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夜幕降临，寒意渐浓。林小雨独自徘徊在城外的小路上，四周笼罩着一层薄雾。她抬手轻叩额头，清冷的月光下，一道银色的身影若隐若现——那是她记忆中那位神秘的老者凤鸢所化之形。
“施主可有…记起某处熟悉的…’
“是。”
脚步一顿，林小雨想起昨日在书局偶遇的那位女子。她的面容清秀淡雅，气质不凡，正是传说中的凤鸢天师转世？她若有所思地看了眼夜色中的老者，又收回目光。
“施主可有…记起某处熟悉的…’
“是。”
林小雨心中一颤，这个女人和她记忆中那位神秘的天师竟有几分相似。她试探着问道：”这位老者是否与某位宋朝天师有关？”
老者沉默片刻，眼中闪过一丝复杂之色：”…”
“是啊，若说……”话未出口，老者已不见了。
林小雨握紧了衣角，心中涌起一股莫名的冲动。她怎么会记得起这位神秘老人的名字？难道是…天命注定？
第二天一早，林小雨便被一阵急促的脚步声叫醒：”施主，请来！” she opens her eyes to find herself lying on a cold stone floor. The room is dimly lit by a crackling fire in the corner.
She looks up to see a tall figure in a dark robe standing at the door, mask covering her face. He gestures for her to follow, and she follows him into a hidden chamber.
“Who are you?” she asked hesitantly in Chinese.
The man stepped closer, his voice cold like winter air. “You belong to the Sui family,” he said without looking at her. “And you have come too late.”
林小雨颤抖着腿，跌坐在地。 “What… what are you saying?” she stammered.
The man’s mask moved slightly. “The time has come for us both to die. You will find out the truth about who you are in the mountains.” With that, he turned and left, leaving her standing there, speechless.
weeks later, during a snowstorm,林小雨发现了那座山峰。there was a faint clearing, surrounded by dense trees and deep snowdrifts. Inside lay a small cabin, now converted into a crypt-like chamber with stone walls and a single door carved with intricate carvings.
Inside, there were two figures lying on gilded pallets. one was a man of broad shoulders and tall stature, his face partially covered by a mask. the other was a woman with delicate features, her eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight.
林小雨颤抖着走近， tears streaming down her face. The man opened his mouth to speak but remained silent as if he could not look at her directly. The woman, however, turned her head slightly and gave her an enigmatic smile.
“Remember your place,” she said softly, her voice carrying a touch of sorrow.
林小雨 sobbed uncontrollably. She had always been told that the old man was dead… But here he was…
The woman raised one hand, and time seemed to stand still. Snowflakes began to fall in slow motion as memories flooded her mind.
“五年前，我在…’ she stammered, her voice trembling.
The woman reached out and gently touched her arm. “Don’t speak now,” she said. “It will come back.”
林小雨 nodded, tears still streaming down her face. She felt a strange warmth spreading through her body as memories began to flow like rivers. Those distant echoes became clear and vivid.
“Remember the bird,” the woman said again. “The wind carries it farther away… but never stops.”
林小雨’s heart swelled with an unexpected warmth, a warmth she had never known before.
she walked out of the crypt, the world around her suddenly seeming clearer, brighter. The cold snow was no longer a burden, and the faint glow from the man’s mask seemed to warm her heart.
She glanced at the woman in the distance. Her eyes were as bright as the moon, and she smiled faintly back.
The Sui star had come for her, but so had the wind that carried her memories…
林小雨 returned home, carrying a bag of memories in her hands. She placed it on the shelf, wondering what to do with them… But deep down, she knew they held the key to her past… and to her future.
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