Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen Seventeenth Day to Last: If Mirrors Could Talk

Spread the petals evenly on the rice paper, put them in the microwave oven and dry them at high temperature for two minutes, and it becomes a rose specimen that never fades.The scent of roses filled the whole embroidery room, and the candlelight reflected in the mirror, and there were twice as many roses. The dried flowers in the water basin are still fragrant, but the shadows of the flowers in the mirror bloom one after another.Wuyan and Erlang guard the mirror nervously, wondering if the spirituality of these roses is enough to awaken the spirituality of the mirror, let alone what the mirror will tell them if the mirror can speak.

This ancient sandalwood coffee table and this huge bucket-colored blue-and-white porcelain basin belong to the antique collection of the Zhong family. Antiques that have passed through the years are spiritual; these delicate scented candles contain rose essential oil, and roses are also spiritual; The flirtatious singing of "Waiting for you to come back" flowing out of white light was Han Cuiyu's favorite artist and favorite song in the past - they have prepared everything, just waiting for the mirror to bloom. The candlelight is flickering, the shadows of the flowers are floating, and in the sound of the music, it seems that someone in the mirror is singing and dancing.It can be vaguely seen that she has thick and beautiful black hair. Once, in a hotel in Beijing, she yelled at him and asked him to do her makeup. He was used to singing about Wu Song, and he only thought of himself as a hero, and he didn't want to serve women. Huafen was playing games, but she couldn't help begging softly repeatedly, so she had no choice but to agree with her, and help her open her face, put on makeup, and wear Huacui.

Combs, hairpins, golden steps, locks, crowns... Her long hair was so submissive under his hands that she melted into water by his side... The woman in the mirror is like water, and the music is also like water, with watery long hair, watery waist, watery figure, watery tenderness, two soft catkin hands stretched out from the sleeves, as delicate as orchids, soft as nothing bone, stroke him gently. "Xiao Cui!" Erlang couldn't help but murmured, "Xiao Cui! Answer me! Answer me!" The beauty in the mirror seemed to be unable to bear the affectionate call, and turned her head slowly, slowly, as if a flower was quietly blooming.

Her eyebrows and eyes have an indescribable charm, but it is not frivolous, but sad.There is such a kind of natural mournful beauty on her face, it is the epiphyllum on a moonlit night, the more blooming it is, the closer it is to death.Good flowers don't always bloom, and good times don't always come around. Her skin is so delicate that it can be blown to pieces, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes are always sighing, as if to say: "Life is weak like a spider's silk." Wuyan tightly clasped her hands in front of her chest. Is the beautiful woman in the mirror really her grandmother, Han Cuiyu?Ever since I was a child, I heard rumors from the old servants of the Zhong family that the young mistress disappeared suddenly. The master was very sad and told his family that the young mistress died of illness. He himself spent days and nights without sleep and food, and brought plaster and carving knives. , One stroke at a time, I made a statue of my dead wife with my own hands, standing in the pool in the garden of the Zhong family, accompanying me, and waiting for the Zhong family.

He said, "Xiaocui didn't leave, she was with me all the time." If the mirror does not speak, people will never know the truth, what happened in this room one night more than sixty years ago. If the mirror does not speak— But mirrors also have souls.It has accompanied Han Cuiyu for so many years, "seeing" with her day and night, reflecting each other like a shadow.It has seen everything, recorded everything, but cannot speak out. If Wuyan hadn't become a ghost after death, if Erlang hadn't waited and searched so persistently, if there hadn't been the soul protection of Rose, the mirror would never have told the truth to the world.

However, this is God's will. God wanted the world to know the truth about Han Cuiyu's disappearance, and where her body and soul went. ——The curtain is drooping, locking the hopeless dream of mandarin ducks and butterflies; the ancient mirror is newly polished, and the beautiful figure with new make-up is treasured. That night, Han Cuiyu, who was dressed in costume, came back from the banquet, untiring and excited, and prepared to escape in the middle of the night with dreams and love. When she passed by Zhong Ziming's side, she said good night to him faintly, saying in her heart that this was the last time, this was the last time we saw each other.She went upstairs, took off her dancing skirt and put it on the hanger, turned on the gramophone to cover her hurried footsteps, then took out the jewelry package she had prepared, and changed into the clothes for going out.

Before the closet could be closed, the door was pushed open, and Zhong Ziming walked in, holding an inexplicably huge lead bucket in his hand, smiling, showing no trace of scheming, and his usual amiable face. He even made out with her, coming up to touch her hair, her face, her lips. She endured it, and at first she wanted to be perfunctory, but soon she understood the truth—he had seen through her heart, her plan, but he didn't attack it, just got close to her, and he was obviously humiliating her. She began to struggle, resist, and bit his lip. He was in pain and couldn't help backing away.She was free, and without thinking about it, she slapped him backhanded.

After the crisp sound, both of them froze suddenly. In an instant, there was no sound in the room. Even the waltz on the gramophone came to an end and stopped abruptly, as if the pointer was hit by that slap. Crooked. Zhong Ziming's face turned red quickly, Han Cuiyu's hands froze in the air, and his lips trembled, as if waiting for her husband's response.However, he didn't respond, he just stared at her blankly and stunned with red eyes. Xiaocui's eye circles turned red, and tears poured out unconsciously, feeling infinitely wronged.She felt that she had gotten into trouble and regretted it the moment she made the move, but she didn't know how to remedy it.She is like a little girl who accidentally broke an antique vase that her father treasured, trembling and panic when facing the fragments of the vase.

Tears fell drop by drop, flowing down her fair and clean cheeks, she looked at her husband's face, and suddenly felt distressed. She didn't know whether the distress was because of his being beaten, or because she felt guilty for beating someone, but her heart really hurt.She was leaving this man in front of her who loved her, but she didn't love him anymore, maybe never had.She hurt him, not only because she slapped him, but also because her elopement would bring him unspeakable humiliation and harm, which would hurt him more than a slap.This may be the only moment in her life when she truly loves and considers her husband.

Tears fell drop by drop, in Zhong Ziming's eyes, he looked at Xiao Cui's face, and felt distressed at the same time. He didn't know whether the distress was because he was beaten, or because Xiaocui's crying made him unbearable, he had his plan, he had his offensive and defensive, she was about to leave him, he had to stop her, but she The tears made him unable to bear to do anything, he had already decided to seek justice for himself before entering the door, but at this moment, he did forget about himself, and it really hurt. They looked at each other like this, letting the tears fall drop by drop.They didn't see everything in the world, but the mirror clearly saw between them. At this moment, after beating and being beaten, what happened?

——However, at this moment, there seemed to be a sudden gust of wind in the room, and the candle "popped" out. When Lingzheng entered the door, he could smell a strong fragrance of flowers. The whole hall was filled with delicious and fat roses. So many flower spirits crowded together and danced together. With his gesture of opening the door, As soon as it gushes out, the soul returns to Lihentian. He could almost hear Rose screaming. Then, he really heard the faceless screams, the disappointed, startled, and unprepared cries.from upstairs. Ling Zheng didn't know what happened, so he rushed upstairs, the door of the room at the corner of the corridor that had been closed all year round suddenly opened, Wuyan stood in front of the door, his face as pale as snow.Today is Yan Wuyan's seventeen years old, seventeen years old, it is the age of cardamom, like a flower, but after two days and nights of hard work, she is very weak and tired, and she hardly has the strength to walk or talk.Seeing Ling Zheng's bizarre appearance, she was both surprised and delighted, her face full of astonishment: "Ling Zheng, it's you..." At the same time, a more intense rose fragrance rolled in, and the faint floral fragrance filled the huge living room, as if there were roses flying all over the room, and those were the souls of roses. They surrounded Wuyan, waiting with her for Ling Zheng to change his mind. Change your mind.Lingzheng's heart is like those roses, it is in full bloom for the faceless smile, and it is hot, and he will never leave her again. "Wuyan, it's me." Ling Zheng greeted him and said clearly, "I've thought about it, and I'm willing to die with you." "What?" Wuyan hadn't recovered from the regret of the shattered mirror image and the surprise of seeing Lingzheng again, when he heard this sentence suddenly, he almost thought he heard it wrong. However, Ling Zheng had clearly thought it through. The two days and nights of self-argument had made him very clear about his heart.He approached and said calmly and gently: "I said, I am willing to die with you. You have already died for me once, I can't let you die for me a second time, or go alone. I want Accompany you, cross the bridge of Naihe together, drink Mengpo soup together, go up Wangxiang Tower together, walk Huangquan Road together, go up Daoshan Mountain and down the oil pot together, reincarnate together and go back to reincarnation. Because if you die, leave me alone, life What's the point? Wuyan, I don't want to lose you again, regardless of life or death, I will be with you." "Lingzheng..." Wuyan wept uncontrollably, but she had no tears, no tears. "Lingzheng, you trust me. When I come back, I just want to see you and be with you. I don't really want you to die. I never thought of harming you. Trust me..." "I believe. I believe. But, I voluntarily accompany you to die, I am willing to accompany you, Wuyan, I want to be with you and never separate." "But, it's not allowed, it's not worth it, Ling Zheng, I won't let you die..." "It's up to me to choose whether it's worth it or not." Ling Zheng interrupted her and held her hand, "Love has no choice. From the day we met again at the subway station, my path has been doomed. How far, how to go, the decision is not up to me." "You can choose." Wuyan still cried, although there were no tears. "Lingzheng, I've already given up on you. I watched you go out. I could have explained it, but I didn't stop you. I didn't ask you to stay. I don't want you to confess. I just want you to walk away more gracefully. There is no need to look back. Lingzheng, I had nineteen days with you, I would rather give up the remaining nineteen days and go on the road alone, just so that you won't be too sad when I leave..." Wuyan couldn't go on.Happiness came too suddenly, too huge, too overflowing for her to bear.Ling Zheng's turning back made her know that all her sacrifices were worth more than enough, but she regretted it. She even regretted coming to this world, regretted making Ling Zheng fall in love with her, regretted seeing him cry, and even more regretted making him decide to accompany her with death, committing suicide. They hugged and kissed together, ignoring their flesh and blood.This kind of love, even if there is only one minute in a lifetime, this life is already worthwhile, and it is also full and full. Life is weak as a spider's thread, but a lover's will makes it strong as steel. "Huh!" A cough broke the lingering.Erlang stood at the stairs with a livid face, disappointed and angry at the same time, this reckless Ling Zheng, how did he know what kind of disaster he caused by his arrival?Seeing that the mystery of Xiaocui's disappearance was about to be revealed, it was unforgivable to be disturbed by this kid.He was furious, and scolded: "Stinky boy, spoil my good deeds!" Ling Zheng looked up and was taken aback, who is this man in colorful and speckled clothes?Why did he appear in Wuyan's house?And why is it full of anger?What's the good thing if I broke him? Wuyan called "Senior Erlang" reassuringly, and quickly explained: "Ling Zheng, this is the old...senior I told you about teaching me to revive my soul, don't be afraid, he is very kind and won't hurt you." Ling Zheng almost never fainted.If it wasn't for the fact that there was a faceless resurrection at the bottom, he would never have believed that this was an old ghost from sixty years ago, and he would pretend to be someone to play tricks on him.He made a careless bow, and stammered, "Erlang...senior..." The weird etiquette, weird address, and weird atmosphere made Zheng Zheng feel that he was not like a real person, but like in a play. Wuyan just smiled, flattering left and right, and said cautiously: "Senior Erlang is very kind to me. Lingzheng, you should thank Senior Erlang for me, and buy more roses for him." "Rose?" Lingzheng was surprised, isn't it paper money to give gifts to ghosts?Is it popular in the underworld to give roses, or to a male ghost? "This is a very long and legendary story." Wuyan put her hands on her forehead and sighed, "Oh, Lingzheng, you will be out of breath." Her delicate and carefree appearance made Lingzheng's heart feel tender. He couldn't help but walked over, embraced her, and said softly: "With you, every minute is a new legend. No face, if Would you blame me for proposing without a ring?" "what?" "Wuyan, I want to marry you." Lingzheng's expression was serious and sincere, "We have known each other for so long, but we don't really spend much time together. But I already know that you are the one I want to hold hands with for the rest of my life , I hope, you can marry me. Do you promise?" "Are you... proposing marriage?" Wuyan stared blankly at him, more shocked than happy, besides being dazed, there was also a kind of sadness that could never be wiped away. "I am proposing to you." Ling Zheng said word by word, "I, Pei Lingzheng, propose to Miss Zhong Wuyan, I hope you will promise me that we will be together forever." For the rest of my life.For the rest of my life.However, there are only sixteen days left in her life.Wuyan stared at Ling Zheng, staring at him deeply, deeply, as if to silently engrave his appearance and record his voice.He proposed to her!He proposed to her!He proposed to her! But she couldn't promise him. "No, I can't promise you." "Why? Aren't you going to love me for the rest of your life? And isn't loving each other the only reason for marriage?" "Yes. But marriage is not the only purpose of loving each other." Wuyan replied sadly, "Lingzheng, you know that I am dead, I have no household registration, no ID card, and no one will officiate our wedding..." "But even if you die, I want you to die as my wife, Pei Lingzheng, instead of being a lonely ghost. We will hold the wedding now. There is a statue of your grandmother here, and she is our witness; and There are so many roses, it just happens to be the auditorium for our wedding; as for the officiant..." Ling Zheng walked up to Erlang, bowed deeply again, this time he was much more presentable, and asked earnestly, "Senior Erlang, what are you doing?" Will you marry us?" "What a boy! What a good guy!" Erlang agreed heartily, smiling all over his face. This boy is so infatuated with Wuyan, just like when he was young.His anger dissipated immediately, and he waved his hand and said, "However, you have to do something for me first." The soldiers are divided into two groups, Wuyan is in charge of collecting dew, while Ling Zheng and the old ghost are going to find roses again.Zhong Ziming will come back at any time, tonight is likely to be their last chance, victory or defeat depends on one action. Wuyan warned: "Be quick, there is no time!" "Don't worry, even if I steal, I will steal enough flowers back." Ling Zheng firmly promised. In fact, stealing is probably the only way to find roses at this time.Fortunately, there is an old ghost who is as light as a swallow, so stealing flowers is not difficult. When Ling Zhengshou was waiting outside the fence to pick up the "stolen goods", he felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart.Not only because this is the first time in his life to be a thief, but also because he is partnering with ghosts to seek property. In the past, he never believed in those myths about supernatural powers, but now he became one with ghosts.In the play, I once saw the song where the emperor missed the dead concubine in ancient times and ordered Taoist priests to perform the repertoire, which is only a legend; but today in the garden of Zhong's family, it is real, and the dead souls are inviting people to meet each other.Falling in love with a resurrected ghost is such a special encounter. The moon is full in the west building, the stars move to the Big Dipper, Ling Zheng looks up at the moon and the stars are sparse, thinking that these cool and cold moons are about to bid farewell to him.He knows that there is not much time for Yan Yan, and he knows that his decision is equal to a choice, like drawing the huge "death" character in the life and death lottery. He knows that the purpose of this love is not marriage but the grave, but, He decides. Before the rooster crowed, all the kung fu was finally done. This time, Wuyan's gestures were much more proficient, the candlelight quickly brightened, and the image in the mirror became blurry and clear again. Ling Zheng waited with bated breath, the feeling of weirdness in his heart became more and more intense, and he couldn't get rid of it.A living person, a revived sentimental girl, and an old ghost who has been dead for more than sixty years are working together, waiting for the emergence of another life whose life or death is uncertain. Chen Xiangqiyan's embroidered boudoir has become Tang Minghuang's Palace of Longevity! The people in the room waited silently to reveal the Gu. And the person in the mirror is also silent, not knowing what to wait for—— Zhong Ziming and Han Cuiyu looked at each other silently. For a long time, for a long time. Then, he stepped forward slowly, as if he was taking one step at a time, and approached her with a thousand words in his eyes.Suddenly, in a flash, he struck her temple with a fist, knocked her to the ground, and before she could sit up, he rushed forward and strangled her by the throat. He rode on her, his knees pressed her arms, and his hands pinched her tightly, tightening and tightening. The moonlight shone on her face through the window lattice, her tears of apology were not enough to fall, and the expression of astonishment was still in her eyes. He shook and shook, but finally softened and spread out, as if he was speechless asking the sky. she died. A thread of blood slowly dripped from the corner of her lips, and with such a weird smile, she fell asleep, sleeping forever. The moonlight shone on her face through the screen window, she was smiling and sleeping soundly.She didn't run away, she didn't go anywhere, she couldn't go anywhere. She will be his forever, completely and quietly. He lifted her up, hugged her in his arms, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth gently and carefully, then opened the lead bucket he brought in advance, scooped up the plaster inside and pasted it in her mouth, sealing her last breath To breathe, to seal her slim hope of surviving, to seal her soul trying to escape. Next is the eyes, ears, and nose. After sealing her seven orifices, there is the five-heart talisman, which is written on her heart, palms, and feet with his blood. Now, she has completely obeyed, her body and her soul are in his hands, and she will never get out, never get out. Erlang spent his whole life "killing his wife" on stage in vain, but it was not as good as Zhong Ziming's late-night scene of killing his wife in Xiaolou. "It turned out that Zhong Ziming killed Xiaocui!" He cried out angrily, and punched the mirror. "Grandpa...killed grandma?" Wuyan was stunned, she never thought of this truth.It turns out that grandma is not missing, but really dead. Grandpa killed her!Grandpa loves grandma so much, he actually killed her and sealed her in a statue! statue?She woke up suddenly. "Let's go to the garden, break that statue, and save grandma's soul." "I know there's a hammer in the tool room downstairs, I'll get it!" Ling Zheng was furious, his blood surging.He is an upright and kind-hearted person, and he even draws his sword to help when he sees injustice.What's more, the person who died was the faceless grandma. However, when they rushed out the door, they saw Zhong Ziming by the pool.