Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

At this time, Zhang Qiling, who was far away in the northeast, was confronting the elders of the Zhang family, asking them to tell him his life story.

But the elders all ignored him and advised him not to dwell on the past, as if they didn't want to tell him. The young man didn't say anything, but just stared at them with his dark eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it now, so I'll leave after I've said it."

After saying this, he picked up his knife without hesitation and walked out the door calmly. Every step he took seemed firm and powerful, as if carrying an unspeakable determination.

When he reached the door, he gently stretched out his hand, slowly opened the door with a slight creaking sound, and then closed it.

Then, he silently sat on the steps at the door holding the knife, leaning forward slightly, looking up into the distance. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, just staring blankly into the distance, as if he was looking for something, or simply immersed in his own thoughts.

The elders in the room were so angry that they were fuming. They were arguing loudly with red faces and thick necks, and they were about to blow the roof off!

Hearing the noise, the other members of the Zhang family rushed over, thinking something had happened. As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw their usually serious patriarch sitting there quietly, holding his knife, exuding an unfathomable mysterious aura, but with no expression on his face.

This frightened many members of the Zhang family who came here, and they hesitated for a moment. After all, facing the identity of the clan leader and the majesty of the elders, they really couldn't decide which side to stand on. After some entanglement, these people finally decided to take a compromise - pretend that they knew nothing, and then quietly turned around and left.

Only one person came to his side. The young man heard the noise and looked at the person. It was Zhang Haike. He walked up to the young man and talked to him.

"Clan leader, how's it going?"

"Did not say."

"What should I do?"

"Lock him up and come out after you've said what you want."

Zhang Haike instantly understood the intention of his family head. Looking at this indifferent but slightly mean boy, he was still moved. He didn't expect that the boy who lost his memory could still be so lively. This is what the Saint's spirit in heaven wants to see...

I just don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing that he is so obsessed with the past.

Zhang Haike recalled his past memories and asked the young man with some reluctance.

"Must you know?"

Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Haike's worried and hesitant face, and didn't say anything, just staring into Zhang Haike's eyes. Zhang Haike looked at the determined and deep eyes of the young man in front of him, and the eyes of the boy who insisted on going to Sishui City gradually overlapped. He sighed, knowing that no one could change his mind. Because the only person who could influence him was no longer there...

Zhang Haike patted the young man on the shoulder and said nothing more. Instead, he turned and walked towards the back mountain. He stood in front of an unmarked grave in the back mountain, picked up a pack of pear blossom cakes and placed them in front of the grave, arranged them on a beautiful plate, looked at them and nodded with satisfaction, then sat casually next to the tombstone, picked up the cakes on the plate with one hand and stuffed a piece into his mouth.

"Well, this is good. It tastes better than the last time I bought it. Try it."

After Zhang Haike finished speaking, he smiled, and the teardrop mole under his slightly curved eyes was faintly visible. The breeze in the mountains blew through his short hair.

"I still like you better here. Those people are afraid that you will irritate me, so they don't let the Zhang family talk about you. I don't know if you feel wronged or angry. Tsk, I think you are angry, otherwise we wouldn't have never dreamed of you. By the way, today I blocked someone in the house, which was very mean. Haha, if you were here... well, if you were here, maybe you would help me scold the elders~ It's fun to think about it."

When Zhang Haike said this, his voice trembled a little. He sighed and touched the corner of the tombstone, just like when Zhang Xingxing touched his face.

"Tell me, is it good or bad that the young man is so obsessed with his life experience and past? I hope he can remember, but I am also afraid that he will remember. After he forgets, it seems that I am the only one in the Zhang family who remembers you. But I am also afraid that he will remember everything and become a madman."

Zhang Haike recalled that after he and his brother had finally returned to the Zhang family after escaping death, they were greeted by a Zhang family that had been severely damaged by another group of people, as well as the unrecognizable bodies of Zhang Xingxing and Asan.

Regret almost drives me crazy...

The young man who became the clan leader that day collapsed to the extreme. He refused to listen to anyone's dissuasion, held the body of the saint and locked them in the room where the saint had lived, refusing anyone to approach. He did not respond to anything Zhang Haike and the new elders said, and finally opened the door on the third day, refusing the proposal to bury the saint in the building, but said with red eyes that she was not the saint, and he wanted to find the real saint.

In the eyes of the elders and him in horror, he was ready to leave the Zhang family. Finally, under the persuasion of the elders, they took the little brother away. No one knew what they said. In the end, the little brother fell seriously ill and chose to forget everything. He carried the shaky Zhang family on his young shoulders.

When Zhang Haike thought about the past, he felt that the world was impermanent and it felt like a dream. Sometimes he would imagine that maybe everything now was just a dream, and when he woke up, he would return to the time before he was released into the wild.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qiling finally heard the elders’ concessions when their defense was almost broken, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.