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Before Wen Ying and Jiang Shanglu came out of Kazakhstan, they had some discussions on the problems that would arise in the event of an outbreak of this kind of microbial culture.

Facts have proved that Chen Yongming has completely gone the wrong way since he was young, which led to the phenomenon of putting the cart before the horse in his evolution. Not only the organ diseases became more serious, but also the edible fungi had limited help to Sui's evolution. There is absolutely another way for microbes to evolve.

Jiang Shanglu, as a person who had close contact with the previous first-year-old Chen Yongming and finally annexed him, naturally understood the ins and outs of this matter very well. He knew clearly that once his immune system began to deteriorate, his body would be like If some kind of switch was turned on, various diseases would start to exploit loopholes in his battered body.

He will not die unless he is completely swallowed up by his kind like Chen Yongming, but now except for him, he has basically cleared up all possible replacements for Sui.

The heat metabolized by the relative microbes in his body will make him stronger and stronger, but the huge torment of illness also exists at the same time, which can almost make his life worse than death, so Jiang Shanglu's physical state at this moment is precisely the beginning of evolution first step.

"...What's going on with you? Do you have a heart problem? Hey, what's wrong with you..."

Some didn't know how to make the obviously uncomfortable Jiang Shanglu relax his vigilance, but Xie Qin, who had an ugly face, was a little flustered seeing him like this.

He has never been married in his life, has no children of his own, and does not know how to take care of others. With almost no life experience, he is naturally at a loss for such things, and it is not even as good as reminding Jiang Shanglu not to press his heart too hard. Zong Mingyuan.

"Mr. Xie, don't ask him what's the matter... How can he still have the strength to talk to you now..."

Zong Mingyuan looked at Xie Qin almost complaining when he said this, Xie Qin was choked up by Zong Mingyuan's unsteady stance and the guy who ran away when the wind blew.

After a while, regardless of Jiang Shanglu's disgusted eyes, he untied a few collars for him, and after opening the car window to ventilate, he picked up the poppy flower tattoo on his wrist and gave it to Jiang Shanglu who was obviously stunned for a symbolic look .

"That's what you saw. It was stabbed according to my mother's appearance when she was young. You should... you should have heard your father mention her, but she was not dead at that time... She was still alive and looking for you, I I apologize to you for my reckless behavior, but... I just want to have a chance to confirm your identity... Forget it, it's all my fault, you should go back with me right away, and I will find a way for you .”

On his own initiative, he began to help Jiang Shanglu decide everything again. Xie Qin's attitude made Jiang Shanglu, who had been staring at his wrist, come back to his senses a little bit, and then smiled intermittently and said, obviously not being able to catch his breath,

"...I can't go back with Mr. Xie. I just heard from Zong Mingyuan that you were entrusted by Mr. Xiao for the purpose of coming here. Haven't you figured out what I am...the closer you get to that Bu My symptoms are even worse at the Zhuomala Pass, which is full of microbes... You have studied anthropology abroad for so many years, so you should be very familiar with this third type of life..."

Jiang Shanglu's words made Xie Qin's face darken. It's not that he didn't see some problems with this person just now, and even from the fact that he should be accompanied by a companion, he has basically guessed his identity.

But because he was lucky in his heart, he didn't say it all the time, and thinking like this, Xie Qin, who was emotionally complicated, just nodded thoughtfully, looked at Jiang Shanglu in front of him and asked with a puzzled expression,

"Yes, now I know, that's why I can't believe it... How did you get to this point? What about your parents? What about your other family members? Why don't you stay by their side, Do you really want to get involved in this kind of thing?"

This question actually sounds very ordinary, but for Jiang Shanglu who is in a special situation, it is no less than a stab in his heart. He originally disliked other people asking him questions about his family members that he least wanted to remember, but thank you Qin chose to ask him the most embarrassing question.

And Xie Qin, seeing his instantly ugly face, also realized that he might have asked an inappropriate question. After a while, this middle-aged scientist who always seemed very serious and serious was only awkwardly silent for a while, and then he insisted for a long time. Holding his face, he began to explain seriously,

"...Sorry, I've been saying self-righteous things since just now. I used to do wrong things because of this personality flaw, so at this age, no one thinks highly of me. I've always been alone. If you feel very If you are not happy, you can tell me directly, I really don’t know what to do with you now, I swear there must be a misunderstanding.”

Xie Qin's attitude of admitting his mistakes was very good, which was in stark contrast to him who had done something wrong before and was still dead. Zong Mingyuan was dumbfounded as he watched the two of them complete a confession in just a few words, and it was a big deal. He seemed to forget all the things Xiao Ao explained, and stammered, not knowing whether he should intervene or not.

"...I can't believe anything you say now. I can't trust anyone who has anything to do with Xiao Ao's backlash, whether it's you or the kid in front of me...but I have to go down the mountain to find mine now. Companion, otherwise I’m not sure if he’ll go crazy in a hurry. Today’s debate ends here. You and I each take a step back. Don’t make trouble for me. I’ll try my best to send you out. I’ve been to Tibet many times by myself , so I probably know how to get out next."

He barely took a breath, but a certain part of his heart was still aching. Jiang Shanglu, who was holding his heart, said so, and bit the tip of his tongue to clear his mind.

Xie Qin was a little depressed by his attitude of repelling him, but thinking that Jiang Shanglu couldn't give him a good face by doing what he did before, so he could only nod and go to the front seat with Zong Mingyuan and try to drive down the mountain.

But I don’t know what’s going on, maybe it’s because it’s already within the range of Zhuomala Mountain Pass, no matter how Zongmingyuan drives forward under Xie Qin’s knowledge, it seems to be going around the same place non-stop, And when he realized that there was indeed some problem hidden in the night here, Jiang Shanglu, whose forehead was so hot, closed his eyes for a long time and said uncomfortably,

"...I still can't get out, right?"

"Yes... Mr. Jiang, what's going on..."

Zong Mingyuan, who also realized that something might be wrong, turned his head and said back. He could see that Jiang Shanglu seemed to know something, but he seemed unwilling to tell them.

And Jiang Shanglu remembered that he and Wen Ying had been deliberately avoiding the Zhuomala Pass before, but now he was forced to come here, and felt that his luck in this life was really bad, so he just slowly raised the mountain pass. He started to look out of the window and replied with a somewhat cold tone,

"Stop it first, don't drive for now, because Gang Rinpoche doesn't want us to go now."

Jiang Shanglu's words revealed a terrifying atmosphere, which also made Zong Mingyuan suddenly feel a little nervous. He somehow felt that the mountain Gang Rinpoche in Jiang Shanglu's mouth seemed to be some living thing, and soon his body Xie Qin, who had always looked a little ugly, murmured unconsciously.

"It turns out... this place has its own independent thinking ability."

These two people and the one who was playing charades each said something, which made Zong Mingyuan, who couldn't keep up with their train of thought, stare blankly.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Shanglu, who was frowning at Xie Qin's flickering pale gray eyes, just wanted to exchange some useful information with him, but he suddenly felt that the tinnitus that had troubled him for a long time began to gradually fade away. It subsided, but another strangely noisy sound, like a group of people talking, began to spread in his ears.

"...Did you hear a lot of people talking?" Jiang Shanglu frowned and asked slowly with a pale face.

"What? No..." Zong Mingyuan looked bewildered, and Xie Qin also looked confused.

"It's noisy, there are a lot of people talking..."

Unconsciously covering his ears and moaning, the frowning Jiang Shanglu vaguely knew that the problem might be at the Zhuomala Pass, but the severe pain in his body still made him a little distracted.

He vaguely heard some disgusting and weird laughter amidst the howling wind and snow at the Zhuoma Pass, and some little monsters that were usually invisible to the naked eye were dancing, and they were happily biting his flesh, It drilled in along his flesh and bones bit by bit.

But when he vaguely felt countless colorful mushrooms, fleshy bacteria, and spherical fungi beating four or five eyeballs trying to break through the transparent shell on Xie Qin and Zong Mingyuan's body, Jiang Shanglu suddenly opened his black and red eyes A cold sentence came.

"Go away."

The little monsters in the air ran away in fear with the colorful bacteria on their bodies. Zong Mingyuan and Xie Qin, who were sitting in front of him, sneezed at the same time. Things seemed to run past them quickly.

After a while, Jiang Shanglu, who had been acting fairly stable, suddenly coughed violently. Seeing this, Zong Mingyuan was about to open the previously closed car window, but was stopped by Jiang Shanglu who barely raised his head and waved his hand.

"...If you still don't want to die, hide in the car for me from now until the sun comes out tomorrow morning. The reason why Gang Rinpoche is sick with strange diseases is probably because of this Zhuomala Pass The existence of bacteria and viruses in the air now, howling ghosts and wolves, you don’t want to enjoy that kind of scene with me, now, use your coats to cover your mouth and nose tightly, I can see There is medical alcohol, take it out and sterilize yourselves quickly.”

Jiang Shanglu's tone of warning didn't sound like he was joking. Xie Qin's eyes changed slightly, a little grateful and a little moved, but soon he followed Zong Mingyuan's instructions to complete the process of quickly disinfecting himself.

Seeing that they finished all this honestly, the expressionless Jiang Shanglu also slowly withdrew his gaze. In fact, he didn't want to stay in the same space with these two people he hated even for more than a minute, but when he came out In terms of humanitarianism, he didn't want to stay here with the two corpses that were about to cool off.

Thinking like this, the pale and thin man with red lips leaned against the window and watched for a while as if the endless cold wind coughed, he looked really tired, and he was covering his chest with his pale face It looks more and more fragile and thin.

But even in this situation, he is still the calmest and most decisive person among the people sitting in this car, his eyes with rich colors reveal a feeling beyond his age, even clearly Xie Qin, who was much older than him, felt that something in him was much older than himself.

"How old are you this year?" Xie Qin asked him tentatively.

"...32."

Jiang Shanglu, who didn't want to initiate a chat with him, glanced at him and answered subconsciously, then raised his eyebrows after thinking about it.

"Doesn't it look like it?"

"……No."

"Actually, I also feel that I have aged the fastest in the past six months, but I have gotten better recently."

"Maybe it's overthinking."

"……Maybe."

Xie Qin's words made Jiang Shanglu twitch his lips lukewarmly. Considering Xie Qin's age, he still looks very young. At his current age, he might not be in such good physical condition.

In addition to the seriousness brought by the personality itself, Xie Qin also has the flavor of Jiang Shanglu who has been longing for many years in a quiet academic atmosphere, the kind of Jiang Shanglu who has never really walked into a university classroom for a day. A taste that I have never experienced in my life.

This made Jiang Shanglu suddenly feel a little envious. Although he would not feel inferior because of this, he still felt a little bit emotional in his heart.

"Why do I feel that Mr. Jiang is not old... Hasn't he always been good..."

Seeing that the two of them were chatting in a slightly relaxed atmosphere, after thinking about it, he added a sentence. Jiang Shanglu, who was covering his mouth and coughing, gave him a half-smile look at Zong Mingyuan's words, and Zong Mingyuan, who was blushing and lowered his head, just wanted to mutter. I thought it was a good sentence anyway, and he heard the hoarse Jiang Shanglu ask Xie Qin again.

"Did you return to China recently? Where did you work before?"

"...When I was young, I studied bioengineering in the capital, and then went to the United States because of my mother's illness. I worked as a consultant for international planting organizations for several years, and now I have been hired back. My father and Xiao Ao know each other. We know each other. I have been in private contact with him all the time, but I really don’t know about some things about him, and this time it’s also because he promised me to find my relatives, so I said to come over to help me.”

Hearing that Jiang Shanglu wanted to inquire about his details, Xie Qin, who had a flat expression, didn't deliberately hide it, and said something directly. He had just learned Jiang Shanglu's name from Zong Mingyuan, and it was indeed in accordance with the Jiang family's usual According to the rules, the two words Shang and Lu in the genealogy were used as the child's name, but Jiang Shanglu didn't speak immediately after hearing what he said, and asked again after thinking for a while in silence.

"How is my aunt living outside for so many years?"

"...Fortunately, at least I have lived hard. Even though I have been trapped in the pain of killing my relatives with my own hands, I still stubbornly want to live, and I always want to go back to my hometown until she dies. At that moment, I thought she was the most beautiful and strongest flower I had ever seen in my life."

When he mentioned his poor mother, he finally revealed a little bit of humanity. Although he would not change his opinion immediately, Jiang Shanglu, who was too lazy to care about him too much, lowered his head and listened silently for a while. , lowered his eyes and covered his mouth, and coughed violently again. After realizing that the pain in his heart began to become more and more obvious, he was dizzy before his eyes and smiled faintly,

"Well, that's good. My dad always talked about her before he passed away. Aunt Zhifen has always been a good girl."

What he said made Xie Qin's heart soften. He really wanted to hear Jiang Shanglu talk about his uncle's family, but seeing Jiang Shanglu's face so coughed that he couldn't speak, he was also anxious.

Because I haven't had time to talk to him carefully before, so I don't have the mood at this moment, but when it comes to blood relationship, sometimes it is like this. Just talking to Jiang Shanglu in such a relaxed atmosphere, I unconsciously glanced at him secretly Xie Qin felt very warm.

Obviously, he used to be a person who had no patience with his students, but now he has an indescribable affection for this younger brother who is in his 30s this year.

Maybe it's because he has no other brothers and sisters in this world, and Jiang Shanglu is the only one, so if possible, Xie Qin sincerely hopes to maintain this hard-won relationship with him... But looking at the situation now, it seems that It's a bit difficult.

And when he thought that all of these incidents were caused by his own initiative after all, the old Xie Qin lowered his head in embarrassment. After a while, he suddenly felt that Jiang Shanglu in the back seat stopped talking again. Turning his head, Xie Qin, who was taken aback, saw the pale man leaning against the window, motionless.

"He... What's wrong with him! Brother Lu! Brother Lu! Wake up! Zong Mingyuan! Help me see him!"

Xie Qin, who was in a panic, immediately called out all the names he secretly called Jiang Shanglu in his heart, and a person who was originally a flower of Gaoling was so frightened that the blood on his face disappeared.

Seeing this, Zong Mingyuan also hurried up to check on Jiang Shanglu's situation. Seeing that Jiang Shanglu was frowning and closing his eyes but still breathing, he was relieved and began to comfort Xie Qin who obviously had no common sense.

"...It seems, it seems to be falling asleep... But the high fever still hasn't subsided, Mr. Xie... Let's wipe Mr. Jiang's hands with some alcohol. If the fever continues like this, I'm afraid his brain will burn out later. ... and Mr. Jiang's body should be in pain now, I think he just kept his head down and felt very uncomfortable, and he refused to say..."

"Well, good... good..."

The two people reached an agreement in this way and began to try to relieve Jiang Shanglu from the violent reaction caused by the high fever, but an hour later, the third serious complication of high fever-bronchitis still started to attack Jiang Shanglu on time.

Seeing Jiang Shanglu curled up, he looked like he was about to suffocate. The serious lack of oxygen blocked the edge of his heart, and he could only cover his heart with red eyes and trembling in pain. Xie Qin and Zong Mingyuan were terrified when they saw with their own eyes how a person with the symptoms of a complete collapse of the immune system would get sick.

"What should we do now... Brother Lu, Brother Lu...it's all my fault..."

He had never hated himself so much in his life, Xie Qin murmured a few words in panic, then suddenly lowered his head and simply wanted to lead him to open the car door and try to get out.

Zong Mingyuan, who was afraid that something would happen to him on the spur of the moment, immediately stopped him when he saw this, but Xie Qin's eyes were red from anxiety, so he couldn't care so much, but when they were about to have a dispute because of this, they were frozen There was a thick layer of frost, and the window glass that could barely see what was outside was knocked twice.

These two knocks were not only heavy but also very rapid, but the people outside looked like they wanted to pry open the car windows, and they managed to make the trapped Zong Mingyuan and Xie Qin raise their heads.

For a while, they couldn't see clearly who came here from outside, but Jiang Shanglu, who was clearly on the verge of burning out, suddenly seemed to sense someone familiar, hugging his trembling shoulders and lowered his voice yelled.

"Wen... Wen Ying... I'm here..."

Accompanied by this helpless and sad Wen Ying, the two people who were still in the car were stunned for a moment, and the next second the car door was pulled open by Zong Mingyuan with an inexplicably nervous expression. As expected, one of them smelled of wind and snow The long-haired young man also bent over and walked in anxiously.

His full head of white hair was almost the same color as Gang Rinpoche's snow, and his face was full of coldness and frost that could not be dissipated.

And when he saw Jiang Shanglu tortured like this with his own eyes, Wen Ying, who was anxious to find him all the way down the mountain, but still failed to catch up, immediately lost his expression.

However, the young man with a bad complexion did not pause for too long, because soon he took off his cold coat and threw it aside, and hugged the sick Jiang Shanglu in a tense and anxious posture. On his lap, while allowing him to completely rely on himself, he pressed his forehead against his hot forehead, and without saying a word, began to help Jiang Shanglu warm his hands with cold palms.

"...Wen Ying?"

"kindness."

"I'm sorry, I still have a cold."

"It's okay, it will be fine soon, is it cold?"

The two people who talked softly seemed to be one by nature, and Wen Ying, whose lips were white from the cold, had no time to talk to Xie Qin and Zong Mingyuan, who had complicated eyes beside him, and only put all his thoughts on it now. At this moment, all the words that are sick in his arms are on the weak man.

His expression still looks calm, but only he himself knows that both his hands are shaking slightly, and even at this moment his heart is really burning with anger.

Ke Wenying was still patiently and meticulously helping Jiang Shanglu, who fell asleep after finishing a few words, warm his hands, then unbuttoned his clothes and helped him slowly rub his heart, and raised his head with a cold He looked at Zong Mingyuan who had begun to tremble consciously in front of him with frightening eyes.

"...Sometimes, I really want to kill you people, just like those damned people in Cangqing back then."

Even though she tried to endure with all her strength, Wen Ying, who was so angry that her heart was bleeding, still frowned unbearably and said softly.

Instantly remembering how many people he had killed in Cang Qing's anger, Zong Mingyuan turned pale, but before he could make a sound, the branches of the phoenix tree wrapped around his and Xie Qin's necks and began to grow terrifying. Xie Qin seemed a little frightened by this scene, and could only weakly struggle to get rid of these branches that wanted to strangle him alive, while Zong Mingyuan, who was next to him, raised his neck in pain and stretched himself stammered his mouth and said,

"...He is Mr. Jiang's relative, Wen Ying...you should calm down a little...There are a lot of misunderstandings...If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Jiang yourself later..."

Wen Ying with a numb face was paranoid that he couldn't hear anything at all. It took a long time to see Xie Qin and Zong Mingyuan being strangled to the point where he could barely breathe, so he looked down at the two on Jiang Shanglu's arm. There was a strange needle eye, and then the young man who always seemed indifferent to others slowly closed his eyes, and said something coldly with a blank face.

"I don't want to hear any more words from you now, and I don't want to think about how ulterior motives my relatives would deliberately warn those two Tibetans that he is not here to lure me away and turn the car along the road I came from. Drive down, the road east of Zhuomala Pass."

"...There...there is no road at all, right?"

"Now we have it, let's move forward."

Wen Ying, who was frowning, continued to lower his head to take care of Jiang Shanglu in the words after finishing this sentence. When Zong Mingyuan and Xie Qin heard the words and slowly drove the car to the east where there was no way forward, they found that The place that was originally blocked by huge rocks actually had more roads abruptly.

But when he saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment. Xie Qin, who also knew a special secret of Gang Rinpoche, met Wen Ying's slightly scary eyes in the rearview mirror, but only looked at half of them in the dark. On the face, the young man with a complicated and unspeakable expression said indifferently,

"Hurry up, otherwise, when Gang Rinpoche, whose tooth I smashed open, wakes up, all of us will die."

Zong Mingyuan quickly started the car under Wen Ying's seemingly innocuous threatening voice. Xie Qin looked at Wen Ying and Jiang Shanglu with strange expressions all the way, but in the end he still didn't say a word until they were in Wen Ying's car. With the help of Ying, they entered the center of the temple on another hilltop, and Wang Zhimo and Ye Ku, who had been standing at the intersection waiting for Wen Yinghu to come, waved anxiously.

Seeing the scary Wen Ying holding Jiang Shanglu in his arms with a cold expression, he walked down slowly, followed by two people, who were a little puzzled in their hearts. They were about to speak, but Wang Zhimo felt something from a distance. He frowned with a bad face.

"This is what happened."

"……What's wrong?"

"Jiang Shanglu's immune system seems to have really started to do bad things. Now his whole body smells like germs. Judging by Wenying's face, the situation is really not very good..."

While the two were talking in such a low voice, Wen Ying, who looked hurried, had already come to them quickly, and after briefly asking them to take care of the two people behind him before helping him to boil some hot water, he said in a low voice Thanking him, he held Jiang Shanglu who had been brought back all the way in his arms and walked into the Tibetan temple on the top of the mountain first.

As soon as he entered the temple, Wen Ying naturally went back to the relatively warm room where he temporarily lived, and there was still a little bit of Tibetan incense on the East Buddha Hall. On the sleeping berths that were burning with geothermal heat, several pieces depicting Tantric Buddha statues were laid. He bent down and put down Jiang Shanglu, whose lips were all white, and after helping him take off all the clothes soaked in cold sweat, Wen Ying untied his clothes and hugged him and lay down On the rest of the colorful and gorgeous blanket.

With such an intimate posture, the two people hugged tightly and covered with a thick blanket easily sweated all over. Jiang Shanglu, who was not conscious at first, was still in a coma, although his whole body was still in pain. Zhong woke up vaguely.

After vaguely seeing the asuras painted with colorful oil paints on the roof in front of him, all holding up the vajra and the bell and staring at him, Jiang Shanglu, who was lying on his back on the Tibetan blanket, had a strange feeling in his red eyes. A strange emotion flashed across, and then he subconsciously changed to a more intimate position and rubbed his warm chest in the young man's arms, pinched his long white hair and looked at it for a while before closing his eyes and tearing it away. Pull the corners of your mouth.

"...What evil do you think I have done in my life, so that you are dragged down by me at such a young age."

The low and stuffy atmosphere was inexplicably entangled between the two of them. Wen Ying frowned when he heard him say that, leaned down and kissed him without saying a word, and felt Wen Ying's disgust at what he said, squinting. The squinting Jiang Shanglu immediately opened his lips on his own initiative, and after a while his cheeks were stained with some bright colors, he stepped back with a smile, watched Wen Ying again and said jokingly,

"It's all right, now I will pass on any disease to you."

"Well, pass it on, does your heart still hurt?"

"It's much better, but that Zhuomala mountain pass is really wrong... It's all because of Xie Qin's mess. It's really not easy for Xiao Ao to find him with such a character to work for him, but don't do anything to him for now. , I got him out just to leave you with Xiao Ao's appetite, and I'll settle today's score with him when I'm free, but what we thought before we left was right, Xiao Ao's problem is indeed true. It's not over yet..."

Rubbing his own brows, he complained tiredly to his family, Wen Ying. Jiang Shanglu, who had suffered a night of crimes for no reason, was also in a bad mood at the moment, thinking that he would still have to make Wen Ying worry about him in the future. Very troubled and depressed.

He didn't mention that Xie Qin might be his relative. On the one hand, he was not so easy to speak for those two people after being so harmed; There is a kind of defensiveness.

Fortunately, he has been hard-fought and nothing major will happen for the time being. The danger of his physique is only aimed at himself and not others. There is almost no possibility of reinfecting Wen Ying with the sentence he just joked.

After all, once the microorganisms landed on him, they would basically not want to leave. Apart from the Zhuomala Pass on the top of the mountain, there is no other good breeding ground like Jiang Shanglu in this world.

And thinking like this, the two people who were still lying together and talking heard the Fabell at the door being gently shaken. When Wen Ying put on her own clothes and went out to have a look, she found that the considerate Comrade Wang Zhimo He had boiled hot water and boiled an extra bowl of Hutuktu medicine and left it at the door.

"Did something happen to you with Xiao Wang before? He just ran away without saying a word?"

Watching Wen Ying bring in hot water to wipe his hands, then bent down to help him get up to drink the medicine, Jiang Shanglu shook his head to indicate that it was okay, just put the big bottle in his hand and forced himself to drink it all go down.

After drinking, Wen Ying wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers, he suddenly said this with a smile, and after Wen Ying, who glanced at him indifferently, replied with a compliment, Jiang Shanglu also looked at him helplessly while covering his mouth. Coughing and speaking intermittently,

"Two people, talk about it and don't quarrel. No matter whether he said something wrong and made you angry, don't really fall out. It's not easy to have a friend who can talk. Lao Yong and I used to quarrel when we were studying. , he has such a bad mouth, but I know he is towards me, but a true friend definitely does not hold grudges."

"kindness."

Wen Ying knew that he was always afraid that he would become more and more bored when he was sick, so he didn't say why he and Wang Zhimo quarreled. In the end, Jiang Shanglu didn't say a few words Sure enough, he coughed unbearably again and slowly lay down, his heart throbbing and hurting even after the fever subsides, he looked really like a lingering sick bed of old, weak, sick and disabled.

"Tell me, what should we do next? If what happened to Xiao Ao in the past is true, it will really involve a lot of problems. Xie Qin should know something, but the key is that he is How do you know about Gang Rinpoche? The two of us guessed it from the relationship between Tang Zong and Xiao Ao, so what does Xie Qin, a key person, have in his hands now..."

Staring thoughtfully at those hideous and terrifying paintings of the Venerable Conquering Demons on the roof, the two of them talked about many things in detail on the way from Kazakhstan, and roughly arranged some things in the future, but they are currently not doing these things. Will not bring it up with others.

On the one hand, of course, the plan is not mature, and on the other hand, it is also because their trust in each other is far greater than that of others, so they hugged him and kissed his ear to signal Jiang Shanglu not to think too much for now, and Wen Ying let him sleep Lying comfortably on his arms, he said softly with calm eyes,

"We should just pretend we don't know anything. I have reminded Yao Donglin before that he should be prepared."

His attitude of never being in a hurry when things happen made Jiang Shanglu a little helpless, and thinking about how anxious he almost smashed the car window with his fist just now, he felt a little indescribably sad.

And slowly hugged the white-haired young man beside him and buried his head on his shoulder. Jiang Shanglu, who had dark eyes, thought about it and looked at him and smiled with emotion.

"Even I don't believe it when I say it, but sometimes I really can't bear to see you become as realistic as me to the extent that you have to think about everything. Now think about the Wen Ying I met back then. It's like a child who hasn't really grown up yet. He's innocent and upright and hasn't even seen the outside world much. He'll be fooled by a friend he trusts unconditionally. He's willing to trust others before doubting everything..."

"People change. I can't go on like that for the rest of my life. As Hutuktu and I said before, evolution is a process of growing up and approaching death."

Looking at Jiang Shanglu faintly, Wen Ying's eyes looked calm and transparent, but only he knew what price he had paid for this transparent state of mind. Hearing the story from his mother Xiao Hong, Wen Ying only slowly hugged her tightly in her arms and still had a fever. The man with red eyes and cheeks comforted him softly,

"Let me tell you a story this time, my mother told me."

"...Well, what a story."

"The story of the flower in the heart."

Answering this thoughtfully, thinking of the moment when I was determined to come to this person to shelter him from the wind and rain that night in front of my mother's grave a long time ago, looking through Jiang Shanglu's eyes at the now Wen Ying, who was completely unfamiliar to me, only touched the corner of her mouth and said again,

"Once upon a time, there was a seed. No one cared about him since he was a child. He felt that he would not be able to bear anything if he grew in the ground, because no one believed that this useless seed could germinate."

"Later, a flower appeared in his life, and the flower left all its dew to the lonely and suspicious seed, generous and gentle, which gave the life that the seed had been exhausted for the first time the hope of germination, and also Let the small and mediocre seed realize for the first time that he has the hope to grow into a tall tree to repay the flower."

"But before the seed really grows into a tree, the flower withers. Looking at the withered flower beside me, this seed clearly