The water god was attacked by the ignorant mountain god
Contains * amnesia stalk * slow attack * bloody development
·He turned into snow, wind, and finally a human, waiting for him to go home·
Everyone in Xueluo Village knows that Baishan knows how to look at people.
When Rong Qing went up the mountain, he always felt a warm gaze on the back of his neck. Looking back, there were only trees and snow.
He didn't know that deep in the dead pine, a group of newly awakened consciousness was clumsily learning to be a human being - trying snow, wind, and rabbits, and finally pieced together the shape of a human being.
He cannot speak, has no name, and does not know who he is. He watched quietly, watching him cross the ditch, squat down, and pick up the rabbit's hind legs to weigh it. Watching him smile, the corners of his mouth curled up and then closed, like a short light passing on the snow.
Rong Qing began to put things into the cave, including dry firewood, rice, salt, and whetstones. He used pine branches, three of them side by side, of the same length. Rong Qing spoke to the empty cave, talking about himself, his father, and Bailu. He listened with his ear inside the bark of the tree, storing each word in his heart.
Later, He squatted in the snow, and Rong Qing said, "Let me give you a name. Changning, peaceful Ning, may you be in peace for a long time."
That was the first time Baishan had a name, and it was the first time the mountain spirit was granted a wish by one person.
Later, Rong Qing taught Chang Ning how to speak, how to laugh, and how to live like a human being. Chang Ning learned to say "Rong Qing" and learned to hold his hand warmly.
Later, Rong Qing stood in front of a cracked gap, turned around and smiled: "I will definitely come back again."
Changning has been waiting for a thousand years. When the withered pines fell and the snow melted on the white mountains, he finally planned to find him.
He traveled to all the mountains in the world, from the northern border to the southern border, from the East China Sea to the western border. Over the years, the spells left on the mountains never caught the trace of Rong Qing's return.
After thousands of years of traveling, the opportunity was ripe and he ascended. Behind you are thousands of undulating mountains, and in front of you are nine seas of clouds. A trace of silvery white water is still there in the palm of my hand - it has been there for thousands of years, like a drop of water that has not fallen, hanging at the end of time.
Thousands of years have passed since then, and I have found you.
Intention: "Waiting" is not stagnation, but moving forward in another sense.