Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

As soon as the voice fell, the youngest Tu was awakened suddenly, holding the left and right armrests tightly with both hands, and looking at both sides as if facing the enemy: “Again, are you in the picture again?”

Song Jiu coughed twice, sober Li Shixi cough, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his forehead, his voice was still dumb, “Say it.”

Her glutinous voice is like the fluff from a baby bird, which makes people’s heart itch and crisp. During the few days when she slept and ate with her, Song Jiu always liked to lie in her arms, supporting her ears to hear that she would wake up. A sound when not awake.

Song Jiu mysteriously said, “I’m a little bit more amazing, and I can slow down the growth situation.”

The passengers in the cabin woke up one after another while they were talking, some of them went out to brush their teeth with their tea mugs, and some pulled their shoes to find their convenience. The youngest Tuo looked left and right, and he said inwardly. This classy person was sleepy and sleepy. Picking up his eyeballs, he was actually such an indecent appearance.

Li Shiyi gave a “huh”, not knowing what he was thinking, his five fingers seemed to have just activated his consciousness, and he unconsciously wrapped the tail of Song Jiu’s hair in his fingers and hooked back and forth like playing cards.

The scalp was a little painful, but Song Jiu forgot to take the hair back, and just stared at her movements in a daze.

Fortunately, my hair is long enough, so it’s not too embarrassing to pull it like this, Song Shiji thought wandering around the world.

But after hearing a crisp “pop”, Ayin leaned forward and patted Li Shiyi’s hand: “Is it going to be disembarking today?”

Li Shiyi frowned lazily, let go of Song Jiu’s hair, rubbed his stiff neck with his backhand, and looked at the scenery outside: “It seems to be.”

Song Nineteen took his hair over and looked at Ah Yin with a complicated expression.

Ah Yin is unknown, so: “What?”

The curse has no effect, and the revenge cannot be achieved?

Song Nineteen shook his head, and suddenly remembered what was important. He shook his body from side to side and asked the youngest Tu: “Youngest Tu, how old are you?”

The youngest Tu said: “What shall I say to your nanny? My Tu family will be taller with you in a few days.”

Speak big words. Song Jiu curled his lips, then leaned forward and asked Ayin, “How old is Sister Ayin?”

Ayin took out the mirror to touch up her makeup: “Since you called my sister, you even asked about my age. Didn’t you deliberately?”

Song Jiu glanced at A Chun again. A Chun was about to speak, Song Jiu raised his hand to stop: “Don’t say it.”

After Yubi, she withdrew her body, and then hesitated to look at Li Shiyi and asked her: “Eleven, how old are you, how old are you?”

Li Shiyi dialed his bangs: “I don’t remember.”

“Don’t remember?” Song Jiu was startled.

Li Shiyi sighed: “It’s been too long.”

Song nineteen constricted his pupils, his small lips wrinkled, and the air was wrapped in a bun. He looked at Li Shixi slowly and solemnly, only to see Li Shiyi lift his eyelids idly, smiling in his dark pupils. The meaning is ordinary, as if it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Song Nineteen felt the emotion of “tricking” for the first time. Although Li Shixi’s expression was not obvious, such a vivid expression appeared in her eyes, and it seemed like a dark cloud split a hole, spring breeze. If anything seems to leak out, caress the willow on the bank comfortably.

“Ah.” She rubbed her heart and sighed for no reason.

Li Shiyi raised her eyebrows inexplicably, and then listened to her tilting her head and asking: “So, how old do you like me?”

There was no beginning and no end to these words, which made Li Shiji stunned for several seconds. After a few serious thoughts back and forth, he muttered: “Just one or two years old.”

“How do you say?” Song Jiu “chuckled” in his heart.

Not noisy, quiet and well-behaved, and… Li Shiyi raised his head to look at her: “I can spit bubbles.”

Song Nineteen opened his mouth and bit his lower lip, leaned against the back of the chair, and listened to the hum of the ship, exhaling in a deep breath.

It was midday when the ship docked, and the group of people were still full of spirits when they boarded the ship, and all of them were very disheartened. The glamorous nobles also had gray faces, stretched their rumpled suit pants, and walked out like a smoke for a whole night. Ah Chun was still the hibiscus noodles of the golden temple and horse, with her hair gathered together. Still meticulous.

“It’s good to be a ghost.” Ah Yin leaned on Li Shiyi, his bones falling apart.

It takes only a few hours for a car to arrive in Xi’an before dusk. The streets of Xi’an are square and wider than the Forty-Nine City. On both sides of the asphalt road are brick houses like tofu. In the distance, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda stood proudly, with the smell of mutton steamed bun in the distance, and the bicycle dropped bells and bells, and the young man stopped on the roadside with his legs, and took out a few copper plates to exchange for a thick steamed bun.

After running around for a few days, the belly of a few people had been deflated to the point that there was no greasiness. Song Jiu held his hands on his back, swallowing his saliva, and looked at the small vendor who was screaming from the side. It happened that the vendor was on the top of the road. He caught a Rou Jia Mo and looked at her and stuffed it in her hand. Song Jiu was caught off guard, holding the fragrant Rou Jia Mo, and stared at Li Shixi blankly.

The thick gravy, the thin and fat stew, chopped with chopped green peppers and coriander, was wrapped in the tender bun on the outside and inside, so fascinated by Song Jiu, she saw the remaining three people stop. Looking at her, he waved his hand to the vendor with great difficulty, and went back and said, “No, no need.”

Li Shiyi glanced at her, stepped forward and handed the money, and asked her, “Is one enough?”

I bought some snacks along the street and went to the restaurant to have a raw meal. Ah Chun led the people to a house in the northwest of the city to settle down. Originally, I asked you to rest for the night, and then go to the tomb tomorrow. Li Shizheng said. After a long delay, I can’t go away, rest for a few hours, and then you can leave at night.

At night, the city of Xi’an quieted down docilely, the change of name could not deprive the profoundness of the years, and the lights of the thousands of families remained still at one end of the memory.

The foreign car drove out of the city gate, headed northwest to Xianyang, and stopped at the neighboring area between Xi’an and Xianyang.

When Li Shiyi and others got out of the car, they saw a dark mountainous land, the moon was dark and the stars were sinking, and no terrain could be distinguished. There seemed to be a few small temples halfway up the hillside, with candles burning sporadically and chickens sleeping. The smell of incense in the dog’s sleeping room drifted down with the mountain breeze, causing the forest to have a little Buddha nature.

At the foot of the mountain were a few dozing migrant workers, pulling a cloth shed to surround a small flat ground. The leader squatted on the stone slab and smoked. Seeing Ah Chun, he hurriedly ran the cigarette **** with his shoe sole, rubbing his hands and came forward: “Miss A Chun.”

A Chun said a few words to him. Seeing that it’s cold, Tu’s youngest handed the coat in his hand to Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi took it and raised his eyes to see Ayin who was holding Diao Qiu hugged him. Song Nineteen, rubbing her arm back and forth with the palm of his hand, asked her, “Is it cold?”

Song Nineteen shook his head, Li Shiyi put on the coat by himself and walked to the shed. A Chun came over, pointed to the wide square hole, and said, “That’s it.”

It was a patio surrounded by Huangtu, with a wooden ladder leading directly to the tomb passage under the ground. Li Shiyi squatted down and looked in, then knocked on the edge of the wall, stood up and said to Ah Chun, “Go down. .”

Ah Chun nodded, climbed down the ladder, and carried a glass kerosene lamp. In the light, he saw Li Shiyi and others descending to the tomb. The youngest Tu Yao took a few steps forward to take it, leaning against Li Shiyi, eyeballs Wandering around, I felt a little awe-inspiring.

This tomb was larger than he had seen before. The tomb path was three people wide, and the depth and length did not see the end. The courtyard, which was generally the same when the tomb was lowered, was lined up in front of the head. Li Shiyi stepped lightly in the tomb passage, his heels touched the ground and put down the soles of his feet, listening carefully to the movement inside, the tomb was very empty, three or four layers of echoes under one foot, on both sides are shallow corrugated walls, carved out of stone, There are no other tricks.

Li Shiyi motioned the youngest Tuo to raise the oil lamp, looked up, and counted four patios. There was an alcove on the side wall between every two patios, which contained some dilapidated pottery figurines. Li Shiyi stopped and looked at the faded grey-grey figurines, about a foot long, half-sleeved shirts over skirts, silks wrapped around his arms, hair combed in a bun, holding a bamboo fungus in his hand. , Although the makeup and eyebrows have been eroded so as to be unclear, the plump cheeks are clearly visible.

“The tomb of the Tang Dynasty?” Li Shiyi asked quietly, looking at the lifeless female figure figurines in the flames.

Ah Chun nodded, walked slowly through the moon-shaped arch, and said, “The gentleman who invited me before, said the same.”

Li Shiyi stepped forward and looked at the number of patios and pottery figurines in the niches. The status of the owner of the tomb should not be low, but there are no frescoes, inscriptions, and prayer tablets in the tomb, as if he deliberately concealed his identity.

Passing through the arch, you enter the tomb. The square shape is very regular. It is made of rammed bricks. The walls are mottled. Except for the gray and yellow skin, there are still no pictures or texts, and no gold, silver and jade objects. He was not buried, but was moved out by A Chun’s people.

The journey was unimpeded, and there were no strange doors or organs. The warlock came many times when he wanted to come, but it was broken even if there were any secrets.

In the center of the tomb is the coffin bed with auspicious clouds and water lily patterns. The three-sided curtains are in good condition, but the coffin is so oxidized that it peels off layer after layer like a snake. Out of the original color.

Tu Yaoyao learned some fur somehow, put the kerosene lamp on the ground, and looked around the coffin. A Yin held Song Jiu’s hand and stood at the entrance, feeling too rot and refused to come over. Li Shiyi reached out and knocked on the coffin wall twice, and then touched it, as if it was nanmu, about six inches thick, wrapped in air-dried Si cowhide.

She retracted her hand, rubbed the floating dust on her fingertips twice, her chest expanded and expanded, then sank, turned her head to Achun, and saw her standing dazedly, looking at the coffin, with thousands of sails flowing in her eyes and returning to the deep sea. .

The sudden surging emotion made her body like a wandering soul about to disappear, standing in an ancient tomb like a relic.

Suddenly he heard the youngest member Tu wailing, and stepped back two steps to Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi stretched out his palm to hold him, and saw him pointing to the side of the coffin and shouting, “Bone…bones!”

Li Shiyi glanced to the side. Not far from the coffin, there was a complete skeleton lying with her head facing the coffin bed and her feet facing the tomb. The skull was faintly black, as if it had been poisoned. She subconsciously turned her head and looked at Ah Chun, Ah Chun. An imperceptible wry smile appeared on his face, his eyes moved slowly, and he lowered his eyes and said, “It’s me.”

The vicissitudes of life, time has changed, the beauty of beauty is beautiful, and the bones are dense.

“Eleven,” she said warmly, looking at the poor and terrifying skeleton, “ask the coffin.”

Li Shiyi sighed secretly. He stretched out his hand from the youngest Tu’s hand to take the cigarette pipe, then took out the tobacco from the kit and put it on it. He rubbed a match skillfully with one hand, lit it, and placed it on the coffin. Ahead.

One coin of wormwood, one coin of rhinoceros, three coins of basil, half a tael of white wine, and soaking tobacco for 36 days, no difference.

Basil is intriguing, wormwood chases its spirit, liquor is the way to go, and rhinos are connected with people.

Knocking on the door of the coffin, asking three times, first asking where to come, second asking where to go, and third asking why the bones are left in the tomb, and the flesh is not rotted?

“Where do you come from?”

“The first year of Linde, Shanxian County.”

“Where to go?”

“The twelfth division of Yin Jingtai.”

“Who is the bone outside the coffin?”

“… Yueniang.”

“Yueniang…” The tomb fell silent for an instant, and only a wisp of floating smoke rose up. Li Shixi looked back at A Chun in shock, the candlelight hit her side, and what was shining was the princess of Zhen Guo’s arrogance and godsend. The dazzling, dusky haze is the loneliness and loneliness of a thousand-year-old lonely soul. She is like a jewel cast in secret, covered in depressed loess, one day waiting for the duster.

Her faded eyeballs finally shined, but they were tears that had been so late for many years. They were only confined in the eye sockets and filled with no fall, as if they were disdainful, and they seemed to have no guts.

“Yueniang, it’s my nickname.” She moved her throat, and Xiaowu in her eyes would rest, “My more eye-catching title, I call it-Taiping.”

The avenue is vertical and horizontal, the jade scented car, the red candle and the green bird, the banquet is fat, the nine-day palace is queued, and the nations come to the dynasty.

There is nothing wrong in the Quartet, and the world is peaceful.

The author has something to say:

1. “Rhinoceros can communicate with people” from the perspective of “Soul Ferry”: “Rhinoceros don’t dare to burn, because it has a strange fragrance. If it is stained with clothes and belts, people can communicate with ghosts.” “Xiangche” is used from “Chang’an Ancient Meaning”: Chang’an Avenue is even narrow and sloping, Qingniu Baima Qixiang Che. Yu Nian crossed the master, and the golden whip came to the Hou’s family. 3. The ghost of Taiping is named Ah Chun, from Han Yu’s “You Taiping Princess Villa”: The princess wanted to occupy the spring. 4. Rou Jia Mo I like to eat green peppers.