Chapter 8 The Eighth Story: Farewell Beads
On the ground outside lay a string of beads.
It was a string of very elegant wooden beads, dark wood color, glossy and smooth, it should be Buddhist beads.
It has been on the ground for most of the day, like an abandoned orphan, waiting for someone to pay attention to it.
In fact, the beads can't talk, but that's how it feels to me.
There were many people coming and going, but no one paid any attention to it, and no one came to take it away until it was almost dawn.
There was no one to be seen on the street.
Yao said, I am not allowed to pick things up and bring them back.I hesitated, but I ran to the door lightly and picked it up.
It was resting in the palm of my hand, and it seemed to be more beautiful than before. There were light-colored textures like clouds floating on the brown-black wood. As I held it, I heard a strange laugh beside me.
"Sugar-coated haws……"
The blood merchant pushed his trolley and peddled his candied haws on the street as usual.
For so long, I really haven't seen him sell anything.
"Eat candied haws? Just out of the pan, fresh..."
He looked at the beads in my hand, smiled so hairily, and left slowly without waiting for my answer.
I put the beads in my pocket and prepared to close the shop.
Yao probably fell asleep in the room, I called him twice at the door, but there was no response, so I put the breakfast on the table, took a couple of casual bites, and prepared to go back to the room to sleep.
When I entered my room, I found a ball of black hair curled up on my pillow, sleeping soundly.
Recently, Yao seems to like to come to my room to sleep. Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he finds a black hairball sleeping next to him. He was startled at first, but later on, he got used to it more often.Since he consciously turns into a cat every time, I also acquiesced in his behavior. After all, it feels good to have a leather pillow.
"Hey, don't you want to eat?"
I climbed onto the bed, removed the hairball from the pillow, and rubbed it. It grunted a few times, sneezed, and patted my face with its tiny paws.I grabbed that leg and rubbed the pink pad of flesh hard.
"Xiao Xia, did you pick up something?"
The cat's paw turned into a big hand and wrapped my hand in a fist.
Haruka regained her human form, lazily hiding under the sheets, only showing her muscular upper body.
His eyes were on me, and his other hand was about to reach into my pocket.
I felt a little guilty and hurriedly covered my pockets.
"No, I didn't pick up anything."
"Then why are you covering it so tightly?"
"How can a girl's pockets be rummaged casually?" I simply messed around.
"Oh? Girl? You also have the self-awareness of being a girl?"
Yao tugged at my short hair and laughed for a long time.
"Go back to your bed and sleep!"
I got angry and kicked him off the bed. He wailed and saw that I ignored him, so he wrapped himself in a sheet and walked away pitifully. Yang Ye and so on.
I knew that he would just say a few words and then finish, but I didn't care about him, and fell asleep on his own.
I had a dream.
In the quaint room, there is a big bed, on which a person is lying, through the curtain, it is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman.
Although I couldn't see who was lying on the bed, I felt very sad for no reason.
The person lying on the bed seems to be someone who is very important to me.
Just why, let me see this scene?What's the point?
When I woke up, my head was sweating, as if I had just run 800 meters.
Lying on the edge of the bed, Yao looked at me silently.
"You picked something up, right?"
I can't deny it, because the string of beads has somehow been worn on my wrist.
He looked at me and sighed.
"When can you be nice?"
I knew that I might have gotten into trouble again, and I was a little wronged, so I obediently kept silent, and just looked at him cautiously.
"Don't look at me."
Yao fiercely covered my eyes and didn't speak for a long time.
I couldn't see him, but suddenly smiled.
"Why do you look like you're about to cry?"
"Nonsense, why is my young master crying?"
"Who knows."
I stopped talking, and neither did Haruka.
In such a quiet atmosphere, I fell asleep again.
This time I didn't dream again.
When it was dark, I woke up. The store has already opened for business, Yao and Bai Ye are sitting in the hall, one is drinking tea leisurely, the other is curled up in the wicker chair, reading a rare book. The atmosphere is rare and peaceful. Hearing the sound, the two looked at me at the same time. "Little girl, did you sleep well?" Bai Ye spoke first. "Yeah." I nodded to him, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside Yao. "There is something to eat in the kitchen." Yao glanced at me and continued to flip through the book in his hand. "I'm not hungry." I was a little curious about the contents of the torn book in his hand, and I leaned over to read it, but he pushed it away with a palm. "Not suitable for children." "Hey, I'm in my twenties!" He just ignored it, simply turned around and hid the book tightly. It seemed that he really didn't want me to see him, so I had no choice but to divert my attention and start talking to Bai Ye. "Why are you free to come here today?" "Because I suddenly want to come and see my little girl." Bai Ye smiled and spoke in a nasty way. Your little cow, give back your little pig!When you are a breeder! In my mind, I imagined the scene of Bai Ye wearing a straw hat and grazing cows on the hillside, and changing the cool leather jacket into a Hawaiian grass skirt. The picture was so funny that I couldn't help laughing out loud. "What is so happy about?" Bai Ye didn't know what to do, thinking it was something interesting. I refused to say, just looked at him and smiled. "You are probably the only person who can smile so happily when you are about to die." He looked at the beads on my wrist and said maliciously. "Bai Ye! You bastard!" I was terrified by him, and I was about to ask clearly, when Yao's voice sounded a bit exasperated. "I said, little cat, you don't want to take care of everything by yourself. This time, the matter can only be solved by the little girl herself." "Don't bother you!" "You have read the book for a long time, is there any result?" Yao stopped talking, just closed the book resentfully, and threw it aside. I glanced at the cover, it seemed to be a book like XX Secret Law. This time, no matter how stupid I am, I know that I may have caused some serious trouble again. "tell me." I looked at Haruka, who just sat quietly with his eyes downcast. "Is it because of the string of beads?" I was pulling the beads, and my skin felt like it was being pulled. It was tightly attached to my wrist. The roots were so dense that they were almost invisible, and they had already grown into the flesh of my wrist. I looked at it numbly, completely It doesn't feel like it's my hand. "You were chosen by the parting pearl." After a while, Bai Ye spoke. Seeing my confused face, he explained for a long time. Parting beads are not the name of a string of beads, but two strings of beads made from a piece of pear wood with a thousand years of history.In fact, there is nothing special about these two strings of beads, but they must not be separated.Once the two strings of beads are separated and belong to different people, the two people will be more unlucky. Because after leaving for a long time, the resentment of the bead’s parting will erode the owner. After a long time, the person who holds the bead will die, and the bead will continue to find the next owner. Resentment was released repeatedly. This situation will not end until some owner can fulfill his wish for it, find another string of beads, and put the two strings together. In other words, I was "luckily" selected by the farewell beads. If I don't help it find another string of beads, then I will die, and what's worse, the owner of the other string of beads will also die. The question is, the world is so big, where can I find a string of tiny beads? "Isn't it too overbearing?" I rubbed my wrist, not wanting to see those disgusting roots. Bai Ye laughed and told me another story. It is said that many years ago, in the mountains, there was a family with two children. The two brothers ate, slept and played together since childhood. Selling the elder brother to the rich man's house to do a long-term job, at least it will save a mouth and an extra way of life. As soon as he heard that his father was going to sell his brother, of course the younger brother didn't want to, so he cried badly.Father had no choice, so he sold his elder brother while his younger brother was out fetching water one day. The older brother was very sensible, knowing that his family was poor, he followed the rich man without saying a word. When the younger brother came back to fetch water, he found that the elder brother was gone, so he chased him out crying.After chasing for a long time, I finally caught up with my elder brother on the mountainside. The mountain road was steep, and my younger brother chased people eagerly. In the end, he accidentally stepped on a stone and fell to his death.The elder brother watched his younger brother die chasing him, feeling sad in his heart, and was sad for a while, so he also jumped down. Their bodies flowed down the river with the river below, and a monk finally found them and buried them together next to the monastery. In the second year, a pear tree grew on their graves. Many years have passed, and the pear tree has grown into a towering tree. A craftsman passed by here occasionally, lay down under a tree and took a nap, dreamed of the two brothers, and after waking up, he cut a piece of wood and made many prayer beads to give to passers-by. The passers-by who accepted the beads gradually died, and the death conditions were very different, so people began to investigate. Later, an expert discovered the reason and spent a lot of effort to destroy most of the beads. Only two strings escaped and survived. In later generations, it also got an elegant name, called Farewell Pearl. Of course, the one I'm wearing is one of them.
I'm so unlucky that even such a one-in-a-million thing can happen to me. "You mean, I have no other choice?" I squinted at Bai Ye. "No." Bai Ye answered very simply. I turned my head towards Haru. "For the sake of our friendship for so long, you must burn some paper money for me during the New Year and holidays! Remember to burn me a house, I want a villa-type one! Oh, and a handsome guy!" "What nonsense are you talking about?" He didn't push me away, just turned to Bai Ye. "Don't scare her." "I'm not scaremongering, believe it or not." Bai Ye spread her hands with an innocent expression. Snapped! Haruka threw the book in his face. I went and sat alone in the backyard, which was the quietest place in the whole building. I looked at the parting bead, its roots seemed to be the same as before, and seemed to spread a little more, the roots close to the skin had turned faint red, and when I touched it with my hand, I felt pain. It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid, but how easy is it to find another string of beads? I sighed lightly, but I heard another pleasant voice say: "You are young, why are you sighing?" I looked up and saw a girl in red sitting on the wall, with two dimples on her face when she smiled, her appearance and temperament looked very charming. "If you know that you are terminally ill and will die soon, can you not sigh?" The girl looked me up and down for a while. "But you're not sick." "It's almost the same anyway, and I won't live long." I gave up on myself a little, and simply held up the wrist with the beads for her to see. She looked at it, then laughed again. I'm a little annoyed. "Nothing funny, is it?" "You man, if you have time to refute me here, why don't you save your energy and go find another string of beads?" I looked at her: "Do you also know about the parting pearl?" "Not only do I know about the parting beads, but I also know the whereabouts of the other string of beads, do you want to know?" She sat on the top of the wall, dangling her two small feet, looking at me calmly. "What price do I have to pay?" I'm not stupid enough to think that people will help me for no reason. "When you find another string of beads, how about giving me the two strings together?" "make a deal."
Back at the store, Bai Ye was gone, Yao was busy in the kitchen, as if preparing to cook, I tiptoed out of the door with a small bag on my back. The train station is always a lively place, people come and go, with indifferent faces, hurrying.Because it was not a holiday, I easily bought a train ticket to Chongqing. During a journey of dozens of hours, the quality of the traveling companion is naturally very important. I bought a sleeper berth, and the compartment was in the last section, which made me run for a long time before I found the ticket gate. There are not many people in the carriage, it is sparse, and the occupancy rate is only about half.On the lower bunk opposite was a young student-looking boy with fair skin that could be seen to be powdered, eyebrows trimmed thinly, and a gentle and kind-spoken voice. The boy on the upper bunk seemed to be his classmate, but his appearance was very different. He was a tall and strong northern boy with a loud voice, and he loved to talk and laugh. The white-faced boy made no secret of his affection for the boy in the upper berth. He put out a lot of snacks as soon as he got in the car, and he was very caring and attentive to the boy in the upper berth. I bought the upper berth, and the lower berth was a woman in her thirties, with black eyeliner and bright lipstick, a plump figure with a low chest and a choking perfume smell. After looking at all these people, the train has already left. As soon as the woman in the lower berth settled down, she started chatting with the two boys opposite, and it didn't take long before the fight became heated. The unique rhythm of the train made people drowsy. I leaned on the bunk and listened to them chatting and laughing. I fell asleep after a while. When I woke up, the lights in the carriage had been turned off, it was pitch dark, the curtains were drawn tightly, and even the occasional lights that slipped outside could not be seen.After touching his pocket, he remembered that he came out in a hurry and even forgot to bring his mobile phone, so he couldn't help feeling a little regretful. I don't know who is listening to the radio, the volume is turned down very low, and a female voice inside is singing a tune. "Someone can walk in the secluded place, some green moss and white dew. I coughed through the window."
Not feeling sleepy at all, I slowly climbed out of bed, intending to sit on the stool in the hallway for a while.Opening a corner of the curtain, it was already dark. The area where the car was driving seemed to be a mountainous area. It was so dark that there were few houses with lights on. He opened the water bought at the station, took a sip, and moistened his thirsty mouth.The journey is still long. I regret going to bed too early, because the night on the train is quite boring, and I don't even have to see the scenery.Haruka should have noticed that I was gone. Although I feel sorry for sneaking away, if I tell him, he will definitely follow, and I don't want him to follow. Coming out this time, it would be good to find the string of beads. If you can't find it, it's fine to die outside. In any case, he doesn't want to see the scene of death. Because I owe him so much, I should be forgotten by him.He should have his own life, not waste it for me. The train was still moving fast, so I stood up, intending to go to the junction of the station to catch some air, check to see if there was a conductor on duty, and ask what time it was. The lights in the flight attendant's room were dark, and they probably went to patrol other compartments. The junction of the carriages was very empty. A man leaned against the door and smoked a cigarette. From the large glass on the door, it could be seen that the train was still driving in the sparsely populated mountainous area. I stood by the door and tried to open my eyes wide to look out, but I still couldn't see anything, the sky and the ground were a black chaos.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the man seemed to be wearing a watch on his wrist, so he spoke to him. "Brother, what time is it?" The man looked at the watch in his hand seriously and answered me. "Eleven thirty-three, no, it's already thirty-four." I thanked him, and wandered around at the junction of the carriages, looking for a train timetable or something, but found that the connection between this carriage and the next carriage was closed, and the door was locked. After twisting twice and seeing no movement, I had to give up. When the man saw me fumbling here and there, he asked, "What are you looking for?" "I want to find out if there is a timetable. I don't know where to go at the next stop." The man shook his head. "It's useless to ask for that thing, this car only stops at one stop." "Are you going to Chongqing directly?" "No, go directly to Fengdu." There is no train station in Fengdu. When I was at the train station, I had already asked the conductor that there is no train service at all in Fengdu. You have to go to Chongqing or Chengdu first, and then transfer to a bus. Besides, what I bought was obviously a train ticket to Chongqing. I calmly took out the ticket from my pocket, and the word "Chongqing" on it had indeed changed to "Fengdu". It seems that I was extremely lucky to catch the ghost town train. The person on the opposite side and the passengers in the car are probably not normal human beings. I secretly looked at this man, only to find that the watch he was wearing was in disarray, the glass surface was gone, and on the other side of the cheek, there were many messy wounds, some of which hadn’t yet scabbed, constantly There was blood oozing from the ground, and there was a deep wound on his chest, which looked like a fatal wound. But the strange thing is that although his appearance is a little scary, he is not a ghost. I can feel that there is still some vitality left in his body, and the body that exists somewhere should not have died yet. He seems to be just a living soul. If he can find out his situation in time, there may still be a glimmer of life. I chatted with him calmly. "Brother, where are you from?" "I'm from Luoyang." "Luoyang? That's from Henan, it's far away from Fengdu..." "Well, it's very far away." "Is this going to work in Fengdu?" "no." "That is?" "What the hell are you here for?...I can't seem to remember..." He scratched his head, with a troubled look on his face. It seems that he has some doubts. I remained calm and continued to guide him. "Brother, what were you doing before you got in the car this afternoon?" "As usual, go to work by bike." "Did something happen on the way to work?" "Yes... I met a thief. Someone was yelling to catch the thief. He happened to run towards me, so I stopped him." "And then? Do you feel any pain?" "It seems to be a little painful... I remember, it seems that someone took me to the hospital." "What did the doctor say?" "The doctor fiddled with it for a while, let me have a good rest..." "Then what are you doing now?" "I'm... on a train." "Think about what you are doing? At this time, you should rest in the hospital, right?" "Yes, I should rest in the hospital, I should rest in the hospital." He scratched his scalp, "Why am I here?" "You should go back..." "I should go back, or my son will be in a hurry." The car door opened silently, he smiled at me, and jumped off without looking back.
The train was still moving on, I stared at the night outside the window, turned around and walked into the carriage. The passengers are all asleep, and it is definitely not a good thing to attract the attention of others on this weird train.I also climbed into the bunk, lay down quietly, and pretended to be asleep, but I didn't expect the fake to be true, and I really fell asleep. It wasn't until midnight that I was woken up by a shaking. I opened my eyes, didn't get up, just turned over, and my view was right on the opposite bed. Once the eyes get used to the darkness, things become clearer. The bunk on the opposite side was empty, and the quilt was lifted casually, it seemed that the owner had just stepped down. Maybe go to the bathroom, I thought.The next voice made me have to veto this guess. From my lower berth came a series of shakings, mixed with the gasps of men and women. It seemed that during the period of time I fell asleep, a dewy couple had just been born on the train. The train is really a good place for an affair. Their movement was not small, and the boy with a white face should have been woken up too.Recalling his sincere face, I suddenly want to see what his expression looks like now. From my vantage point I could easily see his bed, sleeping on his side, his eyes not closed, but staring straight at what I couldn't see, where the live erotica was happening. I couldn't figure out what expression was in his eyes, and I wasn't very interested in the couple under the bed. When I moved my wrist, I accidentally touched the railing on the bunk, and it hurt. His hands should hurt more, right?After all, it was bleeding all the time, soaking the entire quilt. The level of love, no matter men or women, is always very sad. It's just that no one can change the fact that it has already happened. I turned over again and decided to close my eyes and continue to sleep, but I was no longer sleepy. I suddenly miss someone.
Although I don't know where he is, I know he is still alive, because the red moon in my hand still exists. It has nothing to do with past lives, only this life. I'm not too interested in what happened, and even if it happened to me, I wouldn't be able to appreciate it. The only thing left is feelings. Only it does not deceive people. The movement on the lower berth gradually subsided, and then a woman's exclamation sounded, "Ah", pierced the darkness in the carriage, and a few footsteps hurriedly sounded, and after a while, a beam of light shone over, it turned out that it was the conductor who came . Someone cut his own pulse and committed suicide. This is not a trivial matter, but the conductor did not show any panic expression, as if it was no big deal, sniffed a little, and concluded that there was no way to save him, and beckoned the boy on the upper berth to carry the body to the junction of the carriages with him. The warehouse is gone. I thought this was just a replay of the scene, and the unwilling suicide soul would often linger in the moment of death, unable to escape.But the conductor who just saw it felt that something was wrong. No matter how you look at it, the conductor is a real person. But there is something wrong here. If a normal conductor sees this kind of incident, how can he react like this?His attitude was as if the passenger's baby had wet the bed, and he just found it a little troublesome. Moreover, the direct train to Fengdu itself should not exist. A non-existent train, a non-existent conductor. Soon the conductor came back with the boy on the upper berth. He tidied up the blood-stained quilt and left with it. Several people who were watching also dispersed one after another. The woman on the lower bunk was obviously a little scared, she didn't dare to stay in her own bunk, she simply climbed to the upper bunk, and hugged the boy openly. I sneered, my friend just died, and his bones were still cold, but he really could hold his breath. "He dreamed of being twins and sleeping alone for you. He forgot to eat and sleep. Luo Yi couldn't help but the five o'clock cold, endless sorrow, loneliness and tears." The female voice on the radio was still complaining. "You put He Lang powder on the face, and he painted his open eyebrows. The strong wind is too strong, and the sun has dried You Yunyu's heart. He regretted stealing jade and gall, and erased the red words of Yicuicui." The boy trembled, hugged the woman next to him tightly, glanced at me, and saw me on the opposite side again, seemed a little embarrassed, and let go of his hand quietly. "Sister, you have been sleeping." "Well, I've been sleeping." "This car is really slow. I haven't stopped after driving for so long. I don't know where the next stop is?" "What time is it?" "Eleven thirty-five." He looked at his phone. So much had happened that only a minute had passed. "Sister, aren't you cold? I think the air conditioner in the car seems to be turned on too much." I looked at the woman lying on top of him with only half of her face exposed, and replied calmly. "Well, it's a little cold." "Sister, where are you going to get off?" "Terminal." I yawned, ignored his expression of wanting to say something more, and decided not to talk to him anymore. Perhaps upon waking up, this person no longer exists. It's just that time passes too slowly. If we continue with this momentum, we don't know when we will reach the terminal.I heard the rumbling sound of train wheels, I tossed and turned for a long time, and finally got up, intending to ask the conductor. "The blue sky, the yellow flowers, the westerly wind is tight. The geese fly from the north to the south. Who will be stained with frost and drunk in the forest at dawn? Always leave people in tears." I went outside and realized it wasn't a radio, but a woman sitting by the window. Looking at her young appearance from the back, she is holding on to a handkerchief, has a beautiful figure, and keeps singing the same song. If I remember correctly, this should be the song. At the end of the song, Zhang Sheng won the first prize, returned home and married Cui Yingying, and everyone was happy with the happy ending.Of course, a happy ending is just a good wish for future generations.In the original version, Yingying was abandoned by the pious Zhang Sheng because of the unwarranted crime of being too beautiful. I don't know which Yingying she sang? The conductor stood at the door, looking very relaxed. I walked over, stood beside him, and asked him nonchalantly. "Where is the next stop?" "Fengdu." "When did Fengdu have a train station? I don't even know." He answered me without looking up. "It's been around for decades." "What time do you arrive at the station?" "Twelve o'clock sharp." "Then what time is it?" "Eleven thirty-six." Time flies really slowly. "I asked someone about the time half a day ago, and it was eleven thirty-four. It was so long, but only two minutes had passed." He finally looked up and took a look at me. "What can I do, it can only depend on themselves." "What's the meaning?" "Aren't you the same, thinking about going to die?" After he said this, I realized that in my subconscious mind, I really held the idea that it doesn't matter if I die.Is that why I'm on this train? What does he mean, everyone dies before the train arrives at the end? "I don't want to die, but I want to go to Fengdu." I smiled at him. "The living cannot reach Fengdu." He opened the car door slowly, and the wind outside the window rushed in, making him almost unsteady. I just got pushed down by him. Only the last sentence was heard in my ear. "You took the wrong car." I can smell the unique smell in the train, mixed with the strong smell of instant noodles, human body odor, metal smell, sweat smell, bedding smell, the noisy sound in the air, the sound of packing luggage, the roof of the car sound on the radio. "Passengers, Chongqing Railway Station is coming soon." Shocked, I sat up, only to find that the people around me were packing their luggage and getting out of the car.Seeing me get up, the uncle on the opposite bunk smiled and said, "Girl, you can really sleep, you've been asleep for dozens of hours!" I forced a smile, and then I remembered that the berth opposite me was indeed a middle-aged uncle, and his lower berth was a middle-aged woman with a child, not a young boy at all.My lower berth is a young girl, listening to headphones all the way, very quiet. So I'm back from the ghost town train? The phone in my pocket rang, and I checked, it was a message from Yao. "Safe trip, waiting for your return." "Ok." I replied a short word, checked the time before putting the phone back in my pocket, it was ten twenty-five in the morning. Chongqing Station has arrived.
Fengdu is a famous tourist attraction. After leaving the train station, I easily found a bus to Fengdu. It takes two and a half hours to get to Fengdu, which is quite convenient. There were a lot of people in the car. After I got on, the driver drove away as soon as I found a seat and sat down. I slept all the way on the train, and I couldn’t fall asleep in the car anyway. Fortunately, the seat was next to the window, so I simply took out the Fengdu map I just bought at the station and studied it carefully. The place I'm going to is quite remote, it looks like a small road, and it's not even marked on the map.Let's find it slowly when the time comes, I sighed and put away the map. I always feel a little restless, maybe it's because I've been in the car for too long and I'm uncomfortable. Fortunately, the speed of the car was fast, and I arrived at the destination in a short time. After getting off the car, I looked at Fengdu, which was full of new buildings, and decided to find a hotel to rest for a while before going out at night. Facts have proved that my decision is very wise. Fengdu at night turned into the gloomy little town I had seen before. The green lights on the street were lit, and people in twos and threes walked with blank expressions. I stepped on the bluestone road and walked casually.The body seems to be called by something, it should turn to the left, it should turn to the right, and I don't need to use my brain at all. This is probably also the function of the parting beads. The feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger, and I thought that another string of beads should be not far away. I don't know how long I walked, but I stopped at the gate of a big house. It is said to be a big house, but it is indeed very big, the edge of the wall cannot be seen at a glance, and the gate is closed tightly, so nothing can be seen. The person I'm looking for is here. My heart was beating wildly. Before I could knock, the door opened quietly. In the spacious yard, there was a man standing with his back to me. "You came." It was an unknown voice. Seeing him, I didn't think there was anything strange. After all, this is a ghost town. It's normal to see the judge. But he's here, which means that the person I'm looking for is probably not an ordinary person. "Is the person I'm looking for dead?" He shook his head. "Come with me." This house is much bigger than the Magistrate's Mansion. I followed him, but I was still dizzy. When I was wondering why we hadn't arrived, we stopped in front of a house on the west side. Although it is a partial house, the decoration of the house is not sloppy. The wood carvings under the eaves are lifelike, and the paintings on the beams are also meticulous and vivid. It can be seen that the owner of the house is a very particular person. "go in." He pushed me gently into the room. There was a lamp in the room, and the light was very good. There was a man sitting in the room, and when he saw me coming in, he stood up.She was not in good health, and she was a little out of breath just standing up. I was stunned for a while, because I knew this person. In the memory shown to me in the dream book, she is the musician who is favored by heaven. At the same time, it is also the origin of everything. I, Qingming, Yao, all the beginnings of the subsequent life after life, all started with Ming Jun's piano. The picture in the dream didn't feel real, but now a real person stood in front of me, dazzling, and I was a little at a loss for a while. Ming Jun held my hand and looked at me quietly. "Sister, you are finally here." Wait, what did she call me? I think I must look silly now because she's smiling so much. "I've been waiting for you for a long time." She held my hand tightly and accidentally touched my wrist, but I felt no pain. I looked down and saw that she was wearing a string of identical beads. The owner of the parting pearl is Ming Jun? I'm a little confused. Ming Jun looked at me gently. "Sit down first, let me tell you slowly." Someone next to me brought a chair over, I thanked me, and heard a deep reply. "No thanks." I suddenly looked up! It's Ching Ming! He seemed to be thinner, dressed in white, and looked at me indifferently. The lake in his eyes is as calm as the lake, I searched for a long time, but there is not even a trace of waves. I thought I was going to cry, but I didn't. I have imagined many kinds of reunion scenes, but I did not expect this to happen. So you have been here. Stared at him blankly for a long time, then turned his head and listened to Ming Jun's narration. Her voice is pleasant to the ear, and it is the most suitable voice for a radio anchor now. When she speaks, she turns back and forth a thousand times, making people feel like they are in the scene.
A long, long time ago, Ming Jun, who was a musician at the time, went to play on the top of Kunlun Mountain and saw the Wenyu tree growing on the mountain. Just as the Wenyu tree was blooming, she was overwhelmed by the beauty of the rare flower, and she was so in awe. She cut her own finger and dripped a drop of blood into the stamen, but the flower seemed to have a spirituality and quickly absorbed the blood. Later, that flower produced an argentina fruit. This Wenyu fruit is a color that has never been seen before. It is bright red and very eye-catching. Knowing that this was the reason for his own drop of blood, Mingjun liked it secretly, and often went to see it secretly. After a long time, it was heard by the emperor, so he ordered the Wenyu to be made into a Yaoqin and rewarded to her. This is not the result she wants, but the emperor will not withdraw the order because of her wish. Even rare and beautiful jade can't escape the words of gold, and it will turn into a stone without consciousness, embedded in an irrelevant qin forever. After Yu Ling was born, Jun Ming secretly visited it once. Looking at that young, lively and carefree girl, she had the concept of the word sister for the first time. It's just that Xianting does not allow such feelings to exist. Immortals are noble, and no matter how spiritual the divine jade is, it is nothing more than a utensil. She hated such a world, but she didn't have the courage to escape, so she pinned her hope on Yu Ling.I hope that the girl with her blood on her body can be free. What happened later was as shown in the dream book. Qingming was sent to fetch Wenyu, Yuling escaped from his hands and wandered into the world, and Yao followed to the world, starting the cycle of reincarnation from generation to generation. This catastrophe was planned by Ming Jun long ago, so she pleaded guilty and was willing to be imprisoned in the ghost city for a thousand years. Ming Jun's words collided back and forth in my heart, making me feel a little dazed for a while, and my mind was in a mess. I actually have her blood on my body? And all of this was planned by her intentionally? I was a little moved, but more out of anger and a sense of loss.Because of this incident, not only Qingming was involved, but even innocent Yao. Thinking that the reason why Qingming has been chasing me, maybe it's just because Ming Jun's blood is flowing in my body, I feel a kind of indescribable loneliness. And Haruka, when I think about the past, I feel a dull pain in my heart. In the whole world, he is the person I feel the most sorry for. 我一点儿也不觉得逃下人间是件开心的事。 如果时光倒流，重新选择，做件没有知觉的装饰品，也是另一种存在的方式吧。 “怎么了？不舒服？手还很痛吗？” 鸣君见我半天不说话，以为我手上的离别珠还在发作，急忙握住我的手，想要查看它的情况。 我推开她的手，反问道：“你说我身上流着你的血，是么？” “那是很久以前的事了。” 我一咬牙，使劲把手腕上的珠子一扯，虽然离别珠的效力已经很弱，却还留有很多细密的根须，它们从皮肤上被连根拔起，手腕上顿时血流如注。 我把满是鲜血的手腕伸到她面前。 “还给你，我把你的血还给你。” “夏！” 背后是清明有些急促的声音。 “你闭嘴！” 痛，很痛。 我握住手腕，看也不看便朝他大叫。 鸣君的眼中染上了忧伤的神色，她紧紧握住我的手，任血污染上她的裙子。 “我一直都没有问过你的想法，我一直都以为这样是对的。” 她抱住了我。 "Sorry……" 糟了，大概是牵扯到动脉了，血一直不停地流，我觉得头晕晕的，视线也开始模糊起来，倒在她身上之前，我还不忘强调着。 “我是我自己……我不是什么玉……” 那个温柔的声音轻声安慰着我。 “你就是你，不是别的什么人。”
再次醒来的时候，鸣君已经不见了。 我下意识举起手腕来看，上面的伤口已经被包扎好了，也不是很痛，被我扯下的离别珠也不知道扔到哪里了。 应该已经和另一串相聚了吧。 真可惜，我完不成对那个红衣少女的承诺了。 看环境，这里并不是刚刚那个房间，装饰倒是差不多，应该还是在这幢宅子之中。 既然离别珠的问题已经不存在，那我就没有继续留在这里的必要了。 我要赶快回去，遥还在忘川堂等着我呢。 我吃力地坐起来，撩开幔帐，打算下床。 清明坐在床边的椅子上，静静地看着我。 "Woke up?" "Woke up." “打算回去？” "Ok." 见我走得费力，他想要上来搀扶一下，却被我冷冷地拒绝了。 "Do not touch me." 我慢慢地往外走，而清明被我这么一说，真的没有过来。 我凭着记忆，慢慢找着来时的路，却被一个人拦住。 说来也巧，这个不是别人，却是以前来过店里的青衣客人，我还记得他的名字，叫做乘碧。 “你该去看看鸣君。” 我不说话，只是停住了脚步。 他见我不说话，便上来扯住我的手臂，往旁边的房间拖去。他的力气不大，却有种威慑人心的力量，我不敢反抗，只得乖乖地跟着他走。 房间里跟原来一样，没有什么不同。 唯一的不同，只是那张大床上，躺了一个人。 虽然隔着幔帐，看不清面容，我的心还是狂跳了起来。 这跟梦里的景象是一样的。 原来梦里的人是鸣君。 “她睡着了。” I say. “没有意外的话，她会永远地睡下去。” 乘碧的声音很轻，似乎怕吵醒她一样。 我突然觉得心跳停止了。 “什么意思？永远睡下去？她不是仙么？仙为什么还会这样？” 我跳起来，几乎抓住乘碧的衣领，对他吼着。 “这是她自己的选择。” 乘碧平静地说着，我却觉得，假如我现在转身，他的眼泪就会流下来了。 我伏在那张床前，对着幔帐里的人儿轻道：“再见，姐姐。” 我没有资格去怨恨任何人。 真正不该出生的罪魁祸首，是我自己。 我慢慢朝外走着，并不知道要走去哪里。 身后有人追了上来，扶住我的肩膀，我挣了一下，没有挣脱，便由他去了。 “你要去哪里？”他问我。 “我要回忘川堂去……” "Then come with me." “不用了，你还要留在这里陪鸣君吧？” “以后我会一直陪着你。” “你有心吗？” “会有的。” “你明白爱是什么吗？” “以后会明白的。” “我不是那什么千年神玉。” "I know." “我是夏至。” "I know." “我都知道。” 清明轻轻地揽着我的肩，耐心地回答着我的问题，我那一点隐隐的怒气也慢慢地消了。反正对于身边这个人来说，最不缺的东西，就是时间。 一千年，两千年，他总会慢慢明白的吧…… 去时千里颠簸，回来时却只是轻松地散了一会儿步。 尽管我很想逞强，却也不得不承认，的确比我自己回来要方便得多。 忘川堂里的灯已经亮起来了，远远地可以看到遥的身影在店里走来走去，白夜则坐在一边，嘴里不知道在说些什么。 反正一定不是什么好话就对了，因为遥立刻就开始拍桌子了。 那两人似乎看见我们了，便停止了争吵，遥跑出来迎接我，我朝他扑过去。 "I am back!" “回来了就好。” 他收紧了手臂，把我抱在怀里。 不管以前，不管以后，活在当下，就够了。 此后的日子一如既往，清明依然每日镇守柜台，遥大部分时间也仍然是一副爱吃爱睡爱美女的德性，除了偶尔来店里坐坐的白夜之外，那些记忆完全就像是梦一样，没有什么真实感。 直到手腕上的伤口完全痊愈，光洁如昔，我也没再见到过那个墙头上的红衣少女，或许她已经通过别的途径拿到离别珠了吧。 每当我陷入神游状态时，就会被遥一掌拍醒，然后指挥着我去做这做那，俨然一副奸商模样。 时间久了，我常常觉得，那说不定真的只是一场梦罢了。 说不定连我自己，也只是存在于别人的梦里的虚拟人物而已。
When it was dark, I woke up. The store has already opened for business, Yao and Bai Ye are sitting in the hall, one is drinking tea leisurely, the other is curled up in the wicker chair, reading a rare book. The atmosphere is rare and peaceful. Hearing the sound, the two looked at me at the same time. "Little girl, did you sleep well?" Bai Ye spoke first. "Yeah." I nodded to him, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside Yao. "There is something to eat in the kitchen." Yao glanced at me and continued to flip through the book in his hand. "I'm not hungry." I was a little curious about the contents of the torn book in his hand, and I leaned over to read it, but he pushed it away with a palm. "Not suitable for children." "Hey, I'm in my twenties!" He just ignored it, simply turned around and hid the book tightly. It seemed that he really didn't want me to see him, so I had no choice but to divert my attention and start talking to Bai Ye. "Why are you free to come here today?" "Because I suddenly want to come and see my little girl." Bai Ye smiled and spoke in a nasty way. Your little cow, give back your little pig!When you are a breeder! In my mind, I imagined the scene of Bai Ye wearing a straw hat and grazing cows on the hillside, and changing the cool leather jacket into a Hawaiian grass skirt. The picture was so funny that I couldn't help laughing out loud. "What is so happy about?" Bai Ye didn't know what to do, thinking it was something interesting. I refused to say, just looked at him and smiled. "You are probably the only person who can smile so happily when you are about to die." He looked at the beads on my wrist and said maliciously. "Bai Ye! You bastard!" I was terrified by him, and I was about to ask clearly, when Yao's voice sounded a bit exasperated. "I said, little cat, you don't want to take care of everything by yourself. This time, the matter can only be solved by the little girl herself." "Don't bother you!" "You have read the book for a long time, is there any result?" Yao stopped talking, just closed the book resentfully, and threw it aside. I glanced at the cover, it seemed to be a book like XX Secret Law. This time, no matter how stupid I am, I know that I may have caused some serious trouble again. "tell me." I looked at Haruka, who just sat quietly with his eyes downcast. "Is it because of the string of beads?" I was pulling the beads, and my skin felt like it was being pulled. It was tightly attached to my wrist. The roots were so dense that they were almost invisible, and they had already grown into the flesh of my wrist. I looked at it numbly, completely It doesn't feel like it's my hand. "You were chosen by the parting pearl." After a while, Bai Ye spoke. Seeing my confused face, he explained for a long time. Parting beads are not the name of a string of beads, but two strings of beads made from a piece of pear wood with a thousand years of history.In fact, there is nothing special about these two strings of beads, but they must not be separated.Once the two strings of beads are separated and belong to different people, the two people will be more unlucky. Because after leaving for a long time, the resentment of the bead’s parting will erode the owner. After a long time, the person who holds the bead will die, and the bead will continue to find the next owner. Resentment was released repeatedly. This situation will not end until some owner can fulfill his wish for it, find another string of beads, and put the two strings together. In other words, I was "luckily" selected by the farewell beads. If I don't help it find another string of beads, then I will die, and what's worse, the owner of the other string of beads will also die. The question is, the world is so big, where can I find a string of tiny beads? "Isn't it too overbearing?" I rubbed my wrist, not wanting to see those disgusting roots. Bai Ye laughed and told me another story. It is said that many years ago, in the mountains, there was a family with two children. The two brothers ate, slept and played together since childhood. Selling the elder brother to the rich man's house to do a long-term job, at least it will save a mouth and an extra way of life. As soon as he heard that his father was going to sell his brother, of course the younger brother didn't want to, so he cried badly.Father had no choice, so he sold his elder brother while his younger brother was out fetching water one day. The older brother was very sensible, knowing that his family was poor, he followed the rich man without saying a word. When the younger brother came back to fetch water, he found that the elder brother was gone, so he chased him out crying.After chasing for a long time, I finally caught up with my elder brother on the mountainside. The mountain road was steep, and my younger brother chased people eagerly. In the end, he accidentally stepped on a stone and fell to his death.The elder brother watched his younger brother die chasing him, feeling sad in his heart, and was sad for a while, so he also jumped down. Their bodies flowed down the river with the river below, and a monk finally found them and buried them together next to the monastery. In the second year, a pear tree grew on their graves. Many years have passed, and the pear tree has grown into a towering tree. A craftsman passed by here occasionally, lay down under a tree and took a nap, dreamed of the two brothers, and after waking up, he cut a piece of wood and made many prayer beads to give to passers-by. The passers-by who accepted the beads gradually died, and the death conditions were very different, so people began to investigate. Later, an expert discovered the reason and spent a lot of effort to destroy most of the beads. Only two strings escaped and survived. In later generations, it also got an elegant name, called Farewell Pearl. Of course, the one I'm wearing is one of them.
I'm so unlucky that even such a one-in-a-million thing can happen to me. "You mean, I have no other choice?" I squinted at Bai Ye. "No." Bai Ye answered very simply. I turned my head towards Haru. "For the sake of our friendship for so long, you must burn some paper money for me during the New Year and holidays! Remember to burn me a house, I want a villa-type one! Oh, and a handsome guy!" "What nonsense are you talking about?" He didn't push me away, just turned to Bai Ye. "Don't scare her." "I'm not scaremongering, believe it or not." Bai Ye spread her hands with an innocent expression. Snapped! Haruka threw the book in his face. I went and sat alone in the backyard, which was the quietest place in the whole building. I looked at the parting bead, its roots seemed to be the same as before, and seemed to spread a little more, the roots close to the skin had turned faint red, and when I touched it with my hand, I felt pain. It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid, but how easy is it to find another string of beads? I sighed lightly, but I heard another pleasant voice say: "You are young, why are you sighing?" I looked up and saw a girl in red sitting on the wall, with two dimples on her face when she smiled, her appearance and temperament looked very charming. "If you know that you are terminally ill and will die soon, can you not sigh?" The girl looked me up and down for a while. "But you're not sick." "It's almost the same anyway, and I won't live long." I gave up on myself a little, and simply held up the wrist with the beads for her to see. She looked at it, then laughed again. I'm a little annoyed. "Nothing funny, is it?" "You man, if you have time to refute me here, why don't you save your energy and go find another string of beads?" I looked at her: "Do you also know about the parting pearl?" "Not only do I know about the parting beads, but I also know the whereabouts of the other string of beads, do you want to know?" She sat on the top of the wall, dangling her two small feet, looking at me calmly. "What price do I have to pay?" I'm not stupid enough to think that people will help me for no reason. "When you find another string of beads, how about giving me the two strings together?" "make a deal."
Back at the store, Bai Ye was gone, Yao was busy in the kitchen, as if preparing to cook, I tiptoed out of the door with a small bag on my back. The train station is always a lively place, people come and go, with indifferent faces, hurrying.Because it was not a holiday, I easily bought a train ticket to Chongqing. During a journey of dozens of hours, the quality of the traveling companion is naturally very important. I bought a sleeper berth, and the compartment was in the last section, which made me run for a long time before I found the ticket gate. There are not many people in the carriage, it is sparse, and the occupancy rate is only about half.On the lower bunk opposite was a young student-looking boy with fair skin that could be seen to be powdered, eyebrows trimmed thinly, and a gentle and kind-spoken voice. The boy on the upper bunk seemed to be his classmate, but his appearance was very different. He was a tall and strong northern boy with a loud voice, and he loved to talk and laugh. The white-faced boy made no secret of his affection for the boy in the upper berth. He put out a lot of snacks as soon as he got in the car, and he was very caring and attentive to the boy in the upper berth. I bought the upper berth, and the lower berth was a woman in her thirties, with black eyeliner and bright lipstick, a plump figure with a low chest and a choking perfume smell. After looking at all these people, the train has already left. As soon as the woman in the lower berth settled down, she started chatting with the two boys opposite, and it didn't take long before the fight became heated. The unique rhythm of the train made people drowsy. I leaned on the bunk and listened to them chatting and laughing. I fell asleep after a while. When I woke up, the lights in the carriage had been turned off, it was pitch dark, the curtains were drawn tightly, and even the occasional lights that slipped outside could not be seen.After touching his pocket, he remembered that he came out in a hurry and even forgot to bring his mobile phone, so he couldn't help feeling a little regretful. I don't know who is listening to the radio, the volume is turned down very low, and a female voice inside is singing a tune. "Someone can walk in the secluded place, some green moss and white dew. I coughed through the window."
Not feeling sleepy at all, I slowly climbed out of bed, intending to sit on the stool in the hallway for a while.Opening a corner of the curtain, it was already dark. The area where the car was driving seemed to be a mountainous area. It was so dark that there were few houses with lights on. He opened the water bought at the station, took a sip, and moistened his thirsty mouth.The journey is still long. I regret going to bed too early, because the night on the train is quite boring, and I don't even have to see the scenery.Haruka should have noticed that I was gone. Although I feel sorry for sneaking away, if I tell him, he will definitely follow, and I don't want him to follow. Coming out this time, it would be good to find the string of beads. If you can't find it, it's fine to die outside. In any case, he doesn't want to see the scene of death. Because I owe him so much, I should be forgotten by him.He should have his own life, not waste it for me. The train was still moving fast, so I stood up, intending to go to the junction of the station to catch some air, check to see if there was a conductor on duty, and ask what time it was. The lights in the flight attendant's room were dark, and they probably went to patrol other compartments. The junction of the carriages was very empty. A man leaned against the door and smoked a cigarette. From the large glass on the door, it could be seen that the train was still driving in the sparsely populated mountainous area. I stood by the door and tried to open my eyes wide to look out, but I still couldn't see anything, the sky and the ground were a black chaos.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the man seemed to be wearing a watch on his wrist, so he spoke to him. "Brother, what time is it?" The man looked at the watch in his hand seriously and answered me. "Eleven thirty-three, no, it's already thirty-four." I thanked him, and wandered around at the junction of the carriages, looking for a train timetable or something, but found that the connection between this carriage and the next carriage was closed, and the door was locked. After twisting twice and seeing no movement, I had to give up. When the man saw me fumbling here and there, he asked, "What are you looking for?" "I want to find out if there is a timetable. I don't know where to go at the next stop." The man shook his head. "It's useless to ask for that thing, this car only stops at one stop." "Are you going to Chongqing directly?" "No, go directly to Fengdu." There is no train station in Fengdu. When I was at the train station, I had already asked the conductor that there is no train service at all in Fengdu. You have to go to Chongqing or Chengdu first, and then transfer to a bus. Besides, what I bought was obviously a train ticket to Chongqing. I calmly took out the ticket from my pocket, and the word "Chongqing" on it had indeed changed to "Fengdu". It seems that I was extremely lucky to catch the ghost town train. The person on the opposite side and the passengers in the car are probably not normal human beings. I secretly looked at this man, only to find that the watch he was wearing was in disarray, the glass surface was gone, and on the other side of the cheek, there were many messy wounds, some of which hadn’t yet scabbed, constantly There was blood oozing from the ground, and there was a deep wound on his chest, which looked like a fatal wound. But the strange thing is that although his appearance is a little scary, he is not a ghost. I can feel that there is still some vitality left in his body, and the body that exists somewhere should not have died yet. He seems to be just a living soul. If he can find out his situation in time, there may still be a glimmer of life. I chatted with him calmly. "Brother, where are you from?" "I'm from Luoyang." "Luoyang? That's from Henan, it's far away from Fengdu..." "Well, it's very far away." "Is this going to work in Fengdu?" "no." "That is?" "What the hell are you here for?...I can't seem to remember..." He scratched his head, with a troubled look on his face. It seems that he has some doubts. I remained calm and continued to guide him. "Brother, what were you doing before you got in the car this afternoon?" "As usual, go to work by bike." "Did something happen on the way to work?" "Yes... I met a thief. Someone was yelling to catch the thief. He happened to run towards me, so I stopped him." "And then? Do you feel any pain?" "It seems to be a little painful... I remember, it seems that someone took me to the hospital." "What did the doctor say?" "The doctor fiddled with it for a while, let me have a good rest..." "Then what are you doing now?" "I'm... on a train." "Think about what you are doing? At this time, you should rest in the hospital, right?" "Yes, I should rest in the hospital, I should rest in the hospital." He scratched his scalp, "Why am I here?" "You should go back..." "I should go back, or my son will be in a hurry." The car door opened silently, he smiled at me, and jumped off without looking back.
The train was still moving on, I stared at the night outside the window, turned around and walked into the carriage. The passengers are all asleep, and it is definitely not a good thing to attract the attention of others on this weird train.I also climbed into the bunk, lay down quietly, and pretended to be asleep, but I didn't expect the fake to be true, and I really fell asleep. It wasn't until midnight that I was woken up by a shaking. I opened my eyes, didn't get up, just turned over, and my view was right on the opposite bed. Once the eyes get used to the darkness, things become clearer. The bunk on the opposite side was empty, and the quilt was lifted casually, it seemed that the owner had just stepped down. Maybe go to the bathroom, I thought.The next voice made me have to veto this guess. From my lower berth came a series of shakings, mixed with the gasps of men and women. It seemed that during the period of time I fell asleep, a dewy couple had just been born on the train. The train is really a good place for an affair. Their movement was not small, and the boy with a white face should have been woken up too.Recalling his sincere face, I suddenly want to see what his expression looks like now. From my vantage point I could easily see his bed, sleeping on his side, his eyes not closed, but staring straight at what I couldn't see, where the live erotica was happening. I couldn't figure out what expression was in his eyes, and I wasn't very interested in the couple under the bed. When I moved my wrist, I accidentally touched the railing on the bunk, and it hurt. His hands should hurt more, right?After all, it was bleeding all the time, soaking the entire quilt. The level of love, no matter men or women, is always very sad. It's just that no one can change the fact that it has already happened. I turned over again and decided to close my eyes and continue to sleep, but I was no longer sleepy. I suddenly miss someone.
Although I don't know where he is, I know he is still alive, because the red moon in my hand still exists. It has nothing to do with past lives, only this life. I'm not too interested in what happened, and even if it happened to me, I wouldn't be able to appreciate it. The only thing left is feelings. Only it does not deceive people. The movement on the lower berth gradually subsided, and then a woman's exclamation sounded, "Ah", pierced the darkness in the carriage, and a few footsteps hurriedly sounded, and after a while, a beam of light shone over, it turned out that it was the conductor who came . Someone cut his own pulse and committed suicide. This is not a trivial matter, but the conductor did not show any panic expression, as if it was no big deal, sniffed a little, and concluded that there was no way to save him, and beckoned the boy on the upper berth to carry the body to the junction of the carriages with him. The warehouse is gone. I thought this was just a replay of the scene, and the unwilling suicide soul would often linger in the moment of death, unable to escape.But the conductor who just saw it felt that something was wrong. No matter how you look at it, the conductor is a real person. But there is something wrong here. If a normal conductor sees this kind of incident, how can he react like this?His attitude was as if the passenger's baby had wet the bed, and he just found it a little troublesome. Moreover, the direct train to Fengdu itself should not exist. A non-existent train, a non-existent conductor. Soon the conductor came back with the boy on the upper berth. He tidied up the blood-stained quilt and left with it. Several people who were watching also dispersed one after another. The woman on the lower bunk was obviously a little scared, she didn't dare to stay in her own bunk, she simply climbed to the upper bunk, and hugged the boy openly. I sneered, my friend just died, and his bones were still cold, but he really could hold his breath. "He dreamed of being twins and sleeping alone for you. He forgot to eat and sleep. Luo Yi couldn't help but the five o'clock cold, endless sorrow, loneliness and tears." The female voice on the radio was still complaining. "You put He Lang powder on the face, and he painted his open eyebrows. The strong wind is too strong, and the sun has dried You Yunyu's heart. He regretted stealing jade and gall, and erased the red words of Yicuicui." The boy trembled, hugged the woman next to him tightly, glanced at me, and saw me on the opposite side again, seemed a little embarrassed, and let go of his hand quietly. "Sister, you have been sleeping." "Well, I've been sleeping." "This car is really slow. I haven't stopped after driving for so long. I don't know where the next stop is?" "What time is it?" "Eleven thirty-five." He looked at his phone. So much had happened that only a minute had passed. "Sister, aren't you cold? I think the air conditioner in the car seems to be turned on too much." I looked at the woman lying on top of him with only half of her face exposed, and replied calmly. "Well, it's a little cold." "Sister, where are you going to get off?" "Terminal." I yawned, ignored his expression of wanting to say something more, and decided not to talk to him anymore. Perhaps upon waking up, this person no longer exists. It's just that time passes too slowly. If we continue with this momentum, we don't know when we will reach the terminal.I heard the rumbling sound of train wheels, I tossed and turned for a long time, and finally got up, intending to ask the conductor. "The blue sky, the yellow flowers, the westerly wind is tight. The geese fly from the north to the south. Who will be stained with frost and drunk in the forest at dawn? Always leave people in tears." I went outside and realized it wasn't a radio, but a woman sitting by the window. Looking at her young appearance from the back, she is holding on to a handkerchief, has a beautiful figure, and keeps singing the same song. If I remember correctly, this should be the song. At the end of the song, Zhang Sheng won the first prize, returned home and married Cui Yingying, and everyone was happy with the happy ending.Of course, a happy ending is just a good wish for future generations.In the original version, Yingying was abandoned by the pious Zhang Sheng because of the unwarranted crime of being too beautiful. I don't know which Yingying she sang? The conductor stood at the door, looking very relaxed. I walked over, stood beside him, and asked him nonchalantly. "Where is the next stop?" "Fengdu." "When did Fengdu have a train station? I don't even know." He answered me without looking up. "It's been around for decades." "What time do you arrive at the station?" "Twelve o'clock sharp." "Then what time is it?" "Eleven thirty-six." Time flies really slowly. "I asked someone about the time half a day ago, and it was eleven thirty-four. It was so long, but only two minutes had passed." He finally looked up and took a look at me. "What can I do, it can only depend on themselves." "What's the meaning?" "Aren't you the same, thinking about going to die?" After he said this, I realized that in my subconscious mind, I really held the idea that it doesn't matter if I die.Is that why I'm on this train? What does he mean, everyone dies before the train arrives at the end? "I don't want to die, but I want to go to Fengdu." I smiled at him. "The living cannot reach Fengdu." He opened the car door slowly, and the wind outside the window rushed in, making him almost unsteady. I just got pushed down by him. Only the last sentence was heard in my ear. "You took the wrong car." I can smell the unique smell in the train, mixed with the strong smell of instant noodles, human body odor, metal smell, sweat smell, bedding smell, the noisy sound in the air, the sound of packing luggage, the roof of the car sound on the radio. "Passengers, Chongqing Railway Station is coming soon." Shocked, I sat up, only to find that the people around me were packing their luggage and getting out of the car.Seeing me get up, the uncle on the opposite bunk smiled and said, "Girl, you can really sleep, you've been asleep for dozens of hours!" I forced a smile, and then I remembered that the berth opposite me was indeed a middle-aged uncle, and his lower berth was a middle-aged woman with a child, not a young boy at all.My lower berth is a young girl, listening to headphones all the way, very quiet. So I'm back from the ghost town train? The phone in my pocket rang, and I checked, it was a message from Yao. "Safe trip, waiting for your return." "Ok." I replied a short word, checked the time before putting the phone back in my pocket, it was ten twenty-five in the morning. Chongqing Station has arrived.
Fengdu is a famous tourist attraction. After leaving the train station, I easily found a bus to Fengdu. It takes two and a half hours to get to Fengdu, which is quite convenient. There were a lot of people in the car. After I got on, the driver drove away as soon as I found a seat and sat down. I slept all the way on the train, and I couldn’t fall asleep in the car anyway. Fortunately, the seat was next to the window, so I simply took out the Fengdu map I just bought at the station and studied it carefully. The place I'm going to is quite remote, it looks like a small road, and it's not even marked on the map.Let's find it slowly when the time comes, I sighed and put away the map. I always feel a little restless, maybe it's because I've been in the car for too long and I'm uncomfortable. Fortunately, the speed of the car was fast, and I arrived at the destination in a short time. After getting off the car, I looked at Fengdu, which was full of new buildings, and decided to find a hotel to rest for a while before going out at night. Facts have proved that my decision is very wise. Fengdu at night turned into the gloomy little town I had seen before. The green lights on the street were lit, and people in twos and threes walked with blank expressions. I stepped on the bluestone road and walked casually.The body seems to be called by something, it should turn to the left, it should turn to the right, and I don't need to use my brain at all. This is probably also the function of the parting beads. The feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger, and I thought that another string of beads should be not far away. I don't know how long I walked, but I stopped at the gate of a big house. It is said to be a big house, but it is indeed very big, the edge of the wall cannot be seen at a glance, and the gate is closed tightly, so nothing can be seen. The person I'm looking for is here. My heart was beating wildly. Before I could knock, the door opened quietly. In the spacious yard, there was a man standing with his back to me. "You came." It was an unknown voice. Seeing him, I didn't think there was anything strange. After all, this is a ghost town. It's normal to see the judge. But he's here, which means that the person I'm looking for is probably not an ordinary person. "Is the person I'm looking for dead?" He shook his head. "Come with me." This house is much bigger than the Magistrate's Mansion. I followed him, but I was still dizzy. When I was wondering why we hadn't arrived, we stopped in front of a house on the west side. Although it is a partial house, the decoration of the house is not sloppy. The wood carvings under the eaves are lifelike, and the paintings on the beams are also meticulous and vivid. It can be seen that the owner of the house is a very particular person. "go in." He pushed me gently into the room. There was a lamp in the room, and the light was very good. There was a man sitting in the room, and when he saw me coming in, he stood up.She was not in good health, and she was a little out of breath just standing up. I was stunned for a while, because I knew this person. In the memory shown to me in the dream book, she is the musician who is favored by heaven. At the same time, it is also the origin of everything. I, Qingming, Yao, all the beginnings of the subsequent life after life, all started with Ming Jun's piano. The picture in the dream didn't feel real, but now a real person stood in front of me, dazzling, and I was a little at a loss for a while. Ming Jun held my hand and looked at me quietly. "Sister, you are finally here." Wait, what did she call me? I think I must look silly now because she's smiling so much. "I've been waiting for you for a long time." She held my hand tightly and accidentally touched my wrist, but I felt no pain. I looked down and saw that she was wearing a string of identical beads. The owner of the parting pearl is Ming Jun? I'm a little confused. Ming Jun looked at me gently. "Sit down first, let me tell you slowly." Someone next to me brought a chair over, I thanked me, and heard a deep reply. "No thanks." I suddenly looked up! It's Ching Ming! He seemed to be thinner, dressed in white, and looked at me indifferently. The lake in his eyes is as calm as the lake, I searched for a long time, but there is not even a trace of waves. I thought I was going to cry, but I didn't. I have imagined many kinds of reunion scenes, but I did not expect this to happen. So you have been here. Stared at him blankly for a long time, then turned his head and listened to Ming Jun's narration. Her voice is pleasant to the ear, and it is the most suitable voice for a radio anchor now. When she speaks, she turns back and forth a thousand times, making people feel like they are in the scene.
A long, long time ago, Ming Jun, who was a musician at the time, went to play on the top of Kunlun Mountain and saw the Wenyu tree growing on the mountain. Just as the Wenyu tree was blooming, she was overwhelmed by the beauty of the rare flower, and she was so in awe. She cut her own finger and dripped a drop of blood into the stamen, but the flower seemed to have a spirituality and quickly absorbed the blood. Later, that flower produced an argentina fruit. This Wenyu fruit is a color that has never been seen before. It is bright red and very eye-catching. Knowing that this was the reason for his own drop of blood, Mingjun liked it secretly, and often went to see it secretly. After a long time, it was heard by the emperor, so he ordered the Wenyu to be made into a Yaoqin and rewarded to her. This is not the result she wants, but the emperor will not withdraw the order because of her wish. Even rare and beautiful jade can't escape the words of gold, and it will turn into a stone without consciousness, embedded in an irrelevant qin forever. After Yu Ling was born, Jun Ming secretly visited it once. Looking at that young, lively and carefree girl, she had the concept of the word sister for the first time. It's just that Xianting does not allow such feelings to exist. Immortals are noble, and no matter how spiritual the divine jade is, it is nothing more than a utensil. She hated such a world, but she didn't have the courage to escape, so she pinned her hope on Yu Ling.I hope that the girl with her blood on her body can be free. What happened later was as shown in the dream book. Qingming was sent to fetch Wenyu, Yuling escaped from his hands and wandered into the world, and Yao followed to the world, starting the cycle of reincarnation from generation to generation. This catastrophe was planned by Ming Jun long ago, so she pleaded guilty and was willing to be imprisoned in the ghost city for a thousand years. Ming Jun's words collided back and forth in my heart, making me feel a little dazed for a while, and my mind was in a mess. I actually have her blood on my body? And all of this was planned by her intentionally? I was a little moved, but more out of anger and a sense of loss.Because of this incident, not only Qingming was involved, but even innocent Yao. Thinking that the reason why Qingming has been chasing me, maybe it's just because Ming Jun's blood is flowing in my body, I feel a kind of indescribable loneliness. And Haruka, when I think about the past, I feel a dull pain in my heart. In the whole world, he is the person I feel the most sorry for. 我一点儿也不觉得逃下人间是件开心的事。 如果时光倒流，重新选择，做件没有知觉的装饰品，也是另一种存在的方式吧。 “怎么了？不舒服？手还很痛吗？” 鸣君见我半天不说话，以为我手上的离别珠还在发作，急忙握住我的手，想要查看它的情况。 我推开她的手，反问道：“你说我身上流着你的血，是么？” “那是很久以前的事了。” 我一咬牙，使劲把手腕上的珠子一扯，虽然离别珠的效力已经很弱，却还留有很多细密的根须，它们从皮肤上被连根拔起，手腕上顿时血流如注。 我把满是鲜血的手腕伸到她面前。 “还给你，我把你的血还给你。” “夏！” 背后是清明有些急促的声音。 “你闭嘴！” 痛，很痛。 我握住手腕，看也不看便朝他大叫。 鸣君的眼中染上了忧伤的神色，她紧紧握住我的手，任血污染上她的裙子。 “我一直都没有问过你的想法，我一直都以为这样是对的。” 她抱住了我。 "Sorry……" 糟了，大概是牵扯到动脉了，血一直不停地流，我觉得头晕晕的，视线也开始模糊起来，倒在她身上之前，我还不忘强调着。 “我是我自己……我不是什么玉……” 那个温柔的声音轻声安慰着我。 “你就是你，不是别的什么人。”
再次醒来的时候，鸣君已经不见了。 我下意识举起手腕来看，上面的伤口已经被包扎好了，也不是很痛，被我扯下的离别珠也不知道扔到哪里了。 应该已经和另一串相聚了吧。 真可惜，我完不成对那个红衣少女的承诺了。 看环境，这里并不是刚刚那个房间，装饰倒是差不多，应该还是在这幢宅子之中。 既然离别珠的问题已经不存在，那我就没有继续留在这里的必要了。 我要赶快回去，遥还在忘川堂等着我呢。 我吃力地坐起来，撩开幔帐，打算下床。 清明坐在床边的椅子上，静静地看着我。 "Woke up?" "Woke up." “打算回去？” "Ok." 见我走得费力，他想要上来搀扶一下，却被我冷冷地拒绝了。 "Do not touch me." 我慢慢地往外走，而清明被我这么一说，真的没有过来。 我凭着记忆，慢慢找着来时的路，却被一个人拦住。 说来也巧，这个不是别人，却是以前来过店里的青衣客人，我还记得他的名字，叫做乘碧。 “你该去看看鸣君。” 我不说话，只是停住了脚步。 他见我不说话，便上来扯住我的手臂，往旁边的房间拖去。他的力气不大，却有种威慑人心的力量，我不敢反抗，只得乖乖地跟着他走。 房间里跟原来一样，没有什么不同。 唯一的不同，只是那张大床上，躺了一个人。 虽然隔着幔帐，看不清面容，我的心还是狂跳了起来。 这跟梦里的景象是一样的。 原来梦里的人是鸣君。 “她睡着了。” I say. “没有意外的话，她会永远地睡下去。” 乘碧的声音很轻，似乎怕吵醒她一样。 我突然觉得心跳停止了。 “什么意思？永远睡下去？她不是仙么？仙为什么还会这样？” 我跳起来，几乎抓住乘碧的衣领，对他吼着。 “这是她自己的选择。” 乘碧平静地说着，我却觉得，假如我现在转身，他的眼泪就会流下来了。 我伏在那张床前，对着幔帐里的人儿轻道：“再见，姐姐。” 我没有资格去怨恨任何人。 真正不该出生的罪魁祸首，是我自己。 我慢慢朝外走着，并不知道要走去哪里。 身后有人追了上来，扶住我的肩膀，我挣了一下，没有挣脱，便由他去了。 “你要去哪里？”他问我。 “我要回忘川堂去……” "Then come with me." “不用了，你还要留在这里陪鸣君吧？” “以后我会一直陪着你。” “你有心吗？” “会有的。” “你明白爱是什么吗？” “以后会明白的。” “我不是那什么千年神玉。” "I know." “我是夏至。” "I know." “我都知道。” 清明轻轻地揽着我的肩，耐心地回答着我的问题，我那一点隐隐的怒气也慢慢地消了。反正对于身边这个人来说，最不缺的东西，就是时间。 一千年，两千年，他总会慢慢明白的吧…… 去时千里颠簸，回来时却只是轻松地散了一会儿步。 尽管我很想逞强，却也不得不承认，的确比我自己回来要方便得多。 忘川堂里的灯已经亮起来了，远远地可以看到遥的身影在店里走来走去，白夜则坐在一边，嘴里不知道在说些什么。 反正一定不是什么好话就对了，因为遥立刻就开始拍桌子了。 那两人似乎看见我们了，便停止了争吵，遥跑出来迎接我，我朝他扑过去。 "I am back!" “回来了就好。” 他收紧了手臂，把我抱在怀里。 不管以前，不管以后，活在当下，就够了。 此后的日子一如既往，清明依然每日镇守柜台，遥大部分时间也仍然是一副爱吃爱睡爱美女的德性，除了偶尔来店里坐坐的白夜之外，那些记忆完全就像是梦一样，没有什么真实感。 直到手腕上的伤口完全痊愈，光洁如昔，我也没再见到过那个墙头上的红衣少女，或许她已经通过别的途径拿到离别珠了吧。 每当我陷入神游状态时，就会被遥一掌拍醒，然后指挥着我去做这做那，俨然一副奸商模样。 时间久了，我常常觉得，那说不定真的只是一场梦罢了。 说不定连我自己，也只是存在于别人的梦里的虚拟人物而已。