Chapter 11 How many things, talk and listen to ghosts (thanks to Long Long for the reward)
"In this small place like mine, no one has been here for a long time, which is quite unusual."
The old man made way for Wei Yuan to come in. After closing the door, he sat on a wooden chair under the locust tree. He looked at Wei Yuan with a pair of cloudy eyes. Wei Yuan sat on the stone next to him and said with a smile: "This
No, no one has come to visit you before?"
The old man shook his head: "Everyone I knew is dead, and the descendants will gradually stop coming."
"Speaking of which, a few young people came yesterday, but they didn't come in and walked away instead."
"By the way, I almost forgot. I have to make you a bowl of tea. Look at my memory."
The old man got up again and went back to the house. He complained about something casually and made tea. Finally, he brought out two steaming cups of tea in an old porcelain cup. Wei Yuan held the tea in his palms. The old man saw that he was displeased.
Drinking tea, he just pretended to look down on an ordinary guy like himself. He raised his hand to take a sip of tea and said with a smile: "I don't know why you came to me, an old guy, to inquire about something?"
Wei Yuan said: "Ask about someone."
"who?"
"The girl who sang the best in the entire Jiangnan Province."
Clang.
The tea cup in the old man's hand knocked over and the hot tea dripped on the ground.
He looked at Wei Yuan who was sitting upright, opened his mouth and said, "...how do you know?"
Wei Yuan said: "By chance, I learned something."
It seemed that because of these words, he thought of memories. The old man's expression became a little tired. He closed his eyes and seemed to become older in an instant. After a long time, he said softly: "It doesn't matter, someone knows, I thought."
I'm going to take these things to the coffin."
"This matter has to be discussed from the last few years of the Ming Dynasty."
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Jiangnan has been prosperous since ancient times, which is a fact recognized by everyone in China.
On Jiangnan Road, there were two theaters. They thought they were rivals and had been fighting for countless years.
In the past few years, your family has been very popular. In a few years, my family will be the leader, and the fight will be lively and passionate.
That winter, it was a rare sunny day and there was no snow on the road.
Chunxiaolou’s mother brought back a little girl.
Good-looking and with a nice voice.
When he debuted on stage for the first time at the age of 16, he shocked everyone with his skills. He screamed like a broken jade phoenix from Kunshan, which overshadowed the celebrities of several theaters nearby and eclipsed them.
The little girl was called Qiniang and she became famous instantly.
Many dignitaries came to listen to her singing.
The red satin sent by the benefactor was tied up on the wooden building one by one, and it was as lively and lively as red clouds.
Originally, according to the past, Qiniang would have continued singing until she was in her twenties. At that time, she would either retire and teach newcomers, or marry a good family son and become innocent. However, things are not so good. If everything is like a storyteller,
If you are perfect, there won’t be so many thoughts in this world.
In the year when Qiniang found her sweetheart, Japanese pirates invaded the border.
The wave from the west rushed into the Ming Dynasty that had lasted five hundred years.
This dragon that occupies the east was stabbed by a dagger while taking a nap.
After that, Ming Lie Emperor Wuzong was angry and went on a personal expedition. He had written a posthumous edict to fulfill the emperor's duty to guard the country. According to the ancestral precepts of the Ming Dynasty, the king died in Sheji. The emperor went on a personal expedition, and China was naturally furious. They worked together as one, stayed in a stalemate for several years, developed rapidly, and finally settled on the bank of the East China Sea.
Defeat many coalition forces at all costs and let the world listen to the dragon's roar.
But such a thing is still to come.
That year, the Japanese pirates took advantage of the Ming Dynasty's unprepared border defenses and marched straight in. One of them actually entered the south of the Yangtze River.
They were so proud that they felt that they were about to defeat their former overlord. After entering the prosperous Jiangnan, they indulged in pleasure, asked for the best wine, the best food, the best women to accompany them, and listened to the best music. Seven
My mother is young but has strong integrity and would rather die.
But that day, more than thirty people in Chunxiao Tower knelt in front of her door, and even the mother who had brought her back begged.
She finally went to accompany the Japanese pirates.
No one died in Chunxiao Tower.
Finally, after the Ming Dynasty tigers swept away the Japanese pirates, Jiangnan returned to peace, but there were rumors and rumors. Everyone knows that forcing others to sacrifice for themselves is something that is difficult to show on their faces, so they have to discredit it.
That person, find a moral high ground for yourself.
So the news came from somewhere that Qiniang took the initiative to accompany the Japanese pirates.
Then the city was full of ups and downs.
After severe tension, there needs to be a channel to vent. The voice of reason will be drowned by such venting behavior.
Someone started throwing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves at Qiniang's door.
At first many people called her a prostitute without moral integrity.
But Qiniang is still waiting for the man who has agreed a future with her and is currently studying abroad.
Wait and wait, wait until no one listens to her singing anymore, wait until the red satin on the wooden building fades.
The man never came back.
Qiniang put on her wedding dress and threw herself into the well.
In the autumn at that time, there was a heavy white snowfall.
The faded red satin was as white as the white flags at a funeral, dancing on the wooden building.
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After telling the story, the old man poured himself another cup of tea and drank most of it.
The tea in Wei Yuan's hand was not touched at all.
"so……"
He rubbed the teacup and said, "The man failed her?"
The old man wiped the tears that had appeared in the corners of his eyes and said:
"I failed her, but I didn't fail her either."
"He joined the army, a student soldier."
"He was the main force in resisting the Japanese pirates' madness. He wrote a lot of letters to Qiniang."
Wei Yuan said: "Why doesn't he come back?"
The old man was silent for a moment and said: "...because he died. He died in battle."
"It's only three days until the pension report and those letters arrive in Jiangnan, so Qiniang won't have to die."
Wei Yuan was silent, put down his teacup, and said, "Can I read those letters?"
The old man nodded, staggered up, and walked slowly back into the house. He took out a small box from the most conspicuous place. There was a gray and white photo in it, and a stack of letters with strong handwriting. The last few letters were stained.
There are deep marks.
The old man handed the things to Wei Yuan: "Look, look, these stories must not be forgotten."
"Even if I die, someone must know about it."
"I still owe Qiniang three words, and I wanted to say sorry. I was afraid of death and couldn't speak for her..."
Wei Yuan took the box and looked at the photos of that era posted on it, which were gray and white, including a young scholar with a bright smile and a shy girl. That belonged to their past, and it was the last knot of the ghost's heart.
As long as it is burned and turned into talisman water, it will be enough to cause huge damage to the evil ghost.
And if it is burned in front of the evil ghost, it can even cause the evil ghost to have a mental breakdown on the spot.
Wei Yuan heard the voice of Qi Jiajun's military spirit, hesitantly pleading:
"grown ups……"
Wei Yuan looked at the words on the letter, which contained passionate attachment, expectations for the future, and love for the earth beneath his feet. He nodded slightly, hummed, and did not intend to burn the letter, but carefully put the box in the box.
He put it away, adjusted the piano case and sword case behind him to an angle where it was easier to take action, then looked at the old man sitting back under the tree and said:
"Can the old gentleman still move around? I want to see the Chunxiao Tower."
"Isn't this Chunxiao Tower?"
The old man looked at his hands with cloudy eyes and murmured:
"Not here."
"I also want to go there and take a last look."
"But the sun outside is too dazzling, and I can't walk with my body. I've tried many times, but I still can't get out of this yard."
Wei Yuan said: "I'll help you."
He went out for a while and found a black cloth umbrella in an old shop. He came back, opened the umbrella, and supported the old man with one hand. The old man also stood up with force, once, twice, and suddenly stood up. Wei Yuan
Jing Jing looked at the old tree behind the old man, retracted his left hand, pulled out the broken sword that held the soul of Qi's army from his waist, held it with his backhand like a dagger, and chopped through a thin branch.
The branches swayed.
Wei Yuan took back the broken sword and helped the old man move forward.
open the door.
The old man walked a few steps with the support of Wei Yuan, stood still, and said with emotion: "I haven't been able to walk out for a long time. The sun is still a bit poisonous, but it's okay. I thought I couldn't walk, but I didn't expect that I could walk like this."
Come on, it seems you have stayed in that small place for too long."
Wei Yuan held up the umbrella and looked at the sky.
It's a cloudy day today, the light gray clouds are so low that the sun can't be seen.
He turned his head slightly. Behind him, under the old locust tree and on the wooden chair, the old man had his eyes closed.
Breathing has stopped for a long time, maybe a few days, maybe a few months, maybe a few years.
Recalling what the old man said before, saying that he had not left the courtyard for a long time and that he still had the Crouching Tiger badge, Wei Yuan knew the old man's condition as soon as he entered the door, so he did not drink the cup of tea.
He looked at the old man's back.
The obsession is not extinguished, the soul is not dispersed, and it is trapped in a square inch, which is called earth binding.
But is it the earth that binds the soul, or is it the things in the heart that are unwilling to let go?
The old man walked more easily and faster.
It's like leaving behind some burden.
Wei Yuan put his left hand on his back and caressed the piano case, held an umbrella with his right hand, and stepped out.
There is a tree in the garden, which is called sleepy, and there is a ghost under the tree, which is called Sophora japonica.
Under the locust tree, a vague shadow, wearing ancient clothes with the word "Mr. Huai" embroidered on the cuffs, slightly saluted Wei Yuan.
Squeak——
The wooden door moved without any wind and slowly closed, sealing the old man's body and story in this small courtyard.
PS: Thank you Longlong for the 10,000 reward, thank you~