Looking at Qingqing's so-called "sleight of hand", I couldn't help but think of the long conversation that Mr. Chen had with me before he died. A very strong sense of picture emerged in my mind. I seemed to have seen what happened in Dayanpo a few years ago.
Scenes passed by. The mysterious stone tripod, the sudden appearance of a face-changing man.
Mr. Chen has never said whether the Face-Changing People are a group. He simply believes that there is only one Face-Changing Person in the world. My nerves are constantly experiencing huge shocks. Qingqing, is she a Face-Changing Person?
I'm not sure. Although I was surprised, I still thought of a lot. From what Mr. Chen told me, the face-changing man was obviously a man. When he appeared in Dayanpo, his facial features were indistinguishable, but his body shape could still be seen.
It’s clear. Qingqing is very thin, and there are obvious differences from the face-changing person that Mr. Chen talked about.
What's going on? My doubts about Qingqing became even more intense. Admittedly, from the first moment I saw her, I felt that she was filled with a mystery that I couldn't explain, but out of politeness and respect
, I have never asked about her in the past few days, but now? Can I still remain silent?
Undoubtedly, the Face-Changing Man was very important in the Dayanpo incident. Those things that Mr. Chen gave me must be handed over to the Face-Changing Man intact. I must find out who Qingqing is.
"North..." Qingqing's facial features quickly returned to normal. She was like an elf who could read minds. She couldn't see anything, but she seemed to be able to feel my emotional fluctuations, even in the smallest moments.
Even the slightest fluctuation could not be hidden from her: "What's wrong with you?"
"Qingqing, there is something very, very important to me." I calmed down and said, "I want to ask you something, is it okay?"
"If you are happy." Qingqing thought for a moment and replied solemnly: "Okay."
I thought in a wide range and speculated on all the possibilities. If the face-changing people are not a group, then even if Qingqing is not a face-changing person, at least he has a close relationship with the face-changing people. In this case, I will
Ask her about her life experiences before and after, and look for clues from them.
"Qingqing, who did you learn this trick from?"
"No one taught me." Qingqing said, "I learned it myself."
Her answer surprised me even more. If someone taught her, things could still be investigated slowly, but the person who taught her didn't exist at all, and the clue was immediately interrupted.
"How did you learn this trick? When did you learn it?" I then asked, "Does anyone else know that you can do this trick?"
Because I had to get to the bottom of it, I had to ask some questions about her personal situation. I didn’t know if some of my questions were inappropriate. Qingqing still sat there without moving, but her expression suddenly dimmed.
, just like the gray mist in her eyes, it made my heart suddenly hurt.
"Qingqing, please forgive me if I asked something I shouldn't have asked." I tentatively said, "You don't have to answer either."
"No, no, no." Qingqing immediately raised her head and said to me: "It's not like that, it's just that I'm a little sad. There's nothing I can't answer. I learned this trick in a mountain.
"
When it comes to this question, we have to go a long way. There is a kind of sadness on Qingqing's face. Although it is just a touch of sadness, I believe that her heart is definitely not as indifferent as it looks on her face. At the same time, there is some confusion in her expression.
It's like I've been lost for a long, long time.
That mountain is of great significance to Qingqing. She grew up in that mountain.
"I don't know who my parents are. Ever since I was sensible, there has been no one around me." Qingqing tried her best to control her emotions, but some things were like a thorn buried in her heart. As long as she moved,
It would be painful. She forced a smile, but slowly lowered her head: "Maybe I have made some mistakes since I was born."
I couldn't answer the question, because asking Qingqing to recall and talk about the past was actually a kind of pain for me. As she told her story, I remembered my childhood. I grew up in an orphanage, and I also don't understand.
I know who my parents are. They may have abandoned me for various reasons when I was still an infant. I am very strong. When I grow up, I want everyone to know that I am a person who can watch.
People who are open to everything can let go of everything.
But that's just me deceiving myself. No one can understand my loneliness.
I looked at Qingqing who lowered her head, and her shoulders were shaking slightly. I felt a little regretful, letting her think about the past that she was unwilling to face. I stood up, slowly reached out my hand, and touched her long, silky hair.
Want to calm her down a bit.
"You are not wrong. Who can make mistakes among newborns?" I tried to make myself smile, hoping to infect Qingqing and let her let go of the past memories that can never be thrown away: "You are not wrong, I am not wrong,
We are all the same."
Qingqing raised her head again. I didn't know if my comfort could make her feel better. But she did show a little smile in the sad look on her face. She gently took my hand and held my palm.
Stick it on her face. My palm is not generous, but it makes Qingqing feel very warm. Her face sticks to my hand and she closes her eyes.
It was at this moment that I truly understood what Qingqing said. The familiarity between us is not the familiarity that we may have met before. In that kind of familiarity, there is an indescribable closeness. I gently touched
Looking at her face, she couldn't help but want to cry.
She and I seemed to be affected by a special emotion. I couldn't tell whether that emotion was sadness, happiness, peace, or something else. In short, I had a strange idea.
I don't want to leave her, and I don't want her to leave me either. But there is no impure motive in thinking like this. I just feel that if she leaves me, she will be wronged and her life will not be good.
After a long time, we finally calmed down a little. I asked Qingqing if she still remembered that mountain.
"Remember." Qingqing sighed slightly and said, "I will never forget it."
"Can you take me to see it?" An idea suddenly came into my mind. In Qingqing's story, that mountain was the place where she grew up. I felt that it would be a special and important place.
.
"If you want to go, I will take you there."
The escape plan was immediately perfected. I secretly thought that as long as I could leave the city safely, I would follow Qingqing to the mountain first, which would at least keep us safe for a while. In fact, I have no ability to guarantee that we can escape during this period.
All crises have been resolved, but I don’t want to think about unnecessary things. It will only make me more troubled and stressed.
"No matter what happens, I hope you will be fine." Qingqing stood up, her forehead just facing my eyes: "Don't think about tomorrow. I never think about what will happen to me tomorrow. We
You don’t know what will happen tomorrow, right?”
"Yes, we don't know."
"Then live a good day." Qingqing smiled and said, "Today, we all need to be a little happier."
I took the opportunity to talk to the old magician on the phone, and then expressed my thoughts. The old magician hesitated for a moment and asked me if I could guarantee safety. I answered in the affirmative because Qingqing had stayed at that mountain and she was familiar with it.
The fact that she can live there means that the environment is relatively safe and nothing can threaten her.
The plan was formulated like this. I couldn't show my face, and the old magician was responsible for all the preparations. The conversation with Qingqing seemed to let me know her more clearly. I have to say that she is an optimistic person, even though she is not lively.
She is quiet most of the time, and she seems to have an innate melancholy, but when I am with her, I am very happy, and even have a touch of happiness.
One day later, the old magician came and brought some things. We changed into the clothes he prepared, and then the old magician told me to leave now.
"How should we go? Have you prepared a car? Or should we take a bus or a train?" I calculated that the mountain Qingqing mentioned is not very far from here, about a hundred kilometers away. If there is a car, we can
Go very fast.
"The idea is so beautiful, this is running away." The old magic stick said: "There is no car, so we are running."
"Diben?" I fainted all of a sudden and looked at the old magic stick in surprise.
"Young man, you have no experience." The old magician squinted his eyes, smiled proudly, and then explained to me in a low voice: "You know, when your incident comes out, there will be no trouble on the surface, but there must be some trouble.
Large-scale manhunt. Whether you drive or take a car, there will be irregular and sudden checks on various traffic arteries out of the city. By then, you will be stuck in the car and have no place to run. So, we left on foot.
It’s the safest.”
I thought about it, and what the old man said does make sense.
We were on the road. I didn’t know the old magician well. Although he looked sloppy, I thought he was a person with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, so he led us out of the city on two legs, without even the smallest danger.
Not encountered.
Although I was very tired, I was very satisfied to be able to leave safely. After that, we slowly approached the mountain Qingqing mentioned.
That mountain has no name and is completely desolate. On our side, there are people living in some mountains, but the mountains they live in must not be far from the towns. Once they are far away from the inhabited mountains, they will be very desolate. I
Neither I nor the old magician knew the route into the mountain, but Qingqing was completely guiding us. I felt more and more extraordinary about her, a blind person, but she could move forward and retreat freely in the complicated mountainous terrain.
"Qingqing." I couldn't help but ask her quietly: "Can you really not see anything?"
"Many things don't have to be seen with the eyes." Qingqing pointed to my heart and said, "Sometimes, it can be seen more clearly than the eyes."
Qingqing took us into a trail that could barely be called a mountain road. It was not a road at all, but just a passage among the mountains that made it easier for people to walk through.
As I walked, my brows furrowed and my steps slowed down. My heart was full of doubts and puzzles. I tried hard to think and recall, but I couldn't remember anything.
I have never been to this mountain, but walking on this mountain road, I always feel that this is not the first time I have walked here.