Qin Yin put one hand on Wen Ling's shoulder and looked into the eyes in the porcelain cup with unbearable expression. As she looked at it, she frowned.
"twelve……"
Others found out too.
There are twelve eyes in the cup, but there are only five people here.
Luo Jiutian walked towards the gap in the circle, squatted down, stretched out his hand and dusted the ground a few times.
He brushed away the bamboo leaves scattered on the ground, revealing traces on the ground.
Sure enough, there should be someone here.
Baomu also walked over. He looked up at the little boy opposite and said, "Maybe it's a child."
Two old people, two adults, and two children.
Now, that child is gone.
Wen Ling was still holding the cup of eyes and sobbing. Fortunately, the crying gradually became fainter. Xiaolan hesitated a lot and finally said, "Wen Ling, a person is missing."
Wen Ling raised his face with unhealed scars and looked at Xiaolan blankly.
Qin Yin raised her hand and pointed to where Luo Jiutian was, "There should be someone there, maybe a child, her eyes are still there..."
In a porcelain cup.
But Qin Yin didn't say anything.
Wen Ling sobbed a few times and said intermittently, "Child... kid..."
"Don't worry, it's possible that the child left on his own." The fool comforted him.
But the greater possibility is that the child was taken away by that group of people.
Wen Ling obviously thought of this as well. Her eyes widened and there were no more tears to shed in her red and swollen eyes.
"them……"
Wen Ling's voice was hoarse and broken. As these two words blurted out, flaming anger replaced the sadness in her eyes and suddenly burst out.
"But..." the Taoist priest said, "if that group of people took the child away, why did they leave the eyes?"
The fool nodded, "I'm also thinking about this. It's not just the child's eyes. They left these eyes here. Obviously this is what they are looking for."
"Maybe it's because the premise of the prophetic eye is the prophet. If it is separated from the prophet's body or loses the process of prophecy, the prophetic eye will have no effect." Luo Jiutian said.
Judging from Wen Ling's expression, she probably hasn't thought about this either.
"Do those people know this?" Qin Yin asked.
"Whether they know it or not, they have no reason to take away the child and leave the eyes," Luo Jiutian said, "so I think it is possible that the child was not taken away by them."
Most of the anger in Wen Ling's eyes was extinguished instantly.
Qin Yin reacted quickly and immediately turned to Wen Ling and said, "This is good news, it means that the child is still alive."
A glimmer of hope flashed in Wen Ling's gray eyes, but that light quickly disappeared.
How far can a child without eyes run on his own? Coupled with their inherited frailty and short lifespan...
Even if he was alive when he left, it is still unknown now.
"No matter what, this is a hope," Luo Jiutian said, "If we can really find the child, we may be able to know what happened in Weiruo Village, and maybe we can also know where the new Sanyan settlement is.
where."
Wen Ling lowered his head.
She doesn't know Sanyan's new home, maybe she will never be able to go home.
However, my grandfather has left, and I actually have no home...
"But where can we find that child?" Qin Yin asked.
Luo Jiutian couldn't answer this question either.
No one knows the answer.
"We don't even know what the child looks like," Xiaolan said. "I asked Ling, are there many children in the village?"
Wenling was in a daze with her hair down. When she heard Xiaolan's question, she thought deeply for a while and said, "More."
The fool added, "It should be a little girl."
"Less than ten years old." Baomu also said.
Wen Ling was silent for a few seconds, then slowly stood up and said, "I know."
"Have you thought about who that child is?" A look of surprise appeared on the fool's face, but he quickly suppressed the joy.
Wen Ling nodded, raised the porcelain cup in her hand, and pointed inside.
She remembered those eyes.
She remembers the eyes of every Sanyan person.
"Have we just been to this child's home?" the Taoist priest asked.
Wen Ling recalled and shook his head.
Very good.
"Maybe the little girl has gone home." Xiaolan said.
"Then let's hurry up now..."
Halfway through Qin Yin's words, he suddenly remembered that there were five corpses here. Everyone's thoughts were concentrated in one place, and everyone looked at Wen Ling together.
After a long while, the Taoist Master said in a deep voice, "Wen Ling, let's bury them."
Wen Ling turned around reluctantly and stared deeply at her grandfather.
Then, she nodded.
Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief and saw others doing the same.
"Then...where are we going to bury them?" The fool asked cautiously, "I'll send them there."
Wen Ling wiped away the tears on his face, sniffed, and pointed to the ground.
"here."
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at her feet, "Buried in the middle of the bamboo forest?"
"Well," Wen Ling nodded heavily and said with a trembling voice, "all..."
This is the cemetery of the Sanyan people.
They died on the grave.
The boys returned to the village to get tools, and then started shoveling the soil.
Wen Ling designated a location, which was the place her grandfather told her a long, long time ago.
Xiaolan and Qin Yin helped move the five corpses over. Wenling looked at their faces one by one and clasped their hands one by one.
Faces that once held smiles and concern, pairs of clear and beautiful eyes...
Wen Ling hugged Grandpa one last time.
She wrapped the porcelain cup with her coat, placed the porcelain cup and eyes in the center of the tomb.
I really don’t want to grow up like this.
But when it comes time to make a choice, you have to act like an adult and take that step forward.
She stood up, walked out of the spacious grave pit, and looked at the boys holding shovels.
"Start?" the fool asked softly.
She narrowed her eyes and nodded vigorously, "Yeah."
There was a rustling sound of filling the soil for a long time. Wen Ling sat next to a green bamboo and looked at the sky for a long time.
Xiaolan and Qin Yin sat on both sides of her, looking at the sky with her.
The three of them remained motionless.
rustle……
The sound of shoveling suddenly stopped.
Wen Ling's shoulders trembled.
"Ask the spirit." The fool's voice came from behind the three of them.
Wen Ling started to move, Xiaolan and Qin Yin quickly stood up and helped her up.
There, it has turned back into flat land.
It's like nothing happened.
Wen Ling spoke in a weak voice, "Thank you."
Baomu scratched his head, "We actually didn't do much, we are basically idiots..."
"I haven't contributed much," said the fool, who was also a little shy. "The soil here is soft and easy to dig."
Wenling sighed and moved his gaze upwards, looking again at the sky filled with sunset glow.