In this prosperous city, people are busy living an ordinary day every day. In an ordinary or extraordinary house, when the first ray of morning light enters the room, every corner of the dark place is covered by
illuminate
"Dingling bell~~~" the alarm clock rang on time
On a big bed, the man was sleeping with his head covered. He slowly stretched out his hand from the quilt, and then pressed the noisy alarm clock. Then the quilt was lifted, and his long blond hair, which was a little messy, was illuminated by the white light.
It looked particularly dazzling, and then the pair of amber eyes yawned inconspicuously, then narrowed their eyes and looked at the wall in front of them in a daze.
After a few seconds, the girl on the bed came to her senses and was willing to get out of the bed, picked up the clothes on the chair and changed into them.
Her name is Xuan Shiran, she is an ordinary high school student, an authentic Chinese. Due to family inheritance, her blond hair and a pair of eyes of different colors look out of place among the crowd of black-haired and dark-eyed students, so the classmates around her
They all gave her the nickname "foreigner", and because of the close pronunciation of her name, some people like to call her "Shiro". Although her appearance and name are different, this girl has an outstanding appearance.
Her appearance, if you ignore the name, everyone who sees her will compare this girl with a mixed-race child and a doll
After Xuan Shiran changed her clothes, she stood in front of the mirror and picked up a comb to comb her long golden hair. Then she walked to the calendar and looked at it. The time written down with a red marker happened to be today. She was sixteen years old.
birthday
"Xiao Ran, come down for breakfast soon" came the voice from downstairs, "I know, mom" the girl retracted her gaze and responded to the door, then turned and left.
"Morning, mom," Xuan Shiran said hello with a smile to the woman with black hair who had her back turned to her.
"Good morning, Xiaoran." The woman turned around and brought a bowl of longevity noodles that Chinese people eat on their birthdays. Then she put it gently in front of Xuan Shiran and said with a smile, "Xiaoran, happy birthday."
"Thank you, mom." The girl looked at the beautiful and gentle woman in front of her with moved eyes.
Picking up the chopsticks and eating the noodles, she didn't forget to look back and look around, "Mom, where's dad?"
"Your father has gone out to buy a cake for you, Xiaoran. I will send breakfast to grandpa later." The woman put another prepared breakfast on the dining table.
"Yeah" Xuan nodded with relief.
After eating the longevity noodles, she walked with breakfast in the backyard on a road that led directly to the temple. Zhongxuan Shiran's grandfather was the abbot of the temple and had always lived in the temple. Apart from his family, he rarely had contact with outsiders.
Because of his withdrawn personality, he was called "weird" by outsiders, but only his family knew that this old man had always been gentle and cheerful only to his family.
When she arrived at the temple, Xuan Shiran saw an old man with a shaved head and a red cassock standing next to the big clock. "Grandpa" she called the man in a sweet and clean voice.
The old man turned around, and the kind smile on his wrinkled face looked particularly friendly, if you ignore the scar that occupied half of his face.
When I once asked my grandfather how he got this scar, he always looked ahead sadly and did not answer. As time went by, Xuan Shiran stopped mentioning it. Perhaps this was the last thing he wanted to mention.
"Ran'er" the old man called the girl with a hoarse voice but very kindly.
"Grandpa, I brought you breakfast." After Xuan Shiran put the breakfast on the stone table, he picked up the broom aside and said, "Grandpa, let me help you clean it."
The old man smiled and nodded gently. When he was about to open his mouth to say something, Xuan Shi immediately answered with understanding, "You can't go to that warehouse."
The old man nodded with satisfaction and sat on the stone bench.
Xuan Shiran took the broom and walked to the temple. She didn't know why her grandfather didn't let her go to the warehouse on the west side. Although she was curious, she still endured it.
The old man looked up at the blue sky, half of his amber eyes were filled with sadness and nostalgia. The last word "It's been 50 years, King" was buried in the sound of the wind.