You don’t need me anymore." Xing

Zhang Zhuxun asked: "What was your original name? It was the name before it was chosen by Zhang Qishan and others as Zhang Qiling."

His shoulders were slumped and he was stunned for a while. His name...he suddenly found that he couldn't remember it.

"I don't remember." He said.

"Then what should you write on the epitaph in your grave? Dots? Ellipses?" Zhang Zhuxun found it a bit funny.

I had lived in this remote mountain for a long time and had no idea what his dots and ellipses were, so I was confused and a little annoyed by his smile.

"The name is just a code name, it doesn't matter what it is called."

"When the time comes, just pick one up." Xing

This vast green forest is almost reaching the edge, and the vegetation is much sparser than before. Standing on a high place, you can already see thousands of lights below the mountain.

"They are holding a lantern funeral for you." He said with a low shoulder, "Why don't you go down and have a look?"

In the vast night fog, clusters of white lights condensed on the mountains like sparks, igniting an immortal sea of ​​souls, like boundless splendid silver silk, and the stars in the sky echoed it.

The night is soft, the stars are blurred, the silver is shining slantingly, and the evening wind is caressing everything with its invisible cicada wings.

"They are saying goodbye to this world for me."

Zhang Zhuxun's voice was so soft that when the wind blew, it immediately floated to nowhere.

There was loneliness and envy in his slumped-shouldered eyes. He sat down and stroked the lynx's big fur, and whispered, "Do me one more favor." Xing

"What?" Zhang Zhuo responded casually, and his attention had already passed through the mountains and flew to the sea of ​​lights below.

The distance here was just right. He could see a brazier lit under the old pine tree in the center of the candlelight. Three familiar people were burning paper for him, and there were piles of paper money piled high beside it.

He regretted a little, regretting that he "died" so easily, letting Wu Xie keep walking forward with obsession and guilt.

But having taken this step, he has no room to look back.

"Will you come back here again?" he asked with slumped shoulders.

Only then did Zhang Zhuoxun pay some attention to him, "What?"

"When Zhang Qiling brings the tomb home next time, you can take out my tomb from the crack and let him put it in together." Xing

Zhang Zhuxun was stunned for a moment and looked at him, "Okay."

The slumped shoulders seemed to be relieved. He turned around and waved his hands, blowing a bamboo whistle, and several lynxes followed him, and their figures disappeared into the dense jungle together.

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Zhang Zhuxun has been sitting on the top of the mountain, looking through the night. He watched as long as Wu Xie and the others stayed under the old pine tree.

When the morning light comes on, the shadows of lamps gradually fade away, and the stars gradually turn white.

Only the last ever-burning lamp at the top of the tree is still emitting residual warmth.

Rubbing his aching left leg, Zhang Zhuxun stood up from the grass, looked at the slowly burning fire at the bottom of the mountain, and said "goodbye" in a subtle way. Xing

After taking a few steps, he turned around unexpectedly, only to find that when the three people were leaving, the younger brother's eyes happened to be looking this way.

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Time is suddenly forgotten, the past and present are fleeting, the feathers of time.
Chapter completed!