Frost Period

"If a nameless person wants to establish a name, he must prove it by the things he treasures." Pei Zhaoye didn't ask what the treasure was. He didn't have time to ask. "My name is Pei Zhaoye." The copper page did not move. He looked at his sister in the center of the lamp array, and the blood in his palm spread little by little along the page. "A man from the Paper Lantern Street in Yanhui City, the adopted son of Zhou Wanniang." The first stroke appeared on the copper page. Pei Qingyuan looked at him through the light and moved her lips, as if she wanted to call him brother, but she didn't dare to call him. Pei Zhaoye said the last few words. "Pei Qingyuan's elder brother." The moment he finished writing the name, he suddenly remembered that many years ago, his father stood in the rain and handed him a freshly pasted paper lantern. He remembered his father's hands. Remember the rain on the lamp paper. I remember my father lowered his head and said something to him. But the voice suddenly disappeared. Pei Zhaoye thought hard. In my memory, my father was still standing in the rain, his lips still moving, but there was no sound from the rain. In the center of the lamp array, the dead lamp with "Pei Qingyuan" written on it began to go out. "Brother?" Pei Qingyuan rushed over to support him. "What's wrong with you?" Pei Zhaoye looked at her, and there was only a sharp ringing in his right ear. She is still alive. So he shook his head. "It's okay." After that day, he still remembered his father once said something very important to him. I just can't hear it anymore.