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Crowing cats and barking dogs chased away the night, and the sky was faintly pale. When they returned to the small building from Jinyun Mountain, the creaking old-fashioned stairs were extremely exciting. They went up and down several times to welcome and send them off before they were willing to fall asleep.

The moonlight was half covered by the curtain, and there seemed to be a spiritual chasing light, hitting on the white calf, Li Shiyi sat on the side of the bed with bent legs, looked down at Song Nineteen as he wrapped the bandage around him On the ankle wound.

The girl's fingertips are more provocative than feathers, caressing her ankles numbly, the protruding bones are the desire to be teased, and the concave dimples carry redundant tenderness.Li Shishi raised her gaze to Song Shijiu's face. She couldn't remember the last time she was taken care of.A Yin wouldn't dare to show her anger because of this small injury, and the master didn't look straight at her. Only Song Nineteen regarded her hair as big as the sky, and bit her lower lip seriously and meticulously.

It seems that it is not a girl at all who is dissatisfied with the same desires as last night.

Li Shishi felt a little hot behind her ears, but she felt wonderfully that the illusory thing of love took shape in the advance and retreat of Song Shijiu's fingertips, advancing when possessing, retreating when soothing, similar to the dance steps she had just learned All the same, clumsy yet fascinating.

During Li Shishi's decades of walking, some people were obsessed with her, some paid for her, and some even sacrificed their lives for her, but no one loved her like Song Shijiu.

Being infatuated with her can be disdainful, and sacrificing her can be repaid, but this little love often makes her at a loss.

She held Song Nineteen's hand and said softly, "Okay."

She is not a hypocritical girl, but she intentionally or unintentionally made Song Nineteen go around more, and her greed is in this extra turn, and she is not very greedy.

Song Nineteen let her hold his hand, his eyes still glued to the gauze, and suddenly said: "If I was not good in the past, please forgive me."

"What?" Li Xi pursed his lips.

Song Nineteen frowned in a rare way. She couldn't describe how anxious she was at the moment, but she didn't really want to restrain herself in front of Li Shiyi, so she let out a small breath, raised her eyes and said, "I always feel that today It has something to do with me."

She has been dreaming these few days, dreaming that Xia Ji said - Master Ninth laughed.

Master Ninth smiled and looked at Xia Ji, cruelly repaying her twice the years she had been stripped of.

What kind of person should she be?Heartless?Serious?frivolous?Still perverse.

Either way, Song Nineteen couldn't imagine it.

She is like a patient suffering from amnesia, who has no choice but to avoid, and is about to face her previous life.

Li Shishi thought for a while, but rolled a not-so-obvious smirk: "How do you make an apology?"

Song Nineteen was taken aback, and looked at her with black and white almond eyes.

There was no superfluous expression on Li Shishi's face, he just said lightly: "Ah Luo told me that when the flowers by the Yellow Spring are not blooming well, Ling Heng is often unhappy. Then the flower attendant will bring the best flower Come to plead guilty. Tell me, what will he say when he pleads guilty?"

"say what?"

Li Shishi looked up at her, his lips moved, and there were four silent words in his meaningful eyes: "You can pick and choose."

Song Shijiu's eyes widened for a moment, and his face was redder than the flowers in Li Shishi's words.

Li Shishi took her reaction into account, then snorted and smiled, shook his head and said, "The truth is, I don't know either."

She comforted Song Nineteen in a calm tone, saying: "As the saying goes: if you do something yesterday, it is like dying yesterday; if you do something today, it is like being born today."

"I am me, not Lingheng. You are nineteen, not someone else."

Song Nineteen's heart gradually settled down in her words, and he lowered his head on her knees, his long hair poured down, and swept unsteadily on his sweetheart's calf.

After staying up for a long time, no matter how sleepy I was, I couldn't fall asleep. The rustling voices of people came from downstairs, full of alcohol, A Yin and Wu Qian pressed their throats and punched each other. Each holding a flagon to drink.

A Yinji was sitting by the door with his slippers on, looking at the five coins returned by Xiaojie, and remembering Li Shiyi's instructions earlier, he suddenly became interested: "Let me ask you, your Huilong Decoction works so fast, it's the urine of a boy." no?"

Wuqian was startled, and took a long time to lift his robe and sit down. He felt that Ah Yin's voice was really loud in the dead of night, so he frowned in embarrassment, and said, "No."

"No?" Ayin was surprised, looked him up and down, "There is a story."

Wuqian shook his head: "There is no story. In the Song Dynasty, I met a girl, Xiu Niang, who was very beautiful in needlework and had a dimple on her right cheek."

He lowered his head, still inconspicuous.He said there was no story, but when he mentioned that person, his upper and lower teeth couldn't help but click out a few more words.

"What happened next?" Ah Yin was impatient, and couldn't help but add a few words.

Wuqian paused for a moment again in a timely manner, and said: "She was favored by a big family in the city. If she wanted me to marry her, I would confess my identity to her. She knew that I was a ghost messenger, and thought that if I went to hell early, I would be able to stay together forever, so I told her to marry her." He drank poison himself."

A Yin gasped, Wuqian licked his lower lip, and picked the dead skin of his left index finger with his right hand.

"She became a ghost, can't she do it?" Now that Wuqian is alone, he doesn't need to think about it to know the result, and Ayin looked at him with pity.

Wuqian shook his head in a muffled voice, and Ayin asked: "You have a friendship with Ah Luo, and Ling Heng thinks highly of you even if you come here, but it won't work if you ask to marry a brat?"

Wuqian buried his head: "Above Lord Futi, there is Lord Fujun, and above Lord Futi, there is a mansion."

Under the chaos, there are immortal gods who control the three realms of humans, ghosts, and beasts.Nuwa Fuxi is in charge of the human world, the ghost king Lingheng is in charge of the soul world, and those who restrict the functions of the human and ghost worlds are Fujian.

"It is written in the government books that human beings are born, aged, sick and died. Only when the book is exhausted can the soul return to Mount Tai. If the ghost world changes the date of death of a person without authorization and turns a person into a ghost, it is beyond the boundary."

"She was going to marry Mr. Zhao as a concubine, have three sons and a daughter, and enjoy a rich life for 36 years, but I died early because of me."

"She was sentenced by the government." Wuqian's mandible moved, "In the Infernal Prison at the bottom of Mount Tai, a stone mill was passed in 270 to grind away love, hatred, hatred, and ignorance before entering reincarnation."

Ayin's heart creaked and creaked, as if she heard the sound of a stone mill turning. The mill was wrapped around her meridians, crushing her ribs, crushing the tiny hopes in her heart to pieces.She twitched her nostrils three or two times, but she didn't come back to her senses for a moment.

"What about you?" She murmured with a dazed expression.So, what about the ghost messenger in Taishan Mansion?

"I was stripped of my face," Wu Qian said.

A Yin stared, her peach blossom eyes stretched out with fear.

"I didn't have such a face in the first place. After I was stripped of my face, I was left with an unimpressive face. Ordinary people can't remember it when they see it, and she can't recognize it when they see it." Wu Qian grinned, "You Close your eyes now, do you know whether my face is round or square, and whether my eyelids are single or double?"

It's rare for Wuqian to say so many things.Since his appearance disappeared, his sense of existence has also disappeared, and his words have become less and less, and now the words are bumpy, word by word popping into A Yin's ears, making her brain buzzing Sounds, all the clues can't be pieced together.

She moved her eyes involuntarily, put it on the slate floor, and tried to think about it, but there was no such thing as Wuqian in her mind.Horrified, she suddenly turned her head to stare at him.

It seems that he wants to remember his eyebrows unyieldingly.

Wuqian's ordinary eyebrows and eyes trembled slightly, and he smiled silently, and his smile was not as lively as others, just like a piece of lifeless bark.

Ayin's brows were twisted and furrowed in a daze, and he didn't know what to think of, and his shoulders shook slightly.

On the second day, the scorching sun hung high, but when it fell to the ground, there was no temperature left. A Yin seemed to have not recovered from the shock of last night. She called God back.

She walked forward with a sense of freshness, and the old man carrying the basket held the curved steel plate in one hand, and smashed it up with a hammer in the other. The covered sugar paper on the top reveals a large piece of milky white sugar cake.

Ayin bent down to look at the sweet-smelling lump of candy, and was hesitating when he heard a male voice beside him say: "Here's a piece."

A Ping leaned over and smiled at her, still wearing the wrinkled suit from the day before yesterday.

The old man responded beamingly. The rattle in his hand was used as a shovel, and he used a small hammer to knock off a small piece of the sesame candy. The hard candy wrapped in air bubbles was crisp, surrounded by the cold air of steel, making it even more icy cold and refreshing. people.A Yin glanced at the old man's hands that were cracked from the cold in late autumn, and said, "That's all, wrap it up."

The uncle wrapped the candy in a newspaper, folded it squarely and handed it over. After taking Aping's money, he carried the basket on his back and continued to walk around the streets.

"Do you want coffee?" Aping said.

The coffee shop is not warm, it seems to be cooler than outside. It is always like this in the south. When it is cold, there is no difference between the inside and the outside of the house. Ah Yin thinks of the hot kang in the north, and his face always burns red.

A Ping's words were as trivial as before, and he talked about a lot of knowledge upside down, as if to fill up the differences between himself and A Yin in these years. A Yin looked at his mouth and suddenly felt that these ordinary experiences were not bad. It is the outlet of his words, but it is like the entrance of another world. There are no anecdotes, no ups and downs in that world, and it only exists in the narrative that this man can't even pronounce the accent.

She has seen too many men, so she naturally understands why A Ping patiently told her all these things, and she even saw in his eyes some excitement of regaining what was lost and getting what he wanted.

But what made her dazed was that she also understood why she spent time listening to him say these boring words.

The tiredness and longing in her heart were causing trouble. She began to sort out her messy life. She has been wandering since she was six years old, and she will never know where to spend the next year. Three meals in the hospital, and even a few children around the knees.

Ayin used to love Li Shiyi who lived in nowhere, and later entangled with a very different Ah Luo, now she has a glimpse of the ordinary like a glass of warm water.

Ah Ping spoke a little hotly, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He took out his handkerchief and wiped it, then put it back, and finally asked A Yin: "What are you here for?"

A Yin looked around lazily, leaning her shoulders crookedly on the back of the sofa, and said casually: "I was going to Jinyun Mountain to find something."

"Jinyun Mountain?" Ah Ping suddenly changed his face.

"What?" A Yin squinted at him.

A Ping wiped his sweat again: "I have been to this mountain two years ago, it is very evil."

A Yin frowned, even if Li Shiyi was plotted against, how could he come down from that mountain with his powerless appearance?

A Ping said: "When I first arrived in Chongqing two years ago, I rested at the foot of Jinyun Mountain. One day I entered an old tomb in that mountain, and suddenly passed out. When I woke up, I was lying outside the cave. I hurriedly got down." I left the mountain and never went up again.”

"Old tomb?" Ah Yin repeated.

"Yes," Ah Ping nodded, recalling, "It's in the southwest of Jinyun Mountain, not far from the foot of the mountain."

A Yin bit her lip and thought for a few seconds, got up and picked up her coat and put it on, put a few silver coins in her handbag on the table, and stopped A Ping before he opened his mouth: "You can buy sugar, and I'll buy coffee."

"Thank you." She raised her brows and walked away with her heels on.

The author says:

"Four Lessons of Liaofan": All kinds of things yesterday are like death yesterday; all kinds of things today are like being born today.