The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.

Facing the fiery red sunset, anyone can't help but stop and sigh for the past.

On the back of a hillside, a man sat cross-legged on the ground. Next to him, there was a large wine pot. Every few minutes, he would lift the wine pot and pour it into his mouth.

Opposite him, there is a tombstone. The so-called tombstone is just a large polished stone slab. There is no text or symbol engraved on the stone slab. If it weren't for a slight bulge behind the tombstone,

, the mound that has been weeded, probably everyone will mistake it for an ordinary stone slab.

Next to the tombstone, there is also a large identical wine jug. In the wine jug, there is exactly the same fine wine.

The man put down the jug and wiped the wine stain at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something was wrong. He reached out and touched a long-handled sickle that was placed on the ground along with the jug, and said lightly: "Come out.

.”

In a bush not far behind, Xie Feng walked out from behind a big tree.

The man continued calmly: "There are no towns or villages nearby, nor is it a necessary route between any towns and villages."

Xie Feng nodded and said: "That's right." After saying that, he realized that the man with his back to him couldn't see his nodding movement, and slightly stuck out his tongue in a self-deprecating manner.

The man continued: "Do you want to explain that you got lost and ended up here, or did you appear here for some special reason?"

Xie Feng said: "No."

"Oh?" the man said, "So, are you here to find me?"

Xie Feng said: "Yes... at least, it can be considered."

The man said: "But I don't know you... Oh, no, I have an impression of your voice... But it seems to be a quite distant impression."

Xie Feng smiled and said, "Why don't you just turn around and see what I look like?"

The man shook his head and said: "A person's appearance cannot be considered real. With the passage of time, or a less exciting makeup technique, a person's face can be changed to a great extent. However, only the voice cannot be changed.

.Even as time goes by, people's voices become deeper to a certain extent, become vicissitudes of life, or they may have suffered injuries that affect their voice, or they may deliberately change their voice. But every voice of each person has its own unique characteristics.

There is a special imprint in it that cannot be changed or erased. And I seem to be better at this and can accurately judge everyone's voice."

Xie Feng smiled again and said: "It seems that your memory is not bad. You can recognize that my voice comes from a memory that is not recent of yours."

"No." The man said, "I just remember the voices of people I am familiar with who have spoken to me."

Xie Feng said: "But we are not very familiar with each other."

The man said: "Then it means you are someone worthy of my attention... Oh, thank you for your reminder. I think I can almost guess who you are."

Xie Feng smiled slightly and had no intention of disturbing the man's thinking.

After a long time, the man said: "Although it's a bit incredible, I think you should be Xie Feng."

Xie Feng did not answer directly, but took a few steps forward and approached the man.

Seeing the man's hand holding the scythe gradually tightening, Xie Feng smiled and said: "Since you think I am Xie Feng, you should know that I have no motive to hurt you, right? I don't remember anything that happened between us.

What a contradiction."

The man smiled and said, "A person who was rumored to be dead suddenly appears. Anyone would be a little nervous." After saying that, he released his hand holding the scythe and picked up the wine bottle again.

He took a hard gulp down his throat.

Seeing the man's bold drinking style, Xie Feng couldn't help but laugh: "You don't call it drinking, it calls swallowing wine. I don't think you can taste the aroma of wine by drinking like this... It's good to waste a pot.

Wine."

The man wiped the wine stain at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve again and said: "As long as something goes into the stomach, it is not a waste."

Xie Feng sat down not far from the man, glanced at the man, and said, "You don't seem to have anything to ask me."

The man said: "What should I ask you?"

Xie Feng scratched his head and said, "For example, why am I still alive?"

The man smiled and said: "Do you still need a reason to live? I always think that dead people need reasons - why did you die? It's a pity that dead people can't speak and can't answer me."

Xie Feng said: "Although you don't need a reason to live, everyone needs a reason to live."

"Oh?" the man said, "What's the difference?"

Xie Feng said: "'There is no need for a reason to live.' As you understand yourself, there is no need to explain if a person has not died. People live as they are born, and a person may die for many unnecessary reasons, but if he does not

There is no need for a reason to die. And to 'need a reason to live' is to think about what you are living for? If I am the father of a baby, then my children are the reason for me to live, and I must continue to strive for them.

They are the best. And if I were a very superficial pervert, then women would be my reason for living, and I would keep finding ways to sleep with different women."

The man laughed again and said, "Although I don't quite understand it, I still think it's quite interesting."

Xie Feng was a little embarrassed and said: "This is no joke... This is a very serious philosophical issue..."

The man smiled and picked up the wine bottle again.

"That's right." Xie Feng said, "Although you don't have anything to ask me, I have something to ask you."

The man took another sip of wine and said, "Ask."

Xie Feng carefully stared at the man and said: "Don't be angry if I ask you...although I am also very embarrassed..."

"Ask." The man put down the wine bottle and said no more nonsense.

Xie Feng stared at the man carefully again and asked: "What... is your name?"

man:"……"

Xie Feng murmured: "If this question is too difficult to answer, you can also PASS..."

"Tan Zuo." The man said, "Prince Vidim's personal bodyguard, Tan Zuo..."

"Aha!" Xie Feng said with a smile: "Let me tell you, I remember your name is very strange, but I just can't remember what it is specifically. It turns out to be Tan Zuo."

Tan Zuo: "..."

Xie Feng also suddenly realized that it was rude to make fun of other people's names, so he immediately changed the subject and said: "This tomb... is Vidim's?"

Tan Zuo nodded.

Xie Feng thought for a while and said: "But I remember that Vidim was buried in Kudan City..."

Tan Zuo said: "What is in this tomb is just a few old clothes of Prince Vidim."

"Oh, the tomb of clothes." Xie Feng said: "But... why do you do this?"

Tan Zuo said: "I think this is the place where Prince Vidim should be buried. But I don't have the right to decide where His Highness is buried, so I have to find another tomb myself."

Xie Feng smiled and said: "Your Highness, he must be very busy, running back and forth between two graves."

Tan Zuo also smiled and said: "Probably, but I think his soul should choose to rest here."

Xie Feng asked: "Is there anything special about this place?"

Tan Zuo said: "This is Vidim's home."

"Home?" Xie Feng said, "You mean here?"

Tan Zuo said: "Yes, the place where this tomb is is Vidim's bed, and the place where I sit is my bed."

"Oh, you mean the place where Vidim lived during his incognito period, right?" Xie Feng asked with a smile: "Then what was the place where I am sitting now? The living room? Or the dining table?"

Tan Zuo glanced at Xie Feng, and then replied: "The entrance to the toilet."

"..." Xie Feng felt depressed for a while, and then moved his body to the side a few times.

Tan Zuo glanced at Xie Feng again and said, "You have fallen directly into the cesspit now."

"..."

Xie Feng simply stood up and walked a few steps, then sat down again and said, "Is everything okay here? Don't tell me that I can just sit on your big stove for cooking now."

Tan Zuo shook his head and smiled, saying: "Now that everything is in the past, and there is no trace left, why do you still care about this?"

Xie Feng asked: "By the way, why is the house missing? There seems to be no demolition team in this era, right?"

Tan Zuo raised the jug again, drank the last bit of wine left in the jug, and said: "Burned. Burned by His Highness himself. After he made up his mind to restore the country, he burned this house with a fire.

To warn myself that there is no way out. Since you have to make up your mind to do it, don’t take any chances and hope to come back and live a free and comfortable life."

"Wait a minute." Xie Feng asked, "Do you two live together in this home?"

Tan Zuo said: "Yes. Since he came to this home, we have lived together. At that time, my father also lived together."

Xie Feng thought for a while and asked: "What kind of relationship is Vidim and you really having? Were you the ones who adopted him in the first place?"

Tan Zuo said: "That's not entirely true. This is not an adoption." As he said that, Tan Zuo subconsciously raised the wine bottle. When he found that the wine bottle was empty, he threw it away. Then he stretched out his hand and lifted the tombstone.

The wine bottle next to him was brought over and he took another swig.

Xie Feng laughed and said, "Are you going to drink Vidim's share too?"

Tan Zuo said nonchalantly: "Anyway, it's a waste and a waste to put it here. As I said just now, as long as it goes into the stomach, it's not a waste."

Xie Feng blinked and said, "It seems like you don't believe that Vidim's soul can enjoy this jug of wine? Then why do you still come to worship?"

Tan Zuodao: "The so-called worship is just a way of paying homage. As for whether there are real ghosts, that's not important."

Xie Feng said: "I like your idea very much."
To be continued...