Chapter 1

At the beginning of heaven and earth, all things breed, and the vast history is like a sea roaring like a landslide, sweeping through endless time.

It is the fate of mortals to live for a lifetime and plant for an autumn, from birth to dusk, until it turns into dead bones.

In ancient times, there were emperors who suffered from illness. In order not to die, they worshipped heaven and looked for longevity, but finally they could only be buried in the loess.

No one can break the iron law of birth, old age, death and mortal sorrow.

……

Brokeback Mountain is one of the eight wonderful mountains in the world. It is located in the state of Xia.

The mountain is steep, smooth as a wall, birds don't fall, and beasts don't trace. If ordinary people want to climb the top of the mountain, it's just a fantasy. From here, we can see that the mountain is dangerous and evil,

On the top of the heartbroken mountain, the north wind is cold.

Overlooking the vast sea of clouds, ye Xuan had endless loneliness and vicissitudes in his eyes, as if everything could not cause him any waves.

"Time flies. Time flies. Four years have passed. Do you... Remember me?"

"Or... Already thought I was buried in the Loess?"

Ye Xuan has a big secret. He was originally a patient with advanced leukemia and should be a mortal. Four years ago, he left the prosperous city and came to duanchang mountain. He wanted to survive, but God gave him a chance to open a dusty door and let him live to the present.

No, not only survived. Over the past four years, ye Xuan got something and lost something. What he got was strength and what he lost... Maybe it was his pity!

"All things born have a death. Today, ye Xuan breaks his cocoon and turns into a butterfly. He should step on the world again."

Boom.

It was like a raging wave, like a riprap through the air. When ye Xuan's voice sounded, the thunder cut through the sky, thousands of thunder lights crisscrossed in the clouds, and thousands of animal roars came from the depths of brokenhearted mountain, as if witnessing Ye Xuan's oath.

The wind and cloud gather, and the thunder is in the sky.

Ye Xuan stepped out one step, and there were endless waves in the void. The whole person turned into a streamer and disappeared on the top of the heartbroken mountain.

……

The cold wind is howling and the snow is majestic. At this time, it is the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. There are three or two pedestrians on the road, and there are a few vehicles on the road. A bleak figure moves forward in the flying snow.

The flying snowflakes continued to fall on the tip of Ye Xuan's hair. His thin body moved steadily until ye Xuan stopped and stood in front of a hospital.

The First Affiliated People's Hospital of Jiangnan City.

A plaque with black characters on a white background reflected in Ye Xuan's eyes.

"Four years, I'm back here!" Ye Xuan whispered softly, with a wisp of bitterness in his eyes.

Four years ago, he was terminally ill. He was treated in this hospital. He spent all his savings at home, but in the end, he just got a fatal diagnosis.

Ye Xuan clearly remembered that his mother's desperate eyes, his brother's clenched fists, his sister's red crying eyes... And a letter from his indifferent father.

Also on that day, ye Xuan disappeared in the hospital at night, because he didn't want to die in front of his relatives and let them feel sad for themselves.

Back to the old land, things are different.

Four years later, no one knows what he has experienced. He has come out of the sea of blood and bones, and his experience can't be described to others.

Floating in the sea of blood, I was disillusioned, struggling between life and death, recovering from ruin and extinction... Blood... Endless blood... Desolate and magnificent

Ye Xuan's thoughts were in a trance. His four-year experience was like a bloody nightmare. He was deeply immersed in memories. His facial expression was sometimes distorted and sometimes tyrannical. He didn't wake up until a sudden voice came.

"Hey, young man, don't stand outside in such a cold day. Are you in trouble?" A 50 year old man in security clothes opened the door of the mail room and walked quickly towards Ye Xuan.

"Old man, is Dr. Xia Qiu there?" Ye Xuan asked.

"You mean director Xia Qiu?"

The old gatekeeper said something and took Ye Xuan to the mailroom until they entered the house, which also isolated the cold wind and winter snow outside.

"Old man, can you contact Dr. Xia Qiu for me?" Ye Xuan went straight to the theme.

"OK, wait a minute."

The old man was not nagging, so he picked up the phone on the desk and dialed it.

……

In the director's office.

Xia Qiu is watching the case in her hand. As the phone rings, she also asks her to pick it up.

"Hello."

"Director Xia? There's a young man looking for you. "

"What's her name? Do you have an appointment?"

Xia Qiu, as the chief physician of the hospital, receives many patients' families every day. Naturally, she doesn't feel surprised when someone wants to find her.

"By the way, what's your name?" The voice of the old man came from the other end of the phone.

"Ye Xuan, the leaf of bamboo leaf, the Xuan of Xuanyuan."

Click.

Suddenly, the water cup in Xia Qiu's hand fell quietly, making the sound of glass breaking, and the whole person was completely dull.

"Hello, Hello, director Xia, what's the matter with you?" The old man's inquiry came from the other end of the phone.

"No... impossible... Absolutely impossible... Let... Let him see me."

Xia Qiu clenched her lips and the voice in her mouth was intermittent. If you listen carefully, you will find that her voice line was mixed with extremely shocked emotions.

No wonder Xia Qiu is so frightened, because she will never forget a picture.

Four years ago, a teenager lying in a hospital bed answered her when she first asked his name.

"Aunt, my name is Ye Xuan, the leaf of bamboo leaf, the Xuan of Xuanyuan."

Suffering from a terminal illness and a desperate life, the other party is not more than a 14-year-old boy, but can face life and death with a smile. I'm afraid any adult will not be as calm as the boy, which also makes Xia Qiu very impressed with the boy.

Unfortunately, one night, the boy fled from the hospital, and there was no news of him again.

But Xia Qiu understood that the boy named Ye Xuan just didn't want to let his relatives watch him die in pain at the end of his life.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The child was in the advanced stage of cancer. Four years later, the child was afraid that he had already..."

As the attending doctor of Ye Xuan at that time, no one knew Ye Xuan's condition better than her. She was very sure that the young man had already been buried in the loess.

"Damn it, this joke is not funny at all. No matter who you are, I will never spare you."

Obviously, making fun of a dead child is an unforgivable mistake for Xia Qiu with professional quality.

Xia Qiu pressed down her anger and waited for the other party's appearance with a cold face, but the pen holder she held tightly betrayed her restless mood.