Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

The young man sat quietly in the yard, his posture exactly the same as when Zhang Xingxing first saw him in the bamboo forest on a moonlit night, which made her dazed for a moment.

It seems like nothing has changed, and yet it seems like everything has changed.

She brushed her hair, and the wind blew across her cheeks, making them a little itchy. Then she tiptoed into the kitchen and came out with something in her hand.

The young man tensed up when he heard someone approaching, but relaxed when he heard footsteps that sounded like Zhang Xingxing. He originally thought Zhang Xingxing was looking for him, but he didn't expect to see her sneaking into the kitchen.

The guy is depressed and autistic.

Zhang Xingxing came out and saw that the boy who had just admired the moon with a calm face had become wilted. She looked up at the not-so-bright moon today. Why, could it be that the moon would become dry like the sun after being exposed to the sun for too long?

She took the oil lamp from the kitchen and placed it between the two of them, then took out a lighter from her trouser pocket and lit it. Then she gave the boy a carrot from the kitchen and nibbled on the one in her hand. It was quite sweet.

Moon-watching is all about romance and sentiment...

She just sat next to the young man, tilted her head, and asked him why he was here.

The young man felt guilty. He had come to destroy Zhang Xingxing's tools for making medicine, but then he was in a bad mood and couldn't sleep, so he stayed here. He glanced at the medicine stove he had thrown away in the corner and looked away unnaturally. He had a hunch that he couldn't tell Zhang Xingxing the reason, otherwise the scene would become very strange. So, relying on his intuition, he omitted the previous cause and chose to answer the latter answer.

"Can't sleep, right here."

Zhang Xingxing sighed after hearing this answer, thinking: Is this the boss's willfulness? Zhang Xingxing didn't understand, but she respected it. She also looked up at the distant and not very bright moon in the night sky, and a word suddenly popped up in her mind.

"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart." The poem from her youth hits Zhang Xingxing's heart right now. She misses everyone in the modern world, the dean who worries about her so much, and the friends who treat her sincerely... But in this strange world, she can only move forward alone.

She heard the young man reciting the poem that she was thinking about in her heart. It turned out that she had inadvertently recited it out loud. Listening to the young man's hoarse voice repeating calmly, it revealed a little confusion and grievance. At this moment, she didn't know whether she, who came to another world inexplicably, was more miserable, or the young man, who had a tragic fate, was more miserable.

Alas. She thought of the scene she saw that day and couldn't help but speak.

"Brother, do you want to know your origins?"

The young man turned his head quickly, his face still expressionless, but he stared at her intently. There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, and at that moment the firelight reflected in his pupils, like a fire was lit.

Zhang Xingxing didn't know whether it was good or bad to tell him now. She also didn't know from whom the boy in that world knew everything. But as she looked at the boy with bright eyes, she felt that at least it was good now.

"My dear brother, your name is Xiaoguan. That is the name given to you by your mother Baima. Baima is your mother. She is waiting for you in the snowy mountains of Medog, waiting for her little Guan to visit her."

The young man kept repeating Bai Ma's name, as if he wanted to memorize the name.

"You go with me."

This was an affirmative statement, but Zhang Xingxing seemed to have heard the little brother's silent plea. She subconsciously nodded in agreement. Alas, she didn't want to see that dead bald donkey again, but she really didn't feel at ease and couldn't bear to let the little brother go alone. After all, she saw with her own eyes that the feelings of another Zhang Xiaoguan were buried on that snowy mountain.

"Okay. Let's go see Bai Mama together, without the bad guys from the Zhang family. Then we can travel around! Let me think about where we can go. We can go to Changsha to eat stinky tofu, and go to Guangxi to eat snail rice noodle. Hehe. You must have never eaten it. It tastes very good even if it's stinky. If you don't like it, you can eat sugar oranges. They are sweet, and you must like them. But, by the way, are there sugar oranges now..."

The young man looked at Zhang Xingxing, who was dancing with joy, with a gentle gaze, and thought quietly in his heart: When he comes back and stands in that position, he will be able to break the shackles on Zhang Xingxing. Then he can take her to see his mother, let his mother help to be a witness, and he can finally embrace the warmest Xingxing in his arms.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but blush. Zhang Xingxing, who was standing next to him, looked at the scene in amazement. He couldn't control his hand and wanted to reach out, but was stopped by the next person and held. The young man wanted to change the subject, so he asked.

On the one hand, the young man wanted to change the subject, but on the other hand, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked.

"What about your family?"

Zhang Xingxing was stunned when she heard the question. The next second, she pulled her hand out of the young man's hand, supported her chin on it, looked up at the bright moon, and her voice floated into the young man's ears.

"They are not here anymore, they are not in this world anymore."

At that moment, the young man looked at Zhang Xingxing who was clearly by his side, but he felt that she was gradually moving away from him. No, this couldn't be possible. So, the young man hooked Zhang Xingxing's finger and said that he could give her his mother, so that she would also have a family.

Then the young man said, "Let's make a pinky promise and stick to each other for a hundred years. Anyone who changes will be a fool." This is what the young man learned from Zhang Xingxing.

After hearing this, Zhang Xingxing's eyes couldn't help but become misty. He is the best brother! Not wanting to make the brother worry, she changed her mood and spoke to him with a choked voice filled with joy.

"Then can Baima Mama sing for me like my mother?"

"I don't know. I don't remember."

Zhang Xingxing felt a little bit sorry for him and thought: This kid is really miserable. She almost wants to be his mother.

"Then I'll sing you the ballad my mother sang to me."

"it is good."

"rock Me,

When the autumn wind blows past the white dew, you will see Grandma Bridge.

Shouting and yelling,

The sound of playfulness passed through the alley.

Noisy and noisy,

There is rice cake hidden in my pocket and I can’t fill my mouth.

Run and run,

Chasing grandma under the tree and laughing.

rock Me,

When the spring breeze passes through the rain and dew, you will see Grandma's Bridge.

Sing and sing,

Whispering in my ears.

Swing and swing,

The wind pushes the swing and the longing is inevitable.

Think and think,

Grandma fell asleep with a sound..."

The gentle and graceful voice followed the wind and drifted in the yard. The moonlight shining on the body seemed much brighter and clearer. The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves was heard faintly. Under the moonlight, two young people were snuggling together, warming each other.