The Story of a Fox Protecting His Wife

In 2013, August 8st, the 21th day of the seventh lunar month, is the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Zhou Qingqing felt that the worst thing she did this year was to bring her little nephew to the museum to see some jade artifacts from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties on this day.There is no shame in saying it. As a well-educated young woman in the 21st century, she is still terrified of such ghosts and ghosts.

The lights in the museum are dim, and the air conditioner is turned on as if staying in a freezer. This kind of environment makes people think a little bit like the wonderful story of the world that I saw last night, or the scary one. It's really not good, it's not good. up.

After a short walk, what if the bronze vessel comes to life and sucks her into the primitive society, okay?

But obviously, the little boy next to her didn't think so.The seven or eight-year-old nephew is at the stage when his curiosity is bursting, his mobility is bursting, but his restraint is negative. At this stage, the whole world is a sea of ​​stars waiting for them to conquer. He doesn't care that his aunt is about to be frozen to death by the air conditioner. Or scared to death by his own brain freeze, still holding her hand and chattering while walking.

"Auntie, this little deer is so pretty, go out and buy me one." The little doll said at the tenth exhibit.

Zhou Qingqing nodded. Her memory is very good. When she came in, she saw that there seemed to be a small imitation jade pendant for 50 yuan.

"Auntie, I want this too, and I want to sail the boat when I grow up!" The No.30 No. [-] exhibit, the little doll continued to talk, but this time she started gesturing with her hands.

"Buy, buy, buy, Auntie will definitely buy you whatever you want!" This tone was completely like coaxing a girlfriend.Well, in fact, sometimes helping your brother to coax your sister-in-law is just coaxing your girlfriend?The old one?

The little baby kissed Zhou Qingqing on the cheek, cheered loudly, then ran to a showcase and stopped. "Huh?" He looked at the exhibit and stood there motionless, as if he had lost his soul.

Zhou Qingqing was so frightened that she hurriedly followed. "What's the matter?" She asked the little baby while wiping his sweat.

The little baby pointed to a jade carving in the showcase, then looked at Zhou Qingqing curiously, and replied, "Auntie, look, this person is carved just like you!"

Zhou Qingqing followed him to look at it, and then, he was stunned.

The jade carving of more than 3000 years has the same face as her? !Even if we don't discuss how the ancient humans who should be called "apes" at this time grew the same facial bones as modern humans, we should discuss why this jade is so different from the worn-out ones around it!Was this jade carving with such luster and faint white light really unearthed together with that batch of bronze wares?

This unscientific.

"The wind and rain are like darkness, and the rooster crows endlessly. Seeing a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? Qingqing...Qingqing...is that you?" For some reason, the moment Zhou Qingqing looked at Yuqi, everything around her seemed to freeze down.

Then, the vision was blurred.After the darkness, there is a new world.

All she can hear is this poem, no, or a song, and the gentle sound of the wind.The Weishui River is the boundary, and she sees herself in a wide and quiet space. The misty mist, the handsome mountains and the wide lake all make her feel like a fairyland on earth.And across the river, there is a Guqin played by a woman in white, playing the song "Book of Songs Wind and Rain".

"Qingqing...Qingqing..." The woman's voice was as cold as ice, but full of affection.Zhou Qingqing didn't know if the Qingqing in her mouth was herself, but she vaguely felt that the voice was very familiar.

What made her even more strange was why there was some slight pain in her heart?It's like, have you met in the past and this life?

This is even more unscientific, Zhou Qingqing's behavior pattern has always been simple and direct, she can't do things that are closely related, okay?Even if she owes the money and doesn't pay it back, she just breaks off the relationship and doesn't care about it, okay?

"Who are you?" She saw herself walking forward, and she also heard her hesitant voice.What surprised her even more was that she saw the expression on her face, such a forbearing but heartbroken Juliet who had just been torn apart by her parents.

But seeing that fairy-like woman smiled at her, the zither sounded again.

"The wind and rain are desolate, the cock crows and the cock crows, and I see a gentleman. The cloud is not easy? The wind and rain are swaying, and the cock crows. I see the gentleman, and the cloud is not calm? Qingqing...I... miss you so much..." He Fangcai The sound of the piano is different with a little desolation, this time, there is an unconcealable joy in the sound of the piano.Even people who have never studied rhythm will know what this jumping for joy represents.

"Qingqing...Qingqing..." The woman finally stopped playing the piano, got up, and walked towards her.In his eyes, there was a tenderness deeper than the pool of water in front of him.

Her appearance is so cold, but her eyes are so affectionate.The cold face and warm eyes are in extreme contrast, but they blend together perfectly, so pitiful that it breaks your heart.

At this moment, Zhou Qingqing felt that he had split into two people.A person keeps complaining in his heart who are you, where is this, what is going on with all this?The other person walked towards the strange woman step by step, just wanting to give her a hug.

Thousands of mountains and rivers seemed to be just to hold that person in his arms.

hiss--

Headache, severe headache, made her covered in cold sweat all at once, and almost vomited it out.

Everything in front of my eyes also disappeared in an instant. Those fairylands, green lakes, and fairy-like women all seemed to have never happened.She was still in the museum, but she had already fallen to the ground, breaking out in a cold sweat in the full air-conditioning.

Beside her, the little nephew was really scared to cry by her this time.Well, he should believe what his mother said—your aunt is afraid of ghosts, so don't take her to dark places today.

"Auntie, auntie, what's wrong with you? Is Xiaobao quarreling with you? Then Xiaobao doesn't want auntie to buy a boat. Can Xiaobao take auntie back?" The little baby cried, non-stop Shaking Zhou Qingqing's hand.

Zhou Qingqing finally calmed down after taking a few deep breaths, touched the little baby's head, and replied wearily: "It's okay, don't worry, auntie is too cold and uncomfortable, let's go out! Can Auntie buy you ice cream?"

The little baby touched Zhou Qingqing's forehead like an adult, although he didn't know what it meant, and simply repeated the actions of his parents.

Zhou Qingqing burst into a "puchi" laugh, flicked the head of the little nephew who was a kid, and then led her out.But for some reason, she could feel that the jade carving was still looking at her even when she was outside in the sun.

No. 77, titled "Lady".

"Qingqing...Qingqing..." She could still hear the fairy's voice calling her.

Who are you?why did you call meWhat happened between us? ——She could also hear the doubts in her heart. What made her even more depressed was that she should go to Ding Yan to talk about mental stress and other issues at this time. Why does it seem that she wants to know the story just now? What kind of development?

It's unscientific. In this kind of day, everything that happens is unscientific.

***

Two hours later, downtown, kfc.

After Ding Yan heard everything that happened, she looked at Zhou Qingqing with contempt, and then calmly took out a timer from her bag: "Sister, let me give you a half discount!" How did a well-known psychiatrist end up trying to comfort his best friend in disguise? There are no ghosts in this world?

Zhou Qingqing patted Ding Yan's hand angrily, and replied, "Don't come to my house to eat cakes next time!" Hmph, I don't believe that this person is really willing to part with the red velvet she is good at.

Ding Yan giggled, and took the timer back slowly, but there was a little contempt in her eyes: "If you don't eat, you don't eat, then I'm leaving now, hum!"

"Don't, don't, don't..." Zhou Qingqing held his best friend's hand very spinelessly, with a sad look in her eyes.

Ding Yan looked at her helplessly: "Sister, I told you a long time ago, if you are timid, don't accept the kind of script that writes about gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts. Although your behavior pattern is simple and straightforward, you are a soft girl. Do soft girls know? It’s the kind of imaginative, delicate, timid, and occasionally coquettish, this kind of character, plus the deadline is right in front of you, which leads to too much pressure, let go It’s normal for you to have hallucinations!” At this point, Ding Yan paused and began to complain: “Actually, I really don’t know how can you be afraid of ghosts with your reincarnated vixen face? I have the face of a goblin myself. If you look in the mirror more, you won't be afraid of anything, okay..."

Hearing this kind of complaints too much, Zhou Qingqing didn't even have the thought of saying "You're a vixen", but lied weakly on the table, and said lazily, "It's better to go to a place like KFC, where there are so many people and the lights are bright." You are not afraid of how to write. You don’t understand Yanyan. When you are poor, it’s good to have a notebook to write in. You don’t even have to think about it.” After humming, he looked up and said to Ding Yan: “But this The hallucination is so real, so real, more real than all the dreams I had before..."

Ding Yan took out a notebook from her bag, turned to a page, and threw it to her: "Read it by yourself, my mouth is dry."

Zhou Qingqing took it softly and then read it softly: "Neurasthenia (ia) is one of the diagnoses of neurosis in China. Due to long-term tension and pressure, the phenomenon of mental excitement and mental fatigue often occurs. There are emotional troubles, irritability, sleep disorders, muscle tension pain, delusions, etc., but no organic disease exists, which is a project that can make money in the long run.”

Ding Yan nodded while listening, and her eyes said, "That's right, just hand in the manuscript, it's the same as before."

"Go!" Zhou Qingqing angrily threw the notebook back to her, and then continued to lie on the table and pretend to be dead.

Outside, it is the most beautiful time of midsummer night.

The neon lights of the shopping mall are flashing, and the starry sky is full of milky way.After receiving it, people either go shopping or go out for a walk after a day's work.However, basically no one picks up paper money anymore.

Thousands of years later, it seems that people have forgotten this ancient festival.It seems that very few people offer sacrifices to their ancestors at this time, and burn some paper money to the lonely soul without a master.As Ding Yan, who studied psychology, has always believed, almost all ghosts can be attributed to the four words of too much pressure.

However, is this world really what you see with the human eye?