lonely soul

The waning moon hangs high, the vegetation withers, and the wind sweeps across the fields.

He drifted faintly with the wind, not knowing where it started or where it would end.

He does not touch the ground, he only knows that he is a wandering soul, a lonely soul without an owner, there is no shortage of him in the world, and when the opportunity comes, he may meet a guide, go to the underworld, and have an afterlife.

And this opportunity, maybe a day, maybe a thousand years...

He also imagined that at a certain moment, when the envoy came to extradite him, he would appear in front of him in a black robe, holding an iron chain in his hand, with no expression on his ice sculpture-like face.

But will he go with him?

It should be, after all, this is the greatest expectation of all lonely souls, but there seems to be a thread hanging in his heart, a thread that doesn't know where the other end is tied. There is no reason, whether to stay or go, perhaps only when the guide actually appears in front of him can there be a conclusion.

A gust of whirlwind swept him under a dead old tree like a dead leaf.

On the bare tree branch, a pair of fluorescent and deep eyes stared at him.A black shadow suddenly landed on the ground, and he took a closer look to see if it was a black cat or a black kitten. The characteristics of the lonely soul made him see clearly even in the dark and windy weather, but the black kitten had a black kitten in its mouth. The string of candied haws, which was longer than its body, looked up at itself, and slowly approached until it stopped at his feet.

He lowered his head blankly, one person and one beast were in a stalemate for a while, he didn't need to eat, and he couldn't grasp anything.Maybe because he saw the little black cat was persistent, he knelt down slowly, and out of nowhere, he stretched out his hand. The moment he was holding the candied gourd bamboo stick, a shrill cat cry pierced the sky, and the little milk cat opened its mouth more and more. It was getting bigger and bigger, as if an endless abyss was about to engulf him in an instant, he subconsciously closed his eyes and raised his hand...

The wind rustled in my ears, the dead leaves were carried by the wind, and the bluestone slabs were stirred, and the wind was full of desolation.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was flat bluestone slabs, an endless avenue submerged in the endless darkness ahead, and shops on the left and right, which had already closed, only a dim light in the distance, and the candied haws were still in his hand.

When I got up in a daze, I realized that I was at the head of a bridge named "San'an" - Chang'an, Tai'an, Jiu'an.

A line of ginkgo trees beside the bridge, the golden leaves are caught by the cold wind, dancing with the wind to express its last attachment to the world in this life.

A strange feeling was angry from the bottom of his heart, and the thread hanging in his heart seemed to be waving uneasy. He didn't notice the pair of eyes staring at him on the tall ginkgo tree above his head, and the flashing lights on the San'an Bridge. The figures of two children lured him onto the bridge.

The stone railing on the bridge was carved with lotus flowers, which were already raw to the touch. Looking at the candied haws in his hand, he slowly raised his hand. This long-lost cold touch was as real as alive.

"Don't be afraid, I'll hold you." The childish voice echoed in my ears.

He seemed to see the two children who had just passed by, walking towards each other, about five or six years old, and a white figure standing behind them.

A child was shorter, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, with straw in his head, and delicate features. He let the child who was a head taller than him lead him forward step by step.

The older child stopped, turned around and pulled the straw off the younger child's head with his hands, then wiped the tears off his face with his hands and said patiently: "Don't cry, my mother will be your mother from now on!"

The little child looked up at the older child with Yingying eyes, two lines of tears rolled down, he pursed his lips, and finally nodded obediently.

I don't know how many years he didn't speak, he opened his mouth awkwardly: "You guys, good..."

The older child smiled and led the younger child, passed through his body, ran towards the endless darkness behind him, and disappeared in an instant.

Turning his head to look at the white figure, it was vague, and it seemed to be a slender woman in the moment it dissipated.

He brushed over every blooming stone lotus on the bridge, and San'an Bridge was always empty.

I got off the bridge lonely and walked through the deserted streets. It was already past three o'clock. Except for the two lights in the distance, there was still a light on beside the road. It was a shop selling eggs. It is a big Li character.

He felt it was very familiar, so he floated in. The room was brightly lit, and eggs were neatly stacked on the shelves on both sides. The "cluck" sound made him stop and startled the people in the back room.

"Sanggong, it's not really coming, let's go back, I'm afraid!" The woman's voice trembled again.

"Don't... don't be afraid, maybe the wind blew the door and startled the chicken."

A man and a woman came out from the back room, about three to forty years old. The woman hid behind the man, holding a bright yellow talisman in one hand, and tightly clutching his skirt with the other. The man moved forward step by step, looking across the room.

"Look, the door was just blown open." The man had a copper coin sword hanging on his chest, even though he said so, he still opened his hand to protect the woman behind him.

The moment he saw the man, a face overlapped with his, very familiar, they knew each other!

It's a talisman and a copper coin sword. Is this to guard against him, but he has been confused for a long time, and he can't remember it all at once.

Although the door was closed, he still hadn't left, and the chicken was still thumping violently.

"Oh my husband, let's go back, the mother-in-law is really good, why don't we go back and watch over, we must come here! This chicken...you see, he can't be here...my mother , grandfather, your grandson-in-law was filial to you when you were alive, don't come to me, don't come to me..." The man ignored the woman's nagging, he seemed to have already made the chickens quarrel. I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Damn chicken, crow again! It will be slaughtered tomorrow!"

Chickens are still chickens, and they don't understand men's threats.He knew that he had frightened the two of them, so he obediently floated out of the house. At the same time, the chicken in the house became quiet, but it scared the woman to cry.

The man seemed to hate those chickens so much, he carried the chicken coop and walked into the inner room, the woman was crying and wanted to drag him, but she failed: "Sister, Mr...." The man seemed to ignore her.

"Sister, wait for me...Sister...Su Huailing, stop, you unscrupulous person, you don't care about me!"

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