The snow drifts on the window, sprinkling its pure white, and falling on its gentleness. Gentleness, like a mother's tenderness, so gentle, so simple.

Amy was lying on the white hospital bed, her body raised by soft pillows, and she looked out the night window at the snow drifting. In the past two days, her mood has eased a lot, and after hating, her heart has calmed down, and she began to seriously think about the problem of the child in her belly.

The mother's family is a kind of nature, as the doctor said, can she really be ruthless to strangle her own child? The child is the same person, but more of it is her own, conceived in her own child, grown up in her own belly, even if there is a mistake, it is her own fault, the child is innocent.

Amy thought so, but when she thought of the tragic death of her parents in front of her eyes, she never passed her level. When she thought of the child in her womb, she couldn't let go of her biggest enemy, the most hated person and her pregnancy.

Thinking about it, she recalled what the doctor said to her today: "From the perspective of the actual situation, your current body is really not suitable for abortion, and it is very likely that both mother and child will die with one corpse and two lives." If you do, then your family will be completely empty, your parents will lose their only daughter, and your hatred, your grievances, and your grievances will disappear forever. For you personally, death may be a relief, but if your parents are still around, I don't think they would want to see their daughter die like this, that's their only sustenance on shijie. When you die, it is only good for one person, and that is the person you hate, who wants to kill you but fails to kill you. But you killed yourself, isn't that what he wanted? He will not leave a tear for you, but it will be your parents who are not far from heaven who will shed tears. ”

Obviously, these words have played a role in Amy's current mood, so that she can calm down and think about her future, the future of herself and her children.

......

On the same night, the same girl who had lost her parents, Jora sat at her desk, the shining lamp was on, and there were some letters and documents on the desk, which turned out to be the relics left by the royal mentor. Perhaps it is because these relics are only correspondence and some working documents. So it wasn't until the last time that his colleague found it out of the office. Give it to Jora.

Originally, Ruola would never look through other people's private messages, but when she was sorting out, she occasionally found that some letter files seemed to be related to Teacher Beiji. Although Teacher Beiji has passed away, she has been taking care of Ruola for many years, and Ruola's royal mentor Weishenme will have such correspondence documents related to Teacher Beiji. Out of curiosity, I opened it and looked at it.

Originally from the Tomb of the Hero King after the incident returned. The royal mentor has been investigating the reason why Bei Ji Weishenme went to the Tomb of the Hero King. He found that Beji had participated in the archaeology for gold coins and personal gain, but partly for the gold and silver coins of angels and demons in the Bemtt period, or for the relationship between the coins and the tomb of the heroic king, and the historical story behind it.

Perhaps Becky has been studying the ancient cultures of the pre-Sanctuary calendar. Even if he is blinded by selfish desires, he has never forgotten his research and dedication to history, so that what he will never forget when he dies is the coin that he holds in his hand and is unwilling to let go.

After the gloom, Jora continued to look through the letters and the reports of her work, and after Becky's death, the royal mentor became interested in the coins of angels and demons, but he had already encountered an accident before he could begin to delve into it.

The Bemte culture is a local national culture in ancient times, and the hero king Sag is a hero who emerged on the shijie in ancient times, and the two are seven or eight thousand years apart, and I really can't understand what kind of connection there will be. However, Jora thought about what happened in that fake tomb of the Hero King, what did the Hero King encounter thousands of years ago, and he had to leave a clue to the fake tomb in Apra Province, so what kind of place was the map leading to the ancient times?

Thinking of this, Ruora couldn't help but yearn for it, what kind of scene is it like to have ancient shijie, the civilization that existed 10,000 years ago?

"It must have been a very beautiful time, and the people at that time must have lived a simple life? They were simple and kind, friendly and helpful, and did they still have traditional and ancient rituals? Yes, they opened a field next to their house, and the women harvested vegetables and fruits in the fruit grove and put them on their heads with dustpans, and they were busy with farm work under the sun, hard but happy...... It must be like this. Jora thought about ancient history, and her heart drifted into the distance. Even though all this is just a fiction in her mind, she is willing to think about this beauty, or maybe it is precisely because her reality makes her heart too bitter.

"It's a beautiful place, it's much better than the city now, and I'd rather live in that environment than stay in this empty royal capital. Jora lowered her head in frustration, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in her heart. On this shijie, the only two people she cared for were gone one by one, and there was no figure in the city that could make her feel intimate. In addition to this house, except for the teaching work in the college, I am already lonely, and I have no other worries, as if I am in a completely strange place, lonely and pitiful, and no one can confide in the pain in my heart.

"I ...... I want to get out of here. Jora muttered a sentence in distraction, and even she was startled when she reacted. She opened her mouth in a daze, surprised at what she had said, and thought about what she had said.

“...... I...... Can I get out of here?" Jora thought as she thought more and more at the bold assumption. It's not that she hasn't left the royal capital, but that kind of departure is completely different from what she thinks now. In the past, people left, but the heart is still here, but now...... Now her heart just wants to get away from this place and never come back.

Thinking of leaving the royal capital, Ruola's heart was pounding, she had never had such a bold idea, she had always lived here, grew up here, stayed here, found a teaching job, found an ordinary man to marry, this is her idea for the future. She was willing to live like this until she grew old, but now she felt that she could change anything.

The vision of leaving, like a pebble falling into stagnant water, gradually set off ripples and gradually shook Jora's heart. "Get out of here, get out of this place where I don't have any attachments, I'm going to get out of here~!" Jora's heart pounded, and she couldn't suppress her rapid breathing. Suddenly, she calmed down again: "Where should I go out of here?" This is a real question, which determines whether she is a duckweed that goes with the waves, or a free bird with a purpose. But for her, even though this shijie is vast, there is no place she is familiar with, and there is no place where she can take root and make her yearn for.

She couldn't help but turn her gaze back to the messy envelope on the desk, the peeled handwriting was the teacher's record bit by bit, and it was also Teacher Beiji's unfinished wish.

"By the way, I can go to archaeology, I can ...... You can go to know the shijie of Bemt, that is the wish of Teacher Beiji before his death, and it is also the work that the teacher did not complete before he died. Jora immediately packed up her things in her room, only to find out that it was still late at night, and it was too early to do all this.

It's just that Jora has made up her mind, her heart is like a galloping pony, and she no longer thinks about whether there is anything reluctant in this city, her heart has already galloped on the dirt-splashed wilderness road, yearning for the future life.

"Yes, those adventurous travelers, those hot-blooded mercenaries, they can live a free and unfettered life, and so can I. ”

Unable to sleep peacefully that night, Jora's heart was filled with hopes for the future, and she had begun to sketch out her new life, and she had made up her mind to sell the house tomorrow, even though it was the only relic she had inherited from her unknown parents.

...... (To be continued......)