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When I got back to Ah Luo's house, it was noon, and the youngest Tu brought over soft, glutinous and salty pig's knuckles, served with a few side dishes made for five cents, and a pot of aged flower carvings. Use it in the yard.The pig's feet are soaked in a deep sauce color, the skin melts in the mouth, and it is not greasy at all. The chewy tendons pull the lean meat attached to the bones, tempting people to lick the gravy in the bones.

The more delicious the food was, the more Song Nineteen suffered, and it was difficult to sip with her nose covered. In the end, it was Tu Lao Yao who came up with an idea and twisted a few pieces of paper to block her nose, and then moved her chopsticks when she went to the table.

Satisfied with wine and food, the youngest Tu burped on the rattan chair while rubbing his stomach, Wuqian cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, Ah Yin brought the remaining half cup of wine, Ah Luo carried another pot, and went to Mulan with the rest of the people. to the room.

Compared with the hustle and bustle outside, Mulan's wing was deserted. She sat on the wooden table by the window with her knees crossed. She changed the shirt in front of her and wrapped herself in an old scarlet men's robe, with a black belt tied very casually. , with a pair of blue cloth boots on her feet, and her blue hair tied high with a dark red headband.Sitting quietly on the mahogany platform in the style of the Republic of China, it seems to have stolen a whole old time.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or the loneliness on Mulan's shoulders, A Yin's nasal cavity was slightly sore, she lowered her eyes indifferently, and leaned against the door with her wine glass.

Li Shiyi and Song Nineteen looked at each other and motioned her to go forward. Song Nineteen nodded, stood behind Mulan, walked up her back, and sniffed her closely. Mulan frowned and wanted to turn around, but Song's head was caught Nineteen raised his hand to hold it down, tilted his head with deer eyes, and sniffed the skin from the back of her ears to her neck vigorously.

Mulan was pressed by Song Nineteen's hand, remembering the way she pushed her in the car, she was so nervous that her hairs stood on end.

Song Nineteen slowly closed his eyes, and a strange and coquettish female voice in the altar said, the fort of Taishan Mansion, the Yingluo of Soul Strategy, a bowl of unfinished Meng Po soup by the side of Huangquan, the carved beams of the palace, the precious Zhucui, a pair of parents in Yuzhou City who look forward to their son's return.

anything else?there is none left.

There is no hard armor, blood-stained yellow sand, the near-death experience in Qianlidu Rongguan, no hidden chest, smeared face, An Neng can tell whether I am male or female.

Song Nineteen's heart was full of turmoil, and his whirring blew away the shock. After the tea and cold wine were exhausted, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were as warm as water: "You are not Mulan."

Even though he had a premonition, Song Nineteen's conclusion still knocked down the remaining flowers on the branches, paved the brocade again, and finally ended the precarious years.

Mulan raised her head and looked at the sky outside. For more than a thousand years, the Golden Crow is still the Golden Crow, and the clouds are still the clouds, but Mulan is not Mulan, and she is no longer herself.

She smiled with relief: "Since I rebelled against the Soul Ce Army, I know that today is here."

Song Nineteen asked her, "Where's Mulan?"

She sighed: "You have seen it."

Song Nineteen frowned and heard Li Eleven say: "In the coffin? Then you are—"

"Hua Mulian." The female voice from the Northern Wei Dynasty coincided with the faint smoke when asking about the coffin.

Everyone was amazed, seeing Mulian jumping down from the table, dusting off her robe, with a lonely and meaningless expression on her face: "Go and talk to Mulan."

She paused, bowed her head and walked out.

The two cars were parked outside, and Ah Luo also appeared at the door with an umbrella. When she left the house, her face was almost transparent by the light. Even though it was covered by the umbrella cloth, she still curled her eyelashes uncomfortably.

Ayin glanced at her sideways, she smiled very gently, lowered her jaw and got into the car with Wuqian.

All the way to Gubeikou without a word, the village is still the same as it was a few days ago, even the old men basking in the sun at the gate of the courtyard are the same. It is not very strange to see them, and they take a few steps away before taking them back.

It rained in the morning, and the entrance of the cave was cool and humid. Several people went down to the tomb one by one, stepped on the creaking stagnant water, and returned to the familiar coffin.

The coffin chamber was dry, and the descendants knocked out by Li Shiyi were nailed to the ground, like iron points removed from the head of a spear.

Youngest Tu glanced left and right, took out a few newspapers from his pocket, spread them on the floor, and said to everyone: "Sit, sit."

A few months ago, he listened to the story of Taiping, and his ankle was so sore after standing all night. Since then, he has quietly prepared the newspaper, and this time it really came in handy.

He will bring fried melon seeds next time, he crossed his legs and pondered.

A Yin glanced at him, stopped the distasteful words, and sat down with her legs bent. Song Shijiu sat next to her, and Ah Luo and Wuqian stood opposite Li Shishi in the corner.

Looking at the inconspicuous coffin, Mulian said in a low voice, "Mulan and I are twin sisters of the same mother. They have the same appearance, stature, waist and foot length."

People usually call the words that have been hidden for a long time a secret. It is soaked in the bone marrow, sharing the same joys and sorrows with you, and talking to you every day. As time goes by, the voice of the words gradually decreases, and you will think that it is not very important. It wasn't until one day when it was all pulled out that I could truly hear the reverberations that move the whole body when I pull them apart.

With just one sentence, Li Shiyi and A Luo looked at each other, and understood why her birthday was exactly the same as Mulan's, and why she could cheat the world and pretend to be Mulan's fate.

Mulian didn't move, she didn't even have the intention to get close to Mulan's coffin, she just kept recalling, her voice didn't tremble a bit: "Mulan served in the army for her father for twelve years. Pick her up, young man with red flowers, and go back to the city on horseback. His Majesty is grateful for his filial piety, and he will be rewarded for not guilty. Parents weep with joy, thinking that the separation of flesh and blood has come to an end."

"In two months' time, a decree was delivered in the palace, and the majesty praised Mulan's bravery, and wanted to accept her into the palace as a nobleman." She thought of the eunuch who was all smiles that day, the old lady who knelt down to receive the decree with shaking shoulders, and The silent and pale younger sister who is fearless even in battle to kill the enemy.

The Holy Majesty didn't really like her, it was clearly because of her high martial arts, and being a daughter, she refused to use her, refused to give it up, and raised her into the palace to show her benevolence and heaven's grace.

Mulan's radiant eyes have never been so gloomy. The blood-washed eyes should be falcons, but at this moment they seem to be chicks whose wings are clipped.

Mulian said in a low voice: "Mulan is different from me. I was good at being a girl and good at cooking since I was a child, but she likes to be free by nature, runs around with horses and shoots guns, she doesn't look like a girl at all."

"Later..." There was a lump in her throat, and she paused calmly.

"Later," Li Shiyi raised his eyes, "you entered the palace for her."

In the dark and dry space, everyone's skin felt goosebumps because of this sentence, and their hairs stood up thoughtfully. Tu Lao Yao made a heavy swallowing movement, blocking his ears and eyes.

"Mulan can join the army for her father, why can't I enter the palace for her?" Mulian smiled awkwardly, "I took her badge, galloped into the imperial city, and wrote to her saying that she was wounded all over. I am reckless, I can't serve the Holy One, and I have troubled my parents. I know that a woman's virtue is good at embroidery, and she can earn wealth and glory if she doesn't keep it. I also confessed to her. In order to avoid revealing her identity and harming her family, she moved with her parents and concealed her name. ."

Her words were as pretentious as her attire, but Mulan understood that stepping into the court was like burning coals, and she traded herself for her twelve-year-delayed freedom.

Youngest Tu still doesn't quite understand the word "sacrifice", he has never sacrificed for others, but hearing Mulian's words today, he just feels a weight hanging in his heart, and he can't relax no matter what.

"Since then, fate has been exchanged, and life and death have been reversed." Ah Luo whispered in the dark.

Mu Lian nodded, and quickly explained her own future: "I was born ordinary, the Holy One really wasn't very interested, and he left me out in a few months. I came from the common people, and I don't know much about the royal family's strife, and I offended Sheng Chong. Feng Zhaoyi was given poisoned wine not long after, and died in the palace."

When the news of Mulian's death came, Mulan was settling in a farmhouse at the foot of Yanshan Mountain. When her finger was pricked by an embroidery needle, she raised her hand and squeezed it, narrowing her eyes small.

"Then, my soul returned to Mount Tai. I wanted to be reincarnated, but the lord appreciated it and asked me to enter the soul to lead the army." Mulian sighed deeply. With her birthday and death order, I am afraid that the Lord of the Fu will find out that the criminals of the Hua family have deceived the Lord, and if he wants to bring her soul back to the right track and end her life, I can only bite the bullet and lead the army."

In the second year of entering the mansion, she secretly went back to Yanshan. Mulan married a good family, and it was very beautiful.

In the third year, Mulan gave birth to a fat boy. Mulian sat on the wooden bench at the banquet holding a shiny iron gun, and stretched out her hand to hold the red eggs that Tuo Mulan handed out.

In the tenth year, Mulan brought her little daughter back from the private school, and took her little hand to pick a lotus flower on the road. Mulian, who had won the battle for the first time, followed behind with her hands behind her back.

In No.19, Mulan's second daughter got married, and Mulian finally learned the technique of entering dreams. In the sleeping village, she saw Mulan in common clothes returning to the yard of her childhood, talking to the old elm tree from the bottom of her heart.

She said that Mulian bought her life. She wanted to honor her parents, raise her children, live a life of peace and security, and live a life full of children and grandchildren.

"She said, she must never let me down." Mu Lian smiled.

She was still a slim girl, watching Mulan die and live a happy and peaceful life that belonged to her.

"I'm really not good at fighting." Mu Lian mumbled her lips, and finally said in a muffled voice.

There were soft footsteps in the tomb. Ah Luo stepped forward a few steps, but before he could speak, he heard A Yin who was sitting behind him ask, "So, where is Mulan?"

A Luo shook his head: "After the reincarnation of the soul, only the Lord's God Order can look up the classics and know the way to go. Mulian should not know the whereabouts of Mulan."

"Yes," Mu Lian looked at the old coffin sadly, "I don't know where she went, and the only thing I can find is this light coffin."

Ah Luo buried his head in thought for a while, and said: "Since there is a mistake, the soul should return to its original position. She messed up her fate, and she will not live in peace in the next few lives. It is better to find her whereabouts, and when she goes down to the underworld, you two will be taken away." It is right to exchange human life back."

"How to find it?" Ayin asked her.

"Shen Tuling is in my hands," Ah Luo glanced at her, smiled softly, and thought, "If you want to chase the soul, you must take a wisp of undissipated spirit from the bone in front of her body."

Mu Lian turned her head to look at the coffin, her brows were suppressed before she could speak.

The youngest Tu stood up with his thighs, and picked up the shovel familiarly: "Then I open the coffin?"

With Li Shishi's approval, he jumped down, with the soles of his feet against the wooden board, removed the spikes in two or three strokes, and slowly pushed the coffin away.

The wood splashed thousands of years of dust, and the rotten air from the dead body was so thick after being sealed that it rushed straight into the forehead, making the eyeballs sour. Song Shijiu was reminded by Li Shishi's eyes. He covered his nose with his cuff, but one layer of fabric was not enough, so he used Li Shishi's sleeve to cover it up again.

Everyone was waiting for the smell to dissipate, but they saw Tu Laoyou wrinkled his face and pinched his nose, and suddenly said "yeah" in surprise.

Li Shishi glanced at him, and saw him pointing to the coffin and asked Mulian, "Are you sure that this coffin is your sister, Hua Mulan, who has died?"

Everyone was suspicious, and they went up to look around, and they couldn't help but cast doubts in their eyes.

The old man Tu has learned a little bit of education, and generally knows some common sense about broken bones and ages. There is an undecayed black silk wrapped around the white bones. Although dust and dried insect eggs are scattered here and there, they are still as black as ink, and the teeth are also intact. Attached to the mouth, like neatly arranged shells.

No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be an old woman in her dying years.

"This bone...is probably a girl?" Tu Lao Yao squinted.

Mulian opened her mouth a few times, stumbled to her knees, couldn't restrain the fear in her chest, shook her head and said in a daze, "This is Mulan, this is."

She raised her head, with unbelievable madness in her eyes, but she stretched out her hand stubbornly: "Mulan, Mulan's right leg was broken once, look, there is a crack where the broken bone regenerates, isn't it? Look, Yes or no?!"

Her fingertips trembled slightly, trying to poke into the bone.

Mulan's life was watched by Mulian with her own eyes.Since they are old and buried in the ground, why do the bones retain the appearance of their youth?

This scene was really weird, Ah Luo lowered his head thoughtfully, Li Shishi let go of his pursed lips, raised his eyelids and gave Ayin a look.

"Ayin, check it out."

Ayin nodded, pulled her feet out of her high-heeled shoes, pulled the cheongsam across her thighs and tied it in a knot, and walked step by step towards the bones with her delicate legs.

The bones of the dead, the living person, the ghost body, the date of birth and death, the bone and the lamp, are there any unfinished stories?

The exquisite embroidered pattern of the cheongsam was pasted in the loess, and the white legs were also stained with dirt by the sand. Ayin moved her red lips, lifted her body from Mulan's bones, turned her eyes slightly, looked at Mulian with a hoarse voice, and said softly : "Before she died, she said—"

"Feilong, where are you?"

"Flying dragon?" The youngest Tu was suspicious.

Mu Lian fell to the ground, like a puppet with all her spiritual consciousness taken away, her throat slowly moved up and down, her eyelids were also pressed down lifelessly, and after a long while she said dully: "Flying dragon, it's her war horse."

The air was suddenly silent, like a firecracker entering the water, squeezing the unreconciled death.

Li Shi stood up all the time, raised his lips, and showed a clear wry smile.It was Mulan who died, not Mulan.

"Mulan is already dead, just like you."

Died on the day when ideals were shattered.

The author says:

This story is inspired by Franklin's famous quote "died at 25, buried at 75." Also a line "died a boy at 25, buried at 75." about ideals.