The night grew deeper, and a cold wind howled.
After Jiang Ji finished recounting his experience that day, he trembled uncontrollably, as if his body had shattered into pieces.
My older brother said he was born stupid and inflexible.
My younger brother said he's simple-minded and easily deceived.
Although Jiang Ji was not as clever as his elder brother and younger brother, he was far ahead in the matter of finding his younger sister.
Master Huiming did not lie to him; the Buddhist beads were worth fifty million.
He successfully found his sister; he's not stupid at all.
This time, the older brother and the younger brother were the ones who were foolish.
Jiang Ji looked up and smiled happily, "Little sister, it's so good that you're still alive."
Their eyes met, and his eyes were filled with surprise and tenderness.
Lin Xi tilted her head slightly and looked at the distant sky.
She had lived in a Taoist temple since she could remember.
The other children have parents, brothers and sisters, and live happily with their families.
She was all alone, learning mystical arts alone, catching ghosts alone, eating and sleeping alone.
My master is always on the run, I don't know what he's busy with every day, and I rarely see him. He's even less reliable than Master Jingyuan.
She asked, "Why don't my family want me?"
The master simply smiled and said, "You'll understand when you grow up."
So, it turns out, she wasn't unwanted after all...
Lin Xi sighed; fate is unpredictable.
She disappeared on Jiang Ji's birthday, which was a huge blow to the five-year-old child, a pain that was etched into her heart.
No wonder he's been looking for her for nearly twenty years.
Lin Xi was feeling conflicted, unsure how to face her second brother, who was related to her by blood.
If Jiang Ji were a bad guy, I would have given him a good beating, but he just happens to treat her with genuine sincerity.
Nearly twenty years later, Linxi has no memory of her infancy.
She had met Jiang Ji three or four times; they were essentially strangers who didn't know each other very well.
For a moment, no one spoke; the surroundings were very quiet. The wind rustled the leaves, making a soft, whispering sound, interspersed with faint sobs.
It was very quiet, barely noticeable.
But Lin Xi and Su Zikun both heard it.
Su Zikun stood aside anxiously. His little darling used to be unable to cry at all when acting in crying scenes, but now he can cry so well.
Don't cry, stand up quickly and shout three sentences loudly.
Little sister, your second brother misses you so much!
Jiang Ji squatted on the ground, his head buried in his arms, frantically wiping his face, feeling incredibly frustrated, as if he had a runny nose!
Su Zikun! Express delivery paper!!
No one could understand his thoughts. Jiang Ji quietly moved his arm away, revealing a pair of wet eyes, and gave a wink to the person next to him.
Su Zikun made an exaggerated expression and exclaimed, "Oh my, my little darling! Your eyes are swollen like a monkey's butt. You have a show to do tomorrow, and the gossip accounts will start spreading rumors again."
Jiang Ji glared at him, "Shut up!"
His bad friend not only didn't understand what he meant, but also laughed at him.
Su Zikun stood up straight quietly. "Okay."
Jiang Ji was silent for a moment, then said, “Sister… Master Lin, that’s all I remember.”
Lin Xi took out a tissue from her small bag. "You can get up now."
Jiang Ji's eyes lit up instantly, and he solemnly accepted the paper. "Thank you."
Waaaaah, my little sister is the best.
If his younger sister hadn't been lost, he could have watched her grow up...
As I thought about it, tears welled up in my eyes again.
Jiang Ji, don't cry, you should be happy at this moment.
He put away the paper, wiped his tears with his clothes, and stood up straight obediently. "Is there anything else you want to ask? I will tell you the truth as long as I know the answer."
Lin Xi lowered his head in deep thought; Jiang Ji's memories contained many inexplicable elements.
The baby pays respects to the ancestors before being given a name, such as the head of the Jiang family.
The strangest thing is that Jiang Ji suddenly slept for three days and three nights. What happened during that time? How did she drift to the stream? And was she picked up by Master Xuankong again?
Jiang Ji was also unaware of these estimates.
Lin Xi's mind was in a mess, so she decided to ask the simple question, "Why do you keep thinking I'm not dead?"
Jiang Ji said, word by word, "My intuition tells me that my sister is extraordinary and would never die so easily."
“And…” He paused for a few seconds, then finished in one breath, “I dug up your grave.”
Lin Xi: ? ? ?
She pointed to herself, "I have a grave?!"
Jiang Ji nodded emphatically.
Although my sister's appearance has gradually become blurry, the memory of that day remains vivid.
He could never forget it and it constantly reminded him of it.
Sister, find your sister, don't forget your sister.
Back then, his older brother took him to his sister's grave to stop him from going crazy.
"Jiang Ji, look closely, she's already dead!"
There were no words on the tombstone, but a picture of his younger sister was pasted on top. The little dumpling's sweet smile pierced his heart, and Jiang Ji went even crazier.
He jumped onto the grave and began digging with his bare hands, shouting, "My sister is inside, I have to save her..."
The cement grave couldn't be moved at all, so Jiang Ji sat on the ground and cried bitterly, remembering this place.
Later, he and Su Zikun dug up the grave and found the contents: a pink swaddle, a set of clothes, and a small baby bottle.
Jiang Ji felt like dying when his sister happened to be with these three items before she disappeared.
The older brother wasn't lying; the younger sister really is dead?
At that moment, his IQ soared, and he realized something was wrong: the postcard was missing.
Jiang Ji murmured to himself, "If that really is your grave, the postcard must be inside. My sister wouldn't lose the first gift I gave her."
He asked hesitantly, "Do you remember?"
Lin Xi vaguely remembered that her master had given her a few things: a pink cloth, a postcard, and a peace lock.
A little orange cat is lying on the grass taking a nap, with a childish signature in the lower left corner, like a child's doodle.
Because the handwriting was too ugly, she couldn't understand it. What on earth was Gong Yuqi?
Later, the Taoist temple was destroyed by the talisman she drew, and these things disappeared without a trace.
Lin Xi gave a light "hmm," and said, "I remember your signature. It's very unique; I remembered it at a glance."
Jiang Ji was excited. "Really? I guessed right. My sister would never lose my gift. If I wasn't asleep that day... why did I fall asleep?"
He tried hard to think, and a series of sharp pains spread from his head throughout his body. It felt as if a pair of large hands were grabbing his shoulders from behind, and an inexplicable chill crept into his heart.
Jiang Ji collapsed to the ground, his consciousness gradually fading, and a strange cry rang in his ears.
Snore—!
Su Zikun panicked, "Jiang Ji, what's wrong?!"
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