Chapter 114 first quarter

"Learn the wind in the valley, and use the shade to rain. Striders are united, and there should be no anger.  …" "Fire flows in July, and clothes are given in September. In spring, there are sun, and there are singing birds.  …" "Plucking weeds and picking weeds, wei also stops. Every day returns, and there is no end to years...." Back then, Luo Yang didn't understand those poems at all. He just repeated the ancient sentences that had been passed down for thousands of years in his mouth according to his aunt's request, just like repeating a nursery rhyme.But he liked the charm with which his aunt read those sentences, and the catchiness of them themselves.

At that time, Luo Yang and Sima Xunxin were sitting in the courtyard, using ancient poems one after another to respond to the gentle breeze caressing from the canopy of the pagoda tree, and tender, soft, and tactful songs floated over the small town. What a quiet yard that is!Every quiet afternoon, he and Sima Xunxin sat under the locust tree and read like this, until the sun disappeared from behind the canopy of the tree, the twilight was smudged with the coolness of night, and the dark and blurred windows in the small town flickered. lights. However, everything becomes a memory.The quiet yard, the friendly smile, the wonderful sound of reading, fall into the long tunnel eroded by the years, and you can't see the bottom, let alone where they fell.

Luo Yang stood on the stage.The afternoon sun scorched his head like a branding iron. "Tunnel warfare, hey, tunnel warfare, there are millions of magic soldiers in ambush..." He sang mechanically following the melody.Below was a curious and excited face, contorted, and he felt fear like never before.The dizziness made him unable to distinguish between on stage and off stage. "Tunnel warfare, hey, tunnel warfare, there are millions of magic soldiers in ambush..." endlessly dizzy.When he finally opened his eyes soberly, he saw Sima Xunxin—the respectable old lady he called his aunt standing on the stage.The scorching sun oscillated amidst the clamor, stirring up heat waves one after another.The originally peaceful smile on my aunt's face was cut to pieces by the heat wave...

As dusk fell, the people in the square dispersed.It is very quiet everywhere, and the solemn air oppresses every corner of the county, as if the night is forcing the dusk, trying to squeeze out the last ray of light.My aunt left alone the county hospital, which was as quiet as a funeral parlor, and walked through the long, silent avenue.Clusters of dull red flowers bloomed on her silk gown.It was bloodstained.Therefore, she couldn't smell the fragrance that flowers should have, but only exhaled the smell of decay and blood.As she walked, she looked down at the clusters of flowers on the silk shirt, and finally arrived at the Bell and Drum Tower in the center of Cross Street, and then went up to the top of the Bell and Drum Tower.Under the cover of the thick twilight, the bell and drum towers are surrounded by crows.My aunt pulled out the old and dark red wooden guardrail, and took a step forward.At that moment, she felt like a big bird, soaring in the silent twilight.So, with the desperate freedom of a bird, she shook off a bloody feather in the twilight, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Everything turned into that crystal jade bracelet, which suddenly fell into the yard.Luo Yang caressed its scars and broken heart.