imperial psychologist

Chapter 726 Fun
Lan Zhijun raised her eyebrows slightly, probably because she didn't expect Bo Ling to ask such a question.

She wasn't smiling, but there was a smile in her eyes, but this smile didn't make people feel close or friendly at all... On the contrary, it was more distant.

In the heavy snow, Bo Ling seemed unaware of the cold, and his shoulders were still as straight as before.

Such a state of mind made Lan Zhijun think of another person, a person he always cared about and always hated.

Lan Zhijun narrowed her eyes slightly, then walked slowly to Bai Ling on the snow.

"This kind of trivial matter, do you remember?"

"I remember." Bo Ling whispered, "How can I not remember the matter of my immediate boss?"

"Then forget it now." Lan Zhijun's eyes became deep, "I don't expect you to be like you used to be in Baihuaya...but if you make me feel that you become a boring person like everyone else Man, the consequences...will be dangerous."

"Am I interesting?" Bai Ling looked into the other person's eyes without any evasion, "I don't know what makes Lan Zhijun find it interesting?"

Lan Zhijun did not answer.

Bai Ling turned his head slightly, and said softly, "Is it interesting to stand on the shore and watch the people who fell into the water try their best to survive? Just throw a straw, and the other party will try their best to fight for this little bit of hope... Are you enjoying this moment?" Is it a feeling?"

"..."

"Or, this kind of day of walking on a tightrope with an abyss under your feet... Lan Zhijun is already tired of it," Bai Ling lowered his eyes and blinked lightly, "How could this be a trivial matter? Woolen cloth?"

Lan Zhijun faintly felt a little anger welling up in her heart.

But when he thought that Bo Ling might just want to irritate himself, he suddenly felt relieved.

His gaze crossed Berlin and looked at the snowfield further away.

The motherland is already far away, and all the things that have been spent in the past 30 years are also washed away with the distant singing at this moment.Everything seems to be going in a good direction, but it seems to be going in a bad direction.

Are these the days of walking on a tightrope with an abyss beneath your feet?
Lan Zhijun couldn't help stretching out his hand again, gently rubbing his chin—this seems to have become a habit of his.

Just the moment he stretched out his sleeves, the cold wind suddenly woke him up.

Lan Zhijun turned around again, this time he ignored Bai Ling behind him, but made a gesture to the guards outside his tent, who quickly stepped forward and took Bai Ling back to her own tent.

This night, Lan Zhijun sat alone on the soft bed, he turned off the lights, only the stove in the tent was still emitting orange light.

Around the time of Xu, a red-haired attendant came into the house with cold pasta. On the day of the dead, all Jinren fasted to eat meat, but at least there was still warm spirits to keep people warm.

Lan Zhijun doesn't like to drink alcohol, so the attendant brought horse milk tea.

"and many more."

Just when the attendant was about to leave, Lan Zhijun suddenly stopped her, and the attendant turned around in a daze, holding the tray, and looked at Zhou Ren in front of him with some fear.

"Light up the lamp." Lan Zhijun ordered.

The attendant took a quick snap, and the room brightened up again.

Waiting, Lan Zhijun saw that the attendant's hair was red like flames.

This young attendant looked like a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a string of freckles caused by exposure to the sun near the bridge of her nose, and a blush on her cheeks that most girls on the prairie had.

Lan Zhijun frowned slightly, "Are you from the Hesta clan?"

"...Yes." The girl nodded timidly and replied.

"Didn't you go to the undead sacrifice tonight?" Lan Zhijun asked again.

The girl lowered her head and began to pick the tray in her arms with her fingers. Her wrists overlapped and her sleeves fell down a little.

She whispered, "I have nothing to sacrifice..."

Lan Zhijun looked at her, "You...roll up your sleeves."

The girl froze for a moment, her face quickly turned earthy, and she couldn't even speak for a while, but shook her head violently.

Lan Zhijun smiled, and sighed softly in Zhou people's language, "Forget it... what's the use of me embarrassing you here."

He waved his hand, indicating that the girl could go, the red-haired maid bit her lip and ran out quickly, bringing a gust of snow while running.

Lan Zhijun went down again, and turned off the lights again.

He didn't touch the pasta brought by the maid, but sat down in front of the stove with milk tea in his arms. The dried cow dung cake was burning in the stove, making the whole tent soft and soft.Under the orange light, Lan Zhijun's face also looked a little bit drunk.

He drank tea alone, thinking of the girl Hesta who had just escaped.

If you guessed right, there should be a tattoo of an eagle on the girl's wrist - when every Hesta person is 12 years old, his father or brother will do it himself and leave this totem on his wrist .

However, all the Hesta people who are still living in Arslan should have removed this tattoo, either by burning the flesh and blood with a branding iron so that they can be covered with hideous scars, or on the original totem. Re-cover with new totems.

"O eagle of Hesta..."

Lan Zhijun suddenly remembered this story and couldn't help laughing.

……

"Haven't Boling heard the story of the Hesta eagle?" The girl who was having dinner with her looked at Boling, "This story is very famous, and almost everyone who lives in the four northern states has heard it."

Burling shook his head.

"They say that long ago, on the snowfields in the north, there lived a huge eagle. Its beak was as big as a mountain peak, and its two wings were thousands of miles long. When the whole bird flew up, , the sky and the earth are all its shadows.”

"Giant bird..." Bo Ling nodded, "I seem to have heard such a myth before."

"The name of this eagle is Hesta, but it is different from other birds and beasts in that its shadow has a certain magical power." The companion whispered, "All living creatures in the world, as long as they stop at it Under the shadow of God, you can obtain the highest happiness in the world.

"The eagle of Hesta will take off with the first ray of morning light at sunrise, and fly from the south to the north of the world, so every day, the newborn creatures on the earth will be bathed in the shadow of the eagle, so At that time, there was no struggle between heaven and earth, and no matter whether it was a human, a bird or an animal, they were all immersed in peace and happiness.

"However, the Hesta Eagle itself was slowly consumed in this process. Over time, its beak changed from the size of mountains to the size of a lone peak, and then to the size of a lake... and its wings also changed from Thousands of miles gradually became smaller, and in the end, it was so small that it could no longer hold everything in the world under its wings..."

(End of this chapter)