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There was a vague whimpering sound in the tomb, but it was unknown whether it was the wind coming or the clouds dispersed.The kerosene lamp has never said a word, but the reflection on the glass is extremely clear and cruel, clearly reminding everyone that the glory has passed away for more than [-] years.

"Alas." It was the first time for Tu Laoyou to sigh like this, and the elders squatted on the ground and sighed.

Ah Yin was leaning against the wall like Li Shishi just now, with her head down, not knowing what she was thinking, and after a while she raised the corner of her mouth with a half-smile, mocking and lonely.

Li Shishi choked her throat, feeling faintly sore and uncomfortable, but she just put away the burnt pipe in silence.

When meeting is worse than seeing each other, remembering is not necessarily better than forgetting.

Yueniang looked at Awan's coffin like a soulless candle. The saddest thing was that she had lied to herself for so long, but she couldn't remember anything. The secret love between her and Awan would eventually be exposed by others.

That proud girl of heaven, dressed in a Hu suit, gritted her teeth and swallowed blood, crawled to the ground, stretched out her hand to draw bloodstains, and what she wanted to catch was the remorse and guilt that she refused to face after losing her loved one forever.

With just one step, she can put the unknown true and false life-returning incense under A-wan's nose, and with the hope of A-wan's resurrection, she can close her eyes and sleep for a long time.

She also has an unspoken selfishness, she wants Awan to wake up, hug her cold and stiff body, and cry like she did back then.

Between her and A Wan, only when Huang Quan was separated, would she be willing to cry in front of each other.

But how far is she from that step?

When she was 14 years old, on the Lantern Festival, when the lanterns in Chang'an City were first lit, she and A Wan changed into men's clothes and went out to play in the palace.

At the age of 16, Princess Taiping, the emperor's palm bead, married Xue Shao, the son of Chengyang. At the corner, Awan's figure is hidden under the lush willow trees.

Thirty years later, she gradually forgot the story of Cai Rentong and the princess, and her power was engraved into her arrogant bones. She only took care of her young children in the corridor, and occasionally saw Zhao Rong who was passing by with a book, frowning and asking about politics.

She faced her with a sword, her red eyes radiated, but she also slept with the quilt and asked Shanyue if she knew what was going on in her daughter's heart.

It's just that people are always good at forgetting, and they forget everything before they turn into ghosts.

Awan is always smarter than her, so she went to Huangquan early, had a bowl of Mengpo soup, and said goodbye to Yueniang with a smile.

A low sobbing sound came from the corner, twitching, extremely restrained, and extremely weak. Li Shixi raised his eyes and saw Song Nineteen biting his lower lip, his jaw and collarbone twitching slightly, Warm teardrops fell to the ground patter.

Li Shiyi glanced at A Yin, and A Yin understandingly pressed Song Nineteen's head on his shoulder, covered her eyes, and patted her head lightly.

Li Shishi raised his hand to his nose, glanced at the burnt kerosene lamp, stood up and swept the dust off his clothes, and said softly, "Let's go."

Tu Lao Yao stood up uninterestedly, shook her numb hamstrings, and leaned over to pick up the lamp.

But Yueniang looked at the scattered dust on the ground, shook her head and said, "Leave me here."

Everyone was stunned, and then heard her say: "After searching for so many years, I am very tired, and I don't want to go anymore."

She raised her head and nodded to Li Shishi: "Seal the tomb, thank you."

The corners of Li Shishi's mouth moved slightly, but he didn't answer in the end. His upper and lower eyelashes intertwined for a moment, and he nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Walking to the entrance of the tomb, Li Shishi turned his head sideways and said slowly with his lips, "Ah Chun."

Coming out of the tomb, the moon has faded and the sun has risen. The air in the early morning is the thinnest and the most offensive. Just one breath, it goes straight to the center of the human brain, so cold that the youngest tears and snot all at once. stream.

He stopped to blow his nose, and rubbed his dry palms again. Ayin was slightly in front of him, wrapped in a soft and luxurious robe, sleepy.

Li Shixi walked alone for a while, stopped, and looked back at Song Shijiu who was half a step behind her. She didn't cry anymore, but curled her tender fingers, and wiped her tears silently with her head down. , his hands were stained with ashes in the tomb, and there were dark streaks and thin streaks around his eyes. Afraid that her eyes would hurt, Li Shiyi raised his wrist and took her hand off, asking her, "Why are you crying?"

Song Nineteen opened her wet almond eyes, her swollen eyelids were turned up, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes. Her mouth was bitten red and bright. Very uncomfortable."

She suppressed her crying very obediently, but it was this grievance that made her tone and expression look like an abandoned cub, very pitiful.

"What's the pain?" Li Shiyi tilted his head, looked down into her eyes seriously, and his voice seemed to soften a little.

Song Nineteen bit his lips and thought for a while, then looked at her with teary eyes: "You are also uncomfortable."

"Me?" Li Shishi was surprised.

"I know." Song Nineteen lowered his head and muttered, stretched out his finger and poked Li Shishi's chest, "You are so soft and warm here, why don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Li Shishi was a little amused, but stopped talking, just picked up his steps and walked forward, Song Shijiu followed, his eyes were blurred with tears, his brain hurt from crying, he couldn't see the way clearly, so he leaned his arm over Rubbing against her, let her hold the road.

After walking two more steps, Song Nineteen suddenly said, "What's the meaning of Yueniang's friendship with Awan?"

Li Shishi didn't answer, and heard her ask: "Am I the same as you?"

Li Shishi said: "I have only known you for about ten days, where did the friendship come from?"

Song Nineteen was tongue-tied, only ten days?But she always felt that many years had passed.

She thought for a while, then asked again: "Then you and A Yin, right?"

Li Shixi paused, then shook his head: "No."

"That……"

"Don't ask Mrs. Tu."

Song Nineteen hesitated to say "Oh", and wiped the remaining tears on the back of his hand. After crying for a long time, he seemed to be exhausted. At this moment, he shivered shiveringly and sucked his nose twice.

Li Shiyi glanced at her sobbing appearance, and suddenly said: "Now I feel that eighteen or nineteen years old is fine."

"How to say?" Song Nineteen's mind was still a little blunt, but his ears were perked up one step at a time.

Li Shishi said: "I can spit out snot bubbles."

Song Nineteen quickly raised his hand to cover the tip of his nose, covered his face and wailed.

In the morning light, Li Shiyi smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth bent, looking through the tears, it was blurry and clear as if caged in glass.

The youngest Tu looked at the two people in front, and sighed with a smile: "You two have such a good relationship."

Girls?A Yin paused, looking at him with a complicated expression.

The city of Xi'an ushered in a brand-new dawn, illuminating the ancient city walls with brilliance, but Li Shiyi and others did not appreciate the blessing of the rising sun. They ate a pot of mutton at the street, and then went back to the house to catch up on sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.Lian's mother, who was in charge of the house, asked Li Shishi when Miss Ah Chun would come back, and said that she had made her favorite topping noodles. She had been working in the house for seven or eight years, and Miss Ah Chun was always on the go. eating her bowl of noodles.This time in a hurry, I haven't eaten yet.

Li Shishi said: "She said, she won't leave."

"It's fine if you don't leave." Lian Ma replied with a smile twice, looked up to see that it was raining, and hurriedly waited for her at the gate with an umbrella.

Song Nineteen leaned against the door, looking at the rain disgruntled.

Li Shishi held up an umbrella and came up to her. A Yin and Tu Lao who came with him said, "Go out and have a stroll. The antique market in this city is very good. I want to go and have a look."

This time is the ghost market that is too early to get up early, but fortunately, the market at the south courtyard gate of Gulou Street is still open.The drizzle covered the gray walls and black tiles, and the flags of the signboard shops on both sides were wet and wrapped in one place without energy. There were not many people shopping in the antique market, and because of the rainy weather, half the street The store door was half open and half closed, and the shopkeeper was dozing behind the counter in his jacket.Occasionally, I heard one or two sharp arguments, as if debating whether the ancient object came from the middle Tang Dynasty or the late Tang Dynasty.

The bluestone slab was washed very clean by the raindrops, and it was cool to step on it. Li Shishi wandered around a few shops at random, but he saw a few good ones. He asked in detail where it came from. As usual, he didn't talk too much. But in a few or two sentences, I can finally get to the bottom of it.

She just looked at it, and didn't intend to pay for it. Some shopkeepers looked down on her attire, thought she was only asking if she wanted to buy it, and coaxed her out with a few words, but she was not annoyed. go forward.

Song Nineteen hid under her umbrella and asked her, "You're going to fight, and you're going to do this too, right?"

She said: "Yes."

"But I see that you don't look very much like the one who went to the grave, and you did some black and white impermanence." Song Nineteen did not think much before exporting the four words "black and white impermanence" in the book, and felt that the description was very subtle.

Li Shishi said: "It's all for eating."

Song Nineteen didn't believe it: "Where are you in need of food?"

"Lack." Li Shishi glanced at her, then turned around again: "One is not enough."

Song Nineteen turned her head around two or three times before realizing that she hated her own roujiamo and ate several times. Feeling a little embarrassed for a while, she narrowed her eyes with long eyelashes, cleared her throat and looked down at the toes of her shoes.

A rickshaw was parked on the side of the road. The driver grabbed a sweat towel to wipe the rain on his face. The person inside stretched out his hand and gave a few copper coins. The lady let it out.

The girl was about twenty years old, of medium build, thin and frail, her face was covered by a black cloak to keep out the rain, and she couldn't see clearly. Inside the cloak was an outdated green-trimmed long jacket, the style of Han girls in the late Qing Dynasty. It was a bit nondescript, but fortunately the rain was so heavy that no one paid much attention, so she held up an umbrella and walked forward.

Li Shishi was talking to Song Shijiu, and passed her by, and the faint cold air hit her outer shoulder, which made Li Shixi frowned.

The girl walked a few steps, suddenly her heart skipped a beat, she held on to her umbrella and stopped, looking back thoughtfully: "Ah Heng?"

The alleyway is winding, the rain is dripping, and the silence seems to be an illusion.

Half an hour later, the sky cleared up, and the lantern sellers at the street finally came out of their stalls. They couldn't wait to light up a few lanterns, set up bamboo poles and hung them at the end of the alley. Song Nineteen looked up and showed his face, A Yin also liked it very much, and was reluctant to put down the rabbit lamps while playing with them. The youngest Tu also looked up, his eyes followed the bamboo strips in the store's hands, thinking about going home to make them for him. The mother-in-law likes it.

Opposite the lantern is a tea seller's house, and the fragrance of tea is passed over.Li Shishi pursed his lips and entered, and saw that the store was empty, except for a seven or eight-year-old girl standing on a low stool, seemingly holding a scale that was longer than her arms, not daring to come out and learn to weigh.

The girl has long narrow eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows. She was born upright and restrained.Li Shishi stepped forward and asked her, "What kind of tea do you have in this shop?"

"There are a lot of tea in my store, which one do you usually like? Black tea? Green tea?" The girl put down the scale.

Li Shishi said: "Which one do you usually like?"

"Taiping Monkey King." The girl said without thinking.

Li Shishi looked at her and blinked, then suddenly asked, "Is it Taiping, or Houkui?"

The girl didn't know why, and was about to speak, when the woman inside called her loudly: "Awan!"

She jumped off the low stool and hurried back.

"Ai."