Tomb Raider's Notes of Qilin City Lord

Chapter 417 Memories of those years ([-])

417 Chapter 417 Memories of Those Years ([-])
Due to amnesia, my brother himself can't tell exactly where he is going and what he is looking for. The rooms here all look the same from the outside, which makes it more difficult for the brother who has lost his memory to find things. .

Uncle Lama patiently led us to search one by one in this maze-like temple. Every time we passed a house, we would open the door and take a look inside.

Time passed minute by minute, and when we had been walking around for almost two hours, Uncle Lama opened an unused room. As soon as my brother and I stepped into the door one after another, I suddenly It felt like his steps had slowed down.

Without waiting for me to wonder, he stopped right after him. At the same time, I heard a muffled groan, and my eyes were tightly covered by one of his big hands. I raised my hand to pick it off. Can't open it.

My brother's reaction made me feel that he must have seen something, so I asked him: "What did you see?" But he ignored me and still covered my eyes tightly with one hand and held them with the other hand. He pulled me up with my little arms and walked towards the house, making me feel as if I had been kidnapped by him.

Zhang Qiling saw a wooden table piled with clutter in the middle of the room. The clutter on the table was bulging and looked very strange. He had a bad feeling. There seemed to be something hidden under the clutter. He There is a feeling in my heart that this hidden thing cannot be seen by the little girl next to me.

At this time, Uncle Lama, who came in later, also saw that Zhang Qiling might have discovered something, and followed his line of sight to look at the debris.

Zhang Qiling let go of the little girl's arm, then held her little head, turned her to face his chest, and let her be carried into his arms, but in order to ensure that the little girl could not see him, he did not want her to When he saw something, he immediately hooked up his big hand and continued to cover the little girl's eyes tightly. He stretched out his other hand and started to remove the debris on the table. Seeing this, the lama hurried over to help remove the debris.

After a while, they moved some of the debris to the side, and among the debris, a mummified body wearing a monk's robe was revealed. It was so dry that it was impossible to tell who it was.

The lama was immediately shocked and turned pale. He was stunned and then stammered: "Who...who is this?" His tone was full of questions. It was obvious that he was surprised to see this corpse, and even felt a sense of disbelief.

I asked curiously: "Who is it?" I grabbed my brother's big robe around his waist and shook it and said, "Brother, I want to see it too."

But Zhang Qiling said firmly, "No."

I had no choice but to say "Oh," but their reaction already told me that the scene in front of them was probably a scary thing, at least something that shouldn't be shown to children.

The lama thought for a while and said: "There are not many people in the temple, so what... what is this..."

Zhang Qiling said: "This is Lama Deren, my friend. Unexpectedly, he died here."

I said "Ah" and said, "Deren? He passed away? I asked him why he disappeared this time."

When my brother said this, Uncle Lama felt even more puzzled and said: "Lama Deren? I have been here for so many years and I have never heard of Lama Deren."

Zhang Qiling said nothing and released his hand from the little girl's eyes, but his arm was not loosened yet and was wrapped around the little girl's thin neck like a big scarf.

I blinked my eyeballs that had just been pressed by a big hand, and my vision was as blurry as if it were covered by a veil. I looked at the blurred patterns on my brother's clothes in front of me, and still wanted to turn my head to see what was going on in the room.

However, as soon as I turned my head slightly and turned back a little, my brother immediately tightened his arm and said, "Don't look."

I grabbed his arm with my two little hands and patted him. I grabbed his sleeve and said to him, "Why don't you look at it if you don't want to? You want to strangle me."

He lowered his eyes, with a serious face, and looked at me with ferocious eyes like a big tiger. I trembled slightly and said to him: "I won't look, not even a glance, I promise." Then he let go. He took off his arm and walked to the table to take a closer look at Deren, who had been dead for an unknown period of time.

I rubbed my neck and stood at the door without daring to look back. I thought to myself, my brother was so mean to me when he came back this time. He was just like an adult being mean to a child. However, he didn’t let me see the body. I should still be afraid. It scares me. Sure enough, if his memory is not restored, I will suffer.

However, I remember that he said that when he came back, he would forget the agreement he made before setting off. That is to say, after he entered the snow-capped mountains, he lost his memory once in ten years. The memory trigger points left by his predecessors or himself before amnesia, recalling the purpose of going there, remembering the secrets to be brought out, and when the date of the ten-year appointment is reached, he will walk out of the snow-capped mountains with the secrets.

The charcoal stove, Lama Deren and this lamasery are actually his next memory trigger points. He will recall that he needs to store the secrets he brought out in the lamasery.

Brother, he also said that the secrets brought out should be recorded before they are forgotten, which means that he is not recovering his memory now, but gradually losing his memory.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but cover my face, because maybe in a few days, before he could even think of me, his memory would be completely forgotten again, and I felt sad just thinking about it.

Zhang Qiling tidied up the messy things around Deren's body and found that the mummy was still holding a scroll of scriptures.He spread out the scriptures and read them, then heard him sigh lightly, and then said to Uncle Lama: "Please tidy up this room and bury Deren's body properly. I want to live here." .”

I thought, if he wants to live here, I might as well move here. Anyway, all I have with me is this small backpack I carry with me all the time. It has everything I want in it, so I can just stay here. However, I am a stranger to him now. He will not kick me out of the room... The more I think about it, the more worried I become.

Zhang Qiling now sat down and read the scripture seriously and stopped talking.

I glanced at Uncle Lama next to me. Ever since he saw Deren’s body, he had been stunned and seemed a little confused. I called him in a low voice: "Uncle, Uncle Lama."

He then came to his senses and looked at me. I said, "He's going to live here, and I'm going to move here too. Just bring me something, just some butter tea."

Uncle Lama smiled and said, "Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." After that, he walked out of the room.

Deren's body was still in the room, and I knew my brother wouldn't let me see it, so I turned away obediently and continued to stand there facing outside, as if I was punished.

It wasn't until some time later that the lama uncle came back with several young lamas and supplies. After they carried Deren out of the room and put him in place, and helped tidy up the house, I sat down next to my brother.

During this period of time when I came in advance, I was already able to make butter tea by myself. Uncle Lama brought the making materials and lit a fire for us. He continued to read the scriptures, and I sat next to him and made tea. He had one cup, I had one cup, and then Drink tea and stay by his side quietly.

I haven’t looked at him like this for a long time. Under the warm tones of the butter lamp, I felt like I was dreaming when I looked at everything in front of me.

Zhang Qiling spent some time to read all the scriptures. When he looked up, he saw that the little girl had fallen asleep on the table next to him. In his hand was the cooled butter tea that the little girl had mixed for him. The scene in front of him It seemed familiar, and the person in front of him did feel familiar to him, but he just couldn't remember it at all.

He put down the scripture, drank the cup of butter tea, stood up and gently picked up the little girl. He looked at the sleeping face of the little girl in his arms, and something seemed to come from his mind, but it was not very clear.

He put the little girl on the bed and covered her with a quilt. He sat on the edge of the bed and continued to look at her. When he saw the little girl sleeping, he curled up, curled up into a small ball, and hugged himself tightly. , clenching his little fists like a baby.

Zhang Qiling looked at her uneasy look, and seemed to be touched in his heart. He unconsciously reached out and touched her little head, then gently stroked her face, and held her little hand with his other hand. The more I felt that all the feelings I had with the little girl seemed familiar.

In the first few days, I would find that he was not with me when I woke up. With my sense of him, I was able to find him in the maze of more than 200 rooms. He and Uncle Lama were checking some information about Deren. Information, he also asked Uncle Lama to help him record the secrets he brought back instead of Deren.

In those days, he would go out early and come back late. He would read some things when he came back, and he would also make some records himself. I had almost no chance to talk to him, let alone restore his memory.

Every day I fell asleep unknowingly while accompanying him. In the morning, I woke up alone in the warm quilt on the bed. He had already gone out to do things again.

Until one day, I woke up relatively early that day. When I woke up, I found that he did not go out early. Instead, he was sitting on the ground at the head of the bed, lying on my pillow and looking at me. When he saw me waking up, he stretched out his hand. Touched my head.

I was stunned for a long time and didn't come back to my senses. I didn't even believe that I could see him for the first time in the morning and he was so close. I even reached out and touched his face to confirm that it was true, but I couldn't believe it. I didn't dare to ask him if he remembered me, because I was afraid that he would say no, so I had to look at him.

He said to me: "I know that I have a disease. Every once in a while, I will forget everything before. Except for some childhood memories, my brain cannot store new memories. You said, we We have been together since childhood, so I can definitely think of you."

From that day on, although he still went to the temple every day to read the materials, scriptures and other things, he no longer went out early and came back late. Every day he would take time to come out and ask me to tell him about the past, even though I had finished telling him. I didn't think he had much reaction.

At night, he would take a notebook and take notes by himself, but this was always when I was sleepy and couldn't hold it in, so I was confused and didn't know what he was writing down. He didn't call me by my name or take notes. He will call me girl, just like I thought before. I am really not sure whether he is thinking of me now or forgetting me, because when we chat recently, I occasionally ask him about things in the snow mountains, but He seems to have forgotten it, but the best change for me is that he will wait for me wherever he goes and take me with him. When I am sleepy at night, he will let me sleep with my arms around him.

In this way, we lived here for a few months. Although we were not as close as before he left, there was no longer that heartbreaking feeling of strangeness. It was more companionship than loneliness, and more sweetness than ordinaryness. It was actually quite good. of.

The secret has been kept, his memory has been reset, and he has decided to leave here, but he is not sure where to go.

I don’t know much about XZ here, but I know that October to May of the next year is the time when the mountains are prone to heavy snowfall. When he came back, it was the third week of heavy snowfall. We stayed here for a few It's already March, the temperature is low on the snow-capped mountains, and there's still a lot of snow, but the hike to the teleportation station is absolutely safe, so I took him there, and I'll just figure out where to go while I'm resting.

When I arrived at the transfer station, I got a piece of news from that year while I was resting there. It was that someone was searching for "Zhang Qiling" in a nationwide audition. Also, the Wang family could no longer hold it in. Their ambitions were expanding, and they were no longer It is simply to destroy the Zhang family, but to completely destroy the Zhang family and uproot it. My brother looked at these two pieces of news and made a decision. He said: "Go to Changsha."

(End of this chapter)