Chapter 17: The Nine-patterned Dragon Helps the Spirit and Comes Back
After the banquet was over, Shi Jin said goodbye to his three brothers and took a hundred or so men with him. Zhong Ling accompanied him and helped his father Shi Taigong's coffin down the mountain behind Shaohua Mountain and went straight to Shijiazhuang.
This is not the first time Shi Jin has walked on this journey. When he was a child, he would carry a hand full of game and go home with his friends from the farm. The only thing he worried about was his pants that were torn by branches chasing pheasants.
I was afraid that Nyonya would be angry when I went back. The most recent time was that night, also after the banquet, one person and one horse came down the mountain, anxious to explain the whole story to dad.
But today, Taigong Shi has been lying in a coffin carried by eight strong men. At this moment, there is no mother waiting for Shi Jin to return home. Looking at the Shijiazhuang from a distance, the Shijiazhuang is dotted with lights.
Is it still the belonging that Shi Jin longs for? I'm afraid... I can never go back to the past. Naturally, Shijiazhuang is still Shijiazhuang, but some things have changed.
All the warm things in my heart have gone cold. I can no longer drink with my father, and I can no longer listen to him talking about the turmoil and legends of officialdom... everything is empty, as empty as the cold night sky, just like Shi Jin
my heart at this moment.
The former home, a prosperous home, now only left an empty house. The servants who grew up playing in it all disappeared that night, one after another, they all "went", what did they say, brothers, what
No matter how angry they are, they can't stop them from leaving.
What Shi Jin didn't expect the most was that even his father had left him. How desolate the once bustling manor would be now. Shi Jin couldn't guess, and didn't dare to think about it. He just knew in his heart, and knew deep in his heart that everyone
He left, obeying this ruthless fate and leaving him alone in this cold and cruel world.
Everything now, there is only one person left in my heart. The person who condenses all the feelings and attachments for his parents. The person who is still trying his best to warm Shi Jin at this moment... Shi Jin can't bear it through the coffin lid.
He glanced at Zhong Ling. The white silk ribbon she was wearing on her head was still half-tangled on the side of her face, which was filled with tears.
Shi Jin looked at it and finally held back the tears that were about to burst out. He didn't understand that his dignified man could end up so easily. For his father, for himself, or for Zhong Ling.
Shi Jin shook his head vigorously to prevent himself from thinking about these tangled issues, and put his hand on the coffin. But through the temperature of his fingertips, he felt more than just the smooth paint surface of the coffin lid.
And that cool touch.
The cold wind in the middle of the night, as well as the sound of the flames, making a evil laugh like a demon, reminded Shi Jin of the tragedy of that night.
In the past few days, the tragic scenes of that night often visited his dreams in a bloody way. During the day, for some reason, when a person calms down, everything can evoke memories so sensitively. Regarding that
One night, Shi Jin thought too much. Every memory was an invisible torture to him. He wanted to grab a broken blade and rub it into his bleeding heart mercilessly.
Shi Jin didn't want to think about everything about that night. But he found more and more that some things could not be controlled in his mind, just like those things that he wanted to remember could not be remembered, and those that he wanted to forget could not be thrown away.
The screams that night, the running torches, the gleaming blades... Guo Er's painful and extremely distorted face when he died tragically, the hateful face of the hunchback, and daddy's bloody head that was thrown...
Shi Jin didn't want to remember anymore, so he took back the hand holding the coffin and hit his forehead violently. He wanted to stop, stop everything in his mind.
Zhong Ling was on the side of the coffin, and was startled by Shi Jin's sudden move. Seeing him beating herself like crazy, her heart suddenly felt like countless embroidery needles had been stabbed into the two of them, and every heartbeat was filled with bleeding pain.
Before the boy next to Shi Jin could react, Zhong Ling ran two steps, rushed in front of Shi Jin, and hugged Shi Jin tightly.
The brothers only reacted at this moment, stopped, and looked at the leader worriedly.
Shi Jin was afraid of hurting Zhong Ling, so he didn't dare to struggle anymore, and let Zhong Ling hold him. Shi Jin, who was buried on Zhong Ling's shoulder, felt the body temperature coming through his clothes at this moment, and his mind gradually calmed down, but the tears continued.
He couldn't stop it. Quietly, it dripped down his cheeks and wet Zhong Ling's clothes.
Zhong Ling patted Shi Jin on the back and coaxed him sadly: "Dalang, I know how sad you are, but you have to remember that even if everything ceases to exist, there is still someone waiting for you in this world.
, love you deeply.”
Zhong Ling hugged her tightly and whispered in Shi Jin's ear softly: "Dalang, I will always be with you."
When Shi Jin listened, he was so moved that he couldn't explain it, so he just nodded on Zhong Ling's shoulder.
"Dalang, now is not the time to be sad. There are still big things waiting for you to do, and there are important roads waiting for you to walk. No matter what you encounter in the future, Dalang, you have to go on strong."
After Shi Jin heard this, his heart suddenly became clear for some reason. He wiped away the remaining tears and raised his head resolutely.
In Shijiazhuang, not far away, the sentries on the archery tower saw them from a distance. At this moment, the fellow villagers in Shijiazhuang got the letter, and they all held white lanterns and caught them in front of the village. Although Shi Taigong
The bad news of the murder had already reached the village, and many relatives and friends of the clan went to Shaohua Mountain to pay their respects. But at this moment, seeing Shi Jin caressing Taigong Shi's coffin back to Shijiazhuang, everyone could not help but feel pain.
Cries are everywhere, and sorrow and joy are misty.
At this moment, Shi Sangong felt even more pain when he saw him. He staggered forward, ran over, knelt down in front of Shi Taigong's coffin, and cried loudly: "My old brother... you are... back... home...
We're home..." For a moment, Shi Sangong choked with grief. He started to have trouble breathing and coughed violently. He curled up slightly and looked very miserable from behind.
"San Gong, San Gong..." Shi Jin quickly helped Shi San Gong up and patted him on the back to comfort him. However, Shi San Gong felt as if his bones had been removed, his whole body was limp, and he just kept crying for his brother.
Seeing that Shi Jin couldn't persuade him, Zhong Ling hurriedly came over and held Shi Sangong's arm to comfort him.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in coarse clothes stepped out of the crowd. He had obviously been in pain for a long time. He hurriedly called Zhong Ling in a hoarse voice: "Ling'er, Ling'er!" He said, taking three steps in two steps at a time.
Stepping forward, he grabbed Zhong Ling and walked into the crowd.