A letter to Zhang Qiling.

Hello. This letter comes from a stranger and has nothing to do with what you want to do. In order not to waste time, you can choose to throw it away when you see this.

I often wonder, how did two people meet thousands of miles away? Now I think knowing a person starts with a name. So, what's your name? Is it Zhang Qiling, little brother, stuffy oil bottle, or dumb father? Or, you don't know? I'm sorry to remind you. You really forgot your name a long time ago. But it doesn't matter. I remember everything. Let me tell you something.

First of all, everyone likes to call you little brother. Of course it's not your name, it's just a name for your handsome little brother. At that time, everyone ventured to visit the grave together. You are the most experienced and capable one, and people will always ask your opinion subconsciously. You dumb, only at this time will you not be stingy with your words. Not to show off one's knowledge, but because of the danger under the tomb, anyone who doesn't pay attention will be fatal. At other times, you always don't talk, and everyone thinks you are particularly gloomy and don't know what's going on in your stomach. My naive little husband didn't know you at that time and thought you were a piece of wood. Then, why do you bring your friends out every time you go to the grave? Haven't you always had a bad memory? Honestly, when you look in a daze, are you trying to write down every partner's face? Hey, did I guess something?

Then, there is a name you must remember, called "stuffy oil bottle". I don't remember whether that naive little husband ever called you that. However, I think you must remember this name. Many years ago, you were alone, regardless of the tomb gate or the snowy mountain. I don't know if this kind of life makes you dumb all the year round. What you are most afraid of is finding that you have nothing to do with the world, just like living in a mirror. However, everything was quietly changed that night. You passed that innocent little husband with a dragon on his back. From then on, you can no longer cut off contact with the world. Whether with that little husband or with us.

Seriously, my brothers on the street gave you too many names. Brothers who don't know you very well often call you "dumb Zhang" When Kim begged you to do something, Zeng Tian called you "dumb dad" with a straight face. Brother Xiao Zhang also calls you "boss". At that time, your brother still called you "Zhang Ge", and the little husband who entered the dreamland was very condescending. Now it seems that there is a reason why you often don't know who you are. After all, you have too many names.

This surname carries your most important identity all the time, but it is also the last thing I want to mention to you. Yes, your name is. You are the master of the Zhang family. About your life's legendary "Hidden Sea Flowers", his uncle didn't finish. But it doesn't matter, because I was lucky enough to watch the play "Hidden Sea Flowers". Although the plot is somewhat different from the clues in the book, I think these things are still of reference value to you. At that time, your father came to Tibet on the orders of his clan. After a long time, your father fell in love with your mother's white horse. Soon, you were born. However, the Zhang family forbids intermarriage with foreigners. At this time, the Zhang family just needed a holy baby to whitewash the lie of immortality. Your parents died protecting you. You became the sacred baby of the Zhang family and received the best education. You are still a naive young master. This gray happiness didn't last long, and your master betrayed his family with a group of Zhang family members. The family kept cleaning up, and El Nino's lies were exposed. For a moment, you lived like a joke. Fortunately, Zhang left your depression. You finally have someone who really loves you. However, no matter how deep it is hidden, it will be discovered one day. The Zhang family found you and has been putting pressure on you like a bald man. For this old man, you set foot on that road again. When you go home, you are pushed into a hole full of zombies by your people. I want you to die, and I won't leave you with a whole body. It's a good thing that you were born with Kirin blood, and all insects don't invade. This blood saved you for a while, but it also pushed you deeper into despair. When you were young, your people took you to the grave to collect blood. In the tomb, people accidentally touched the hexagonal bronze bell. People hallucinate and kill each other. Finally, under the whole grave, only you are dead and alive. Because, you saw a bald man who participated in the battle to save you. The old man was covered in blood and died ugly. You finally cut off the only connection with the world by yourself. The young man dragged his mutilated body back to his home, seeking only death. But at this time, the Zhang family is at the end of the road, and she can't consider many. All she needs is the last patriarch to be buried with the family. So, you became Zhang Qiling and forgot everything about yourself. In my eyes, you are really not smart at all, just like a little wife in feudal times, who only knows how to roll with the punches. Who do you think you are? You are not a god, you can't stand the worship of all beings. You are just a kind and lonely young man.

I've said a little too much. I don't know where you are, but I threw it away after reading it. If you have read it patiently, please listen to me again. Little brother, being happy and sad occasionally won't affect the lovely nature of your cold facial paralysis. The iron triangle and friends around you will always care about you, and I will never forget you in different dimensions.

Remind me of my forgetful little brother at the end of the letter. Ten years later, under Changbai Mountain, we will be there or be square.

wish you

May peace and joy accompany you all your life.

? Liu mourned his peers.

? Any day