Not in the Register

Lin Jin has a habit: when he sees something, he always counts it first. Because when he was twelve years old, he stayed one night in Heifeng Ridge. The next day, there was one less person in the village. He remembered the old man, remembered the old man's hand touching the face, and remembered talking to him. But everyone in the village said - there has never been such a person here. From then on, Lin Jing started counting. Count houses, count footprints, count bowls, count names. Until twenty years later, he woke up from a heavy fog in Black Wind Ridge. The clothes were torn in three places, but there were no injuries on the body. There were three drops of his blood on the ground, but no traces of his footprints. And on the piece of rust he brought back from the fog, after the seventh breath, two words slowly emerged - Lin Jin. At the same time, according to Luoyan City's register, he did not enter the mountain at all three days ago. For the past seventy years, Heifengling will appear on the list of deregistrations every frost. The name column is always empty. Someone told him: Don't leave the city on the day of frost. Someone told him: Don't count. Someone else told him they could buy him a name. Lin Jin didn't know what he had encountered. He only knew that someone was disappearing in the city. Everyone is beginning to forget that this person ever existed. So for the first time, he began to ask a question that he had never seriously thought about: Is a name used to address a person, or is it used to prove that a person exists? This question starts from a small town.