Notes on travel outside the Yunfu episode

"It's been a long time. Forgot.

forget.Remember.

What I remember is not the voice but the waiting. "

I put down my pen, Xiucheng Xie put down the ink stick, and picked up my finished manuscript, which recorded the gossip I just heard.

During the reign of Chongzhen, the current situation was turbulent.

Pedestrians walked slowly in gray clothes and bamboo hats, leaning on a bamboo stick.

When I looked up, I saw the sunset at the end of the sky, and the broken clouds burst like reeds. It was so sad, so lonely, so beautiful... I forgot the time.

His heart felt desolate.

He thought, perhaps, this is the most distant celestial phenomenon.

In the evening, the wind rises, and the clouds come to overwhelm the city.

Suddenly there was a sudden wind, and the rain fell like beans.

In a panic, pedestrians looked around and saw a barren garden. They were overjoyed and walked to the door. They wanted to enter it, but they were afraid that it would be the owner, so they retreated and shouted: "Is there anyone here? I am a passerby who moved south. It happened to be heavy rain." , and it's getting late, I wonder if I can stay overnight?"

A dead silence.

He shook his head and sighed: "Hey. I was too worried. This courtyard has been abandoned for many years. How can there be people living there?"

Just as passers-by were sighing, the red door quietly opened.

Behind the door, there is a boy with hanging sleeves, his face is like a peach blossom, and his blue hair is smooth and clean.

"Ah," the passer-by was startled, staggered, but fortunately the boy helped him, and thanked him, "I'm sorry, sorry for the offense. I wonder if my little brother can let me stay overnight?"

The boy was slightly taken aback, smiled without saying a word, and led him into the room.

"I am grateful. I am grateful." Unexpectedly, the host was so enthusiastic, and the hearts of passers-by were surging.

One table, two chairs, three candlesticks, and four lights.

After burning incense, the green smoke rises into the air, which looks like a dragon, not a dragon.

"I don't know why my little brother guards this empty courtyard alone? And why is this courtyard so barren?"

The boy's bright eyes flickered, and his black eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Since you know it, why ask this slave?"

Hearing some resentment in the boy's words, the pedestrians were very confused.

"Why did you say that, little brother?"

A dead silence.

Outside, the rain hit the plantains.

The candlelight became weaker and weaker, and the slender black shadow projected on the pink and white wall became more and more blurred.

After a long time, the boy's expression was mournful, his thin lips trembled slightly, and they moved up and down.

"Since that's the case, what will you do when you come back?"

Pedestrians could not help but feel a little anxious.

"Little brother, I'm afraid you misunderstood. I'm just a passerby. It happened to be raining heavily, so I stayed overnight. I have never been to this courtyard before. How can I talk about 'returning'?"

The boy was weeping and walked away, making passers-by feel distressed and confused.

It was night, and the passerby was tossing and turning, thinking: I am afraid that he has some difficulties, and the depression in his heart makes his words and deeds strange...

It's bright and sunny.

"What? You're leaving again?!" The boy pouted and sent him outside the door with tears in his eyes.

Helpless, the pedestrian sighed, "I'm just a passer-by, why should I worry about you so much?"

The boy wiped the corners of his eyes lightly, his face full of sadness.

"In the first year of Kaiyuan, the king came out, and every year I hope that the king will not return. I welcome the king with a smile, but I don't know who I was back then..."

The passerby was startled suddenly, "What are you talking about? The year of Kaiyuan? My brother is really joking."

"If you want to go, how can I dare to stop you? Forget it, let's go." The boy covered his face and wept, mournfully.

The passerby shook his head helplessly, "Hey. If you dare to ask my younger brother's name, if I pass by this place in the future, I will definitely visit again."

The boy wiped his eyes and sobbed, "Gou Chen..."

"Gouchen...Gouchen of the earth, but that beast that looks like a unicorn and guards the house? Well, Gouchen, it's a good name," the passer-by laughed, "It will definitely become a real unicorn in the future. "

"Isn't this name just given by you?" The boy murmured with moist eyes.

"Oh, by the way, Gou Chen, remember that it is Ming Chongzhen now, don't call it Kaiyuan, there is a hundred years difference between them, you must remember the year name, or you will be laughed at when you go out and mention it later." Forget it, let's go.

"The difference is hundreds of years..."

The passers-by in the distance did not notice the panicked face of the boy behind him.

Suddenly, Gou Chen let out a heart-piercing laugh.

"So that's the case, it's not that you don't return, it's not that you are ruthless, it's just that the slave locked the years in his memory..."

A few years later, pedestrians passed by the place again, recalling the past, and decided to go to Huangyuan to repay the kindness of staying there. Unexpectedly, they found the old ruins, which were devastated and only ruins remained.

The passers-by were stunned, and asked others: "Brother, what happened in this house? Where did the boy in the house go?"

The man was confused, "Oh! The house collapsed overnight after a heavy rain three years ago! No one knows what happened.

"It's strange to say that the house has been fine for hundreds of years, why it was destroyed overnight... The house was built by a wealthy businessman in the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty. It's a pity that the merchant built the house within a few days. He died accidentally during a long trip, leaving only this new house. The relatives of the wealthy businessman saw that the house was injured and refused to move in, leaving it abandoned until now.

"Hey, this house is well-known as a haunted house in our village. It is said that the ghost of the rich man lingers. My son, the boy you are talking about is probably a goblin?"

"Nonsense! How can there be any ghost talk in this world!"

"Hey, young master, speaking of this, I just remembered," the man said leisurely, "I remember when I was naughty and broke into that house when I was a child, there was a portrait hanging in it, which probably belonged to that rich man. Don't say it, young master. You really look like the portrait!"

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, pedestrians trembled suddenly.

He slowly bent down, brushed away the pile of weeds tremblingly, the stele under the withered grass had long been dilapidated, but the three big characters "Gouchenyuan" that caught his eyes were so clear, so clear... .

"Waiting. Always remembering.

remembered.I keep forgetting.

Forget, not memory but time. "

Xiucheng took my seal and left the final payment, the crow-blue hair fell on the snow-white paper, I followed the hair and saw his gentle face.

Outside the bamboo building, countless wind chimes strung with glass beads sway gently, sparkling in the moonlight.

"Attack."

He looked at me quietly.

"Eternal Qinghua, you will see, no matter the price, I am fearless."

He was slightly taken aback, then smiled brightly and said, "As you wish."

I rolled up the white paper, dipped my thumb in the spiritual fire, burned the red jade, and dripped it into a mud seal.