Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

When Ah Yin returned, halfway through his lunch on the table, Ah Yin went to the kitchen to hold a small bowl of white rice, and while holding vegetables, he told Li Shiyi about the old tomb of Jinyun Mountain.

Everyone listened without words, but A Luo stopped his chopsticks when the word “A Ping” popped out, and took a deep look at A Yin.

After using the meal, Li Shiyi went back to the house without telling the next step. He covered the door and prepared for a whole day. On the second day, he only used a few steamed buns in the room. After Caixia was on the horizon, his palm was slightly swollen. Eyelids came out from the inside, with his hands in his trouser pockets, he stepped downstairs, followed by Song Jiu, who was lightly dressed and simple.

Arrow listened to the play in the evening glow, the phonograph was spinning round and round, her babbled voice hanging from her gentle gaze.

Li Shiyi stepped forward and made a half circle: “Where is Ah Yin?”

Wu Qian turned over a military book at the table: “I went to dinner with Mr. Apping.”

Arrow pursed his pale lips and raised his eyes to look at Li Shiyi: “Do you want to go up the mountain?”

She paused, and then said: “She probably doesn’t know that you are going in daylight.”

She didn’t know why she explained to her in a wicked way, which seemed a little redundant in the relationship between Li Shiyi and Ayin, and it also made her a little redundant.

Li Shiyi twisted his brows and blinked twice. In the end, he didn’t say anything but asked Arrow: “Are you going?”

A Luo put his chin on his hand, thought, and said, “Now that the Shen Tu Ling is in your hand, I don’t have any function anymore.” She lowered her eyes lonely: “I’ll wait for her.”

This was the humblest and most stubborn sentence she had ever said. She waited long enough for Ah Yin, so long that she was not sure if it was the last time.

Li Shiyi moved his lips, and then closed the lip line. With a calm and no wave of “Uh”, he crossed her and wanted to go out.

When the shadow passed over Ah Luo’s face, she heard A Luo call out in a very low voice: “A Heng.”

Li Shiyi stopped, Arrow said nothing, and then retracted into the chair of the master’s office, listening carefully to the tune.

But Li Shiyi sensed her anxiety extremely sensitively. She lowered her beautiful chin, did not pull her hand out to make any comforting gestures, and only replied, “Yeah.”

She did not deny Lingheng’s identity anymore, and A Luo was more at ease, and watched Li Shiyi take his long legs and stepped out of the threshold with Song Shiji. The old small building was quiet again, the opera singing was gorgeous and absurd, and the voice hung up hundreds of years of long, layer by layer, stopping at the top of the affection.

In the daytime, the mist of Jinyun Mountain seemed to overturn the container carrying the clouds, filling the forest scatteredly. Li Shiyi and Song Shiji followed Aping’s guidance, avoiding the place where there was a shadowy formation yesterday, and went straight to the southwest along the path. While walking, Li Shiyi made a mark on the road, confirming that he did not turn back, and followed the mark for a small circle, looking for a good place in Fengshui, and finally found Aping in front of a bend in the water. Grave.

It is said to be an old tomb, but it is a cave hidden by weeds. Outside the cave is a huge boulder that is tall, and there is muddy water under the rock. A tall grass pole is pulled out of the water, and it is stationed like guards. Doorway.

Li Shiyi took out a dagger from his boots, neatly chopped down the weeds, and then worked with Song Jiu to push the boulder away, pushing only a small slit, and the two of them stepped in and made a “chatter”. The sulphur smell suddenly started, and the small simple torch was ignited by the fire-folder, and a faint light was shadowed between the stone walls.

The south is different. The cracks in the stones are very dry, the holes are very small, and they are also very crude. There are no tunnels and niches. The side seems to be collapsed, scattered with some stones, but inside is a loess in the form of a rural burial. The tomb bag stood abruptly and eye-catchingly in the center of the cave.

There is no tombstone in front of the grave, not even a wooden sign, which is solitary and protruding, weird and sad.

There is no name, no surname, and no life. Such solitary tombs are very common in the countryside, but this one stands in a deliberately hidden cave. The hard rock wall seems to give it a showroom that reflects and chasing light, and the steel-like color seems to surround it. Its armor, even the sound of humming, has become a caring swan song. The grass and trees are its only decoration and the only funerary.

A huge perseverance and sadness struck from the grave, hitting Li Shiyi’s shoulder, causing her to stop involuntarily. Song Nineteen looked at the grave, but his expression was empty, his right hand stroked his left shoulder unconsciously, and his fingers climbed up and touched his back.

When she just came in, she whispered as if she heard the bubble burst. Something had torn a hole when she came in and then receded along her body like a tide.

She saw Li Shiyi step forward, squatted down to the head of the grave, followed the firelight to observe a small circle, and stretched out a handful of loess, then beckoned her to pass, handed her the torch, and lowered her head to drop the cigarette from the sleeve. The pole is pulled out, shredded tobacco is stuffed, and it is skillfully placed.

The fascinating smoke is like a drawn line, soliciting the past above the lone grave.

Li Shiyi didn’t want to open the coffin, so he just tapped his fingers on the edge of the loess and asked him, “Where do I come from?”

This lone tomb hadn’t talked with anyone for a long time, and even the smoke was very difficult to piece together. Li Shixi waited very patiently, and when it was ignorant, he stretched out his hand and knocked gently.

What was knocked down was the grave soil, the coffin hidden in it, and it was the persistence that had been unwilling to retreat for several years.

Knocking on the door of the coffin, asking three times, one asking where to come, second asking where to go, and third asking why the stone cave hides the lonely grave and the grass and trees are deep?

It finally replied: “In the second year of Wanli, Chungju.”

Chungju? Song Nineteen thought for a while, it was now Zhongxian County, Chongqing.

“Where to go?”

The coffin was silent.

Li Shiyi was full of doubts. According to the rules, she could only ask three questions. She hesitated for a while looking at the smog, and then asked in a deep voice: “Where to go?”

The smoke seemed to be hit by a kidnapper, quivered quickly, and then there was a terrible silence.

Seeing that a rod of cigarette was about to burn out, Song Nineteen asked in a low voice, “What do you mean?”

Li Shiyi exhaled slowly, stretched out his hand to take the cigarette stick back, slammed his hand on the ground, shook off the excess tobacco, and whispered: “The soul has nowhere to return.”

“The soul has nowhere to return?” Song XIX repeated it with a cold breath. As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly saw flying sand and rocks on the ground.

Li Shiyi’s eyes shrank, and he grabbed Song Shiji’s wrist and ran out. Before the hole was sealed, he could roll out of the cracks in the stone. The cotton clothes rolled in the cement, and the mud splashed on the thin porcelain face. .

Empress Song Nineteen looked at the unbreakable hole hidden by the gravel in fear, stretched out his hand to pull up Li Shi who was protecting her, grabbed her sleeve and wiped the mud spots on her face.

The two had time to catch their breath in the future, and there was another rustling sound in the jungle. Li Shiyi looked up and saw the darkened dome. The bright and numerous stars were covered by dark clouds, and the ghostly spirit spread from all directions.

The familiar white rod snake belly parade generally shuttles on the ground, bringing up the falling leaves, but Li Shiyi did not confront it head-on. He only hid in the middle of the two connected strange stones with Song Shiji, grabbing his breath and concealing it. whereabouts.

The white rod probed for a few times, as if it had lost its direction. The headless flies usually poke three or two in the air, and then slowed down.

Wan Lai was quiet, the forest seemed to be condensed in the ink, silent and breathless, Li Shiyi looked sideways, took out a handful of objects from his trouser pocket with his right hand, lurking in the dense grass, and the stones are as far away. Jump around.

Ye Bing probed carefully in the shadow of the tree. They have no eyes and no nose. Only the veins nourished by the wind have the ability to listen. The landscape is assisted by the silent silence, so that they can quickly distinguish the breath of the intruder. .

Suddenly heard a loud and crisp sound in the southeast. After a short pause, a melodious and sharp whistle was blown. The whistle blew briskly and shortly, but the tail sound dragged a few beats, which was a seemingly tempting temptation. It seemed to be a provocation with disdain.

The well-trained Ye Bing walked fast, the sharp blade of the white rod was faster than people’s thoughts, and he prodded and pulled down a tough branch.

Ye Bing rushed to the air, but the whistle didn’t stop, and it sounded closer.

Song nineteen was stunned, pulling the stone and looking to the right, only to see the paper figure that Li Shiyi used to be lying on the leaves, with his hands resting on the back of his head, Erlang’s legs swayed, and he was humming freely. . Before long, it turned over and stood up, its legs leaped over the hook of the sneak attack, jumped to a higher branch, and swung a beautiful swing. Then, at Shang Song Nineteen’s surprised gaze, he politely asked hello. .

“Wow.” Song Jiu opened his mouth silently, blinked his right eye at the flexible paper man, and flew a heartfelt approval.

The back of the head was lightly patted, Song Jiu retracted, raised his eyebrows at the old **** Li Shiyi, moved his neck to hug her arm, and whispered, “When did you do it?”

The whistle sounded one after another, noisy all around, causing Ye Bing to chaos.

“When you are sleeping.” Li eleven said.

So diligent. Song Nineteen was a little embarrassed. He leaned his head on the stone. The Crescent Moon’s face was generally lower than that of Li Shiyi, and the expression in his eyes was like a swan, and he swayed on Li Shiyi’s face with a bit of worship.

Li Shiyi couldn’t bear such a straightforward compliment. He pursed his lips, and hid the half-length and long-lasting pleasure in his eyes.

Song Jiu Probe looked around again and asked her, “How did you think of it?”

Li Shiyi said, “In the ancient book left by my master yesterday, there is a puppet technique, and all the grass and trees are soldiers.”

Although Ye Bing can listen to instructions, he has no discernment thinking.

“What about your trick?”

“The wind is screaming.”

Even with such a handsome name, the little man in Song Jiu’s heart clapped involuntarily.

But after all she had grown up, she didn’t show anything on her face. She cleared her throat to answer the conversation, but suddenly a gust of wind hit her and whip to the front. Li Shiyi frowned and was about to turn around to meet the enemy, but her wrists were suddenly tightened, and she was caught off guard from being taken into the arms of a fragrant sleeve. A pair of cool hands gently pressed the back of her head, making her firmly leaned against the opponent’s. Shoulders.

Li Shixi took a short meal, and then relaxed in the familiar breath. She buried her head cooperatively, and Yu Guang glanced at Song Jiu who was holding her with one hand and pushing the other hand with a palm. He flexed his five fingers at Ye Bing, who was marching in the front. The attack was abruptly stopped as soon as he turned his face. Stop, it seems that the movement is chopped off by life.

The wind stopped and the sand was quiet, Song Jiu opened his half-squinted eyes, ignoring Ye Bing who was frozen, only let Li Shiyi go, suppressing the sudden heartbeat and looking at her.

She retracted her hand to support the stone wall of Ryujitsu, glanced at Li Shiyi’s face as warm as water, and whispered: “I have practiced this trick for a long time.”

The hair on the back of Song Nineteen was windless and automatic, and it evoked a shallow arc as if thinking, and it was plated in the condensed moonlight, making her whole body exudes the remaining beauty, but her deer-like look is obvious. He was nervous, as if he was waiting nervously for Mr.’s review after submitting the test paper.

She knew that she might not have the ability to stand alongside Li Shiyi, but since she was determined to be a fellow traveler, she had to try her best to make the backward step bigger.

Li Shiyi figured out Xiaolu’s mind ten percent, so she blinked and smiled, and asked softly, “What is this trick called?”

Song Nineteen was taken aback, very honestly: “I haven’t thought about it.”

Li Shiyi hooked the corner of his mouth. Before he could say anything, he heard an old and thick voice from the jungle: “Ignorant kid, tease the old man!”

Li Shiyi’s smile was condensed on his face, and he glanced at Song Jiu, then he got up and looked into the depths of the bushes.

Under the moonlight for hundreds of years, stood a green pine-like silhouette, with a straight back, but his neck was bent by the age, and it was difficult to hold back. In spite of his spirit, the wrinkles on his face and the shiny silver threads on his head are like annual rings, showing the imprints of the years. The old man is dressed in armor and he is holding a white gun that is as sharp as a leaf soldier. The eyes were plucked on Li Shiyi’s face.

Li Shiyi looked at her in the dying years of the wind, but he seemed to see the golden iron horse, with all arrows sent out.

She stepped forward and sighed in a low voice: “General Qin.”