test God has given me?

With shouts of worry and fear, the master who was lying on his back looked at the clear and cloudless sky and a voice came out from his heart. The bright sunlight shone into his eyes, stinging them so much that he closed his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to hear a muttering of "bastard". The uncertain master's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still resisted opening his eyes and slowly slowed down his breathing, as if he had entered a state of dozing.

Commonly known as pretending to be dizzy.

Master: If you are still awake and have to get up by yourself, you will lose all your dignity and face.

The little lama beside him quickly helped the man up. The young man looked sideways at Zhang Xingxing who had just done something bad, and questioned her with a puzzled look. She was never the kind of person who targeted others for no reason. It was obviously her first time to leave Motuo, so it was impossible for her to have a grudge against others.

Zhang Xingxing took advantage of the chaos to grab the young man's hand and secretly took him to a deserted place.

"Young man, the baldies here, ahem, if the monks tell you about fate or some weird stuff, don't believe it." Zhang Xingxing warned worriedly. He was even more angry when he thought of the old lama who let the young man's fate take its course and even weirdly felt that he always seemed to be playing a role of fanning the flames.

She will always remember the compassionate yet ruthless eyes of the lama in that world. What do they look like?

Zhang Xingxing held his breath. It was like a fake Buddha statue that had been placed in the director's mother's room all year round. Zhang Xingxing watched her kneeling in front of it every day and praying that her lost child would have a good life and that she would be blessed to find her own child.

When Zhang Xingxing first heard these things secretly when she was a child, her first reaction was panic and rejection. If her mother really found her real daughter, would she still care about these burdens? At that time, Zhang Xingxing, who was very young, had a hard time living in awkwardness and anxiety.

However, later, when Zhang Xingxing saw the director's mother's growing white hair and the fact that she would come back empty-handed every month when she went out to look for someone, and looked at those bloodshot eyes and the strong smell of incense, he strangely tasted and developed some hope in it.

Did her relatives also pray and hope for her return all the time like the dean's mother?

So, there was one more person praying to the Buddha statue.

Little Zhang Xingxing prayed that her family would be able to find her too.

Unfortunately...the opposite happened.

The endless incense sticks and countless incense money seemed to have gone down the drain without any sound.

At one point, little Zhang Xingxing even suspected that the deity was actually deaf, or that someone had blocked its ears. For this reason, Zhang Xingxing worked hard to learn how to write, and moved a stool to stand on it to see if the ears of the Buddha were blocked with cotton.

Later, Zhang Xingxing, who had received scientific socialist education, looked at the pair of compassionate eyes that made people have no expectations, and loudly refuted the director's mother, saying that she was lying and there was no God in the world. The director's mother did not say anything after hearing her words, but smiled and touched Zhang Xingxing's head.

“That’s hope.”

At that moment, Zhang Xingxing finally became a staunch atheist fighter.

When she grew up, Zhang Xingxing was terribly determined except for a moment of hesitation when she was seeking wealth. It was not until she traveled through time that Zhang Xingxing's firm materialistic ideas were challenged as rigid as steel wire concrete, so that until now, Zhang Xingxing's two immature ideas are fighting each other.

First, the wish was not fulfilled at that time, most likely because she was worshipping the wrong god. As a Chinese, she went to worship an Indian god, which was somewhat a mismatch in territorial jurisdiction.

Second, she is likely to be a heroine in a melodramatic novel, with missing parents, an orphan, and a broken body like a poor ghost. Thinking of those weird overbearing suitors, Zhang Xingxing's mouth twitched.

Tsk, I always feel that the elements are too dense and scary.

Now, Zhang Xingxing, who has traveled through time and is now in the Republic of China and has experienced several copies of the plot, has realized that the real script is - is it possible that she is actually a fantasy heroine who traveled through time and space and drifted to another world?

His thoughts gradually drifted away, and when he finally thought of something, Zhang Xingxing shuddered strangely. Retracting his thoughts, Zhang Xingxing remembered that another "male protagonist" with a miserable life was still around, and he strangely felt a little pity for him because of the same suffering.

Thinking of the story she rewrote, Zhang Xingxing, who had just come to Medog to check the results, felt a flash of excitement in her heart. She rubbed her hands excitedly, pulled the boy inside, and asked curiously.

"Brother, where is Bai Ma's mother?"