A collection of short stories about Qingshan as snow and yellow

I parked the car at the gate of the unfinished museum site on the outskirts of the city, and walked along the deserted road for 10 minutes. There was a green hillside in front of me.The sky had just turned white, and the air here was very good. Compared with the foggy morning in the city, it was as clean as a girl's face without foundation.

The path on the ramp turns and turns, and the small yard is at the end.This section of the road climbed so hard that I was out of breath, and it took me almost an hour to run in the gym.Usually I refuse to do morning exercises, and even my girlfriend can't drag me out of bed, but a phone call from the boss made me go to this place early in the morning.

The fence gate to the yard was ajar.I kept my boss's instructions in mind, opened the door carefully, and walked lightly on the wet gravel road.Turning around a corner, I saw that the owner had gotten up and was drinking tea in the courtyard.

Work and rest is really very healthy.

The boss asked me to come to "Master Yu". I thought that the other party must be 50 or [-] years old, but the two people sitting at the table are very young, about the same age as myself.I was a little uncertain, so I stopped by the pillars in the corridor: "Excuse me, Mr. Lou called me..."

"Morning." said the person who was pouring tea, "have a cup of tea and we'll talk."

I hurried over, thinking in my heart that the person who spoke must be Master Yu.He looks like a young man who can be seen everywhere, at most he is a little less smoky than ordinary people, which makes me feel a little guilty.He was holding a book in his hand, with a row of large characters on the cover: "The Theory of Telepathy in Love Communication".

I always feel that the style of painting is a bit wrong.

But I don't know if he is trying to trick me, or if the outsiders have a strange temper—there are only two chairs by the table, and they are both occupied, where does he want me to sit?

I greeted the master: "Master Yu."

Master Yu nodded with a smile, and didn't mean to tell me that there were no chairs at all.

I bit the bullet and turned to face him: "Then this gentleman is..."

Another young man splashed tea all over the table.

"You can see me!" He jumped up and said, "It's strange, I haven't met anyone who can see me in these years, ouch, it's a bit embarrassing to say that, don't be surprised, he didn't let you sit On my lap."

I'm already confused.

Master Yu also looked a little surprised, and he said, "Sorry, I didn't expect——I'll move you another chair."

Before I could be polite, the young Master Yu had already placed another wicker chair by the table and poured me a cup of tea.I held the teacup and warmed my fingers that were frozen by the morning air.Although I usually only eat junk food and soda coffee, this tea is really fragrant. In the thin water mist rising, I saw that person who "hasn't seen it for many years" was eating a bag of potatoes piece.

"Master Yu..." I said.

"My name is Yu Wenzhou." The master said politely.I also quickly reported my name and explained my purpose: "Mr. Lou would like to ask you to approve a hexagram."

"You misunderstood, I don't care about fate." Yu Wenzhou said.

The person next to him joined in the fun: "Hahahaha, you are looking for the wrong person in your fortune-telling, but don't look for the man surnamed Wang, he is not only inaccurate in the calculation, but also sells you even your father to him."

"..." Is this considered peer pressure?

"No, it's not fortune-telling." I immediately explained, "I want to ask you to see the fate."

"Oh?" Yu Wenzhou thought for a while, "Do you know Wang Jiexi? You should go to him."

"No, don't look for him." The person next to him said again, "His existence is the enemy of a matchmaking agency. Even if Yuelao tied the red thread to your toe, it may still be a waste to go to him. ..."

"We have also admired Professor Wang's name for a long time," I tried to continue, "but Mr. Lou trusts you, the master who has taught him many times, anyway..."

"Do you believe me?" Yu Wenzhou interrupted me and asked with a smile.

I said, "Who knows Master Yu, how can anyone not believe you?"

Master Yu looked at me for a while, then shook his head.

"You don't believe it," he said firmly.

"..."

It's a little embarrassing, but I admit he's right.I was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. I am a materialist morning glory growing strong in the garden of the motherland. I don't accept superstition at all.Besides, Master Yu doesn't know where he came from. He doesn't seem to be a Buddhist or Taoist, but just an ordinary young man. If I believe him, I might as well believe in Zuckerberg.

But I don't believe there is any way, I just run errands for the boss.

"But it's nothing." Yu Wenzhou said kindly, "It's not that I can't help with this job, but you may have to wait a little bit."

Although I don't know why he suddenly changed his mind, I was still relieved.

"No hurry, no hurry!" I replied quickly, "I can wait as long as you want."

"Well, are you free today?" Yu Wenzhou asked.

"Of course."

Yu Wenzhou then nodded, picked up "The Theory of Telepathy in Love Communication", and went into the room.

I sat on the wicker chair and thought for a while, then grabbed my phone and asked the boss for leave.I don't think the master intends to drive me away, so I might as well just wait here.After a while, I looked up, and the young man eating potato chips was still at the table, looking at me with his chin in his hand.

Seeing me raise my head, he waved at me and rolled up the packing bag.

"My name is Huang Shaotian." He introduced himself.

Among the many trees in the master's yard, there was one that was different from the others.It was the end of summer at this time, and there were green branches and leaves everywhere in the steaming heat, only that tree was full of flowers.

The flowers are a whitish blue, occasionally shaking down a few in the wind.

Huang Shaotian said, "Oh, don't be too restrained, he won't eat you."

"Uh...can I ask why you said others can't see you?" I couldn't help but say.

"Do you think we are fooling you in partnership?" Huang Shaotian said with a smile, "You see, I am no different from ordinary people, right?"

"I didn't say that." I clarified, "I'm just curious."

"Let me tell you," Huang Shaotian said, "I'm actually a ghost."

I subconsciously looked down.There is his shadow on the ground, covered with flowers.

"Hey, don't use such an ancient superstitious method to judge whether it is a ghost!" He protested.

"Then how do you judge?" I silently recited the materialist scientific development concept in my heart, and then humbly asked for advice.

Huang Shaotian said, "I can't prove it to you, because you can see me."

"I have never had any yin and yang eyes since I was a child." I argued, "Not only have I never seen a ghost, I have never seen a UFO or an alien. My girlfriend said that there is no scary atmosphere with me at the ghost story meeting." gone."

"Maybe it's because of your yang energy." Huang Shaotian rubbed his chin, "And UFOs, aliens, and ghosts are not the same thing, right? Do you believe in aliens?"

"I believe it..." I thought for a while, "Or, there is no reason not to believe it."

"Then you don't believe in ghosts?" Huang Shaotian asked.

"It's not that I don't believe it," I said, "It's just that I think that if there are such things as ghosts, they shouldn't appear in the form of the stories we passed down by word of mouth."

"You have a lot of ideas." Huang Shaotian said in surprise, "There are quite a few people who say they don't believe in ghosts and gods, but not so many who think that they are right from the bottom of their hearts."

"It's too much of a prize." I said, "So if I have yin and yang eyes, I'm really wronged."

"No no," Huang Shaotian waved his hand, "It's because you don't believe me that you can see me."

I really don't understand this time.

Huang Shaotian didn't continue this topic, he stretched out his hand and made a "shh" gesture, telling me to look at the gate of the yard.

Through the fence, I saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walking up and down the ramp outside the door, but he couldn't get in.However, his expression didn't show any sign of anxiety, he just frowned slightly, and walked forward with all his heart, looking up from time to time to see the yard that was just a short distance away from him, and then continued walking.

Looking at his expression, I couldn't help but shudder.

"Is he a ghost hitting the wall..." I asked in a low voice.

"I didn't do it." Huang Shaotian spread his hands, "Don't look at me like that, if I did it, this situation wouldn't be like this, I will admit that I did it - he just hasn't found the door yet. "

"But he didn't seem to notice it himself." I stared at that person, "It's not like he couldn't find the exit after walking for a while, but it seems that he didn't realize that he was walking a repeated path... Wait..."

I suddenly remembered the experience when I walked over just now.On that short slope, I was sweating and tired-is it really because I didn't exercise enough?Or, in fact, when I looked at the small courtyard at the end, the distance I walked under my feet was not just the ramp?

"You've discovered it too." Huang Shaotian looked at me amusedly, "Some people like to be funny sometimes, if you want to do something good, you can call him."

Although I didn't know why he didn't call himself, I stood up obediently and walked towards the house.When I poked my head into the outermost door, I saw the corner of my clothes drifting by, so I shrank back quickly.

"Master, master." I knocked on the door frame next to me and said in a low voice, "Someone is coming outside."

"Oh, thank you." Yu Wenzhou's voice came from inside, but I couldn't tell which direction he was in, "I'll be right here."

A few minutes later, I saw the man outside finally panting and stopped at the gate of the yard.He knocked on the door, came in, and walked carefully on the gravel road, making me see myself in the mirror.

Huang Shaotian walked over, stood on the side of the road, and began to dance a square dance that seemed to be rubbing fireballs while humming a song.

"..." It took me a lot of effort to convince myself not to take out my phone to take pictures.

I looked at that person nervously, only to see that he turned a blind eye to Huang Shaotian who was jumping around in circles next to him, exchanged greetings with Yu Wenzhou in the porch, and walked into the room.

Until Huang Shaotian came in front of me, I was still immersed in surprise.Huang Shaotian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of me: "What, are you scared? Believe it this time?"

"Intuition tells me that what you said is correct." I said sincerely, "but reason tells me that he may also be your trustee."

Huang Shaotian wasn't angry at all, instead he was amused by me.

"Yes, yes, yes." He said with a smile, "It's good to keep this mentality, otherwise you might not see me."

Again, I don't quite understand this statement.Some thoughts flashed through my mind so quickly that I didn't catch them.

"You belong to Master Yu..." I hesitated, "Are you an assistant?"

"Assistant? Of course I'm not." Huang Shaotian looked at me narrowly, "The first thing you wanted to talk about just now was not an assistant, right? What exactly is it?"

I was a little embarrassed: "I wanted to ask if you were his shikigami."

Huang Shaotian almost choked on himself, and then laughed out loud.

"Did you read too much about Onmyoji?" He pointed at me, "Do you still think that when Yu Wenzhou takes out a piece of paper, I will turn into an owl with one click of BIU, and then I will become an owl with one click of BIU? Corgi?"

"That's not the case!" I blushed, "And why is it a corgi! Why is it a tengu, something advanced—"

"Very well, advanced, advanced." Huang Shaotian suppressed a smile.

"So what the hell are you?" I asked.

"I've said it all, I'm a ghost." Huang Shaotian jumped onto the stone table, shaking his legs and said, "I'm a ghost summoned by Yu Wenzhou, but I can't be an assistant, so I have to hang around all day."

"Doesn't the master need an assistant?" I wondered, "He can't really be indifferent."

"Non-human fireworks? Where did you get this illusion?" Huang Shaotian said in surprise, "He cooks, washes, and cleans up by himself. He must be very popular in the university dormitory, isn't it? Well, and he can grow vegetables and flowers, besides, now that online shopping is so developed, it is not a problem for a big man to take care of himself... You people who live in big cities may not know how to keep healthy like him."

Me: "...you are right." So what on earth are you doing!

Perhaps because he saw the question written on my face, Huang Shaotian said, "As for me, I can be considered his neighbor, after all, I also live in this yard."

As if he was not going to discuss the matter any more, he ran to the corner by the wall and picked up a broom.

Not long after, the visitor came out of the house, still completely out of sight of Huang Shaotian, and left through the yard.When I turned around, I saw Yu Wenzhou stopped by the door, and turned to look in the direction of the flower tree.

Huang Shaotian was standing there, sweeping the fallen flowers all over the ground.

From my angle, I can only see Yu Wenzhou's plain side face.The sun was already in the middle of the sky, but even the midday light was cold here.I looked at him quietly, and always felt a trace of inexplicable heaviness in his expression. I don't know whether it was loneliness, melancholy, or both; he seemed to be looking at the distant future through the tree flower , a nostalgic place.

In an instant, I felt as if the two veins of Ren and Du were opened up, and a light bulb popped out of my head: I think there must be something unusual between him and that mysterious Huang Shaotian.

Yu Wenzhou suddenly turned his head: "Are you hungry?"

I was startled and blurted out: "A little bit..."

"Come and have some noodles." Yu Wenzhou beckoned, "There are some in the kitchen."

I followed him into the house, but Huang Shaotian didn't follow.

It was cooler inside the house than outside, but it didn't look like the air conditioner was on either. We walked down the corridor and turned another corner.Yu Wenzhou asked me to wait, and a moment later came out with a tray containing two bowls of noodles.

"Please pass it to him by the way." Yu Wenzhou smiled.

I nodded and said yes, and took the plate back to the yard.Huang Shaotian took a look, threw down the broom and came over: "Ah, thanks to you, I haven't eaten his cooked noodles for a long time."

"Don't you say he usually cooks?" I asked strangely.

"But I'm a ghost!" Huang Shaotian said confidently.

I think this logic is very wrong, but I was hungry, so I didn't refute it.

The noodles look like a clear soup with little water, but they are surprisingly fragrant. It can finish two of my instant noodles cooking skills, or four of my girlfriend's pasta cooking skills.The two of us ate for a long time, and there was nothing left in the bowl.Huang Shaotian wiped his mouth, swayed under the tree, and lay down on the steps without moving.

I used to squat down beside him.

"What?" he asked with his eyes closed.

"Can I ask another question?"

Huang Shaotian said, "Ha, I already know what you're going to ask. Do you want to ask, did Yu Wenzhou and I know each other before?"

"...Can ghosts read minds?" I asked.

"No, guess." Huang Shaotian opened his eyes, blocking the light leaking from the branches with his hands, "Looking at your gossip, it's easy to guess."

My legs were numb from squatting, so I changed my posture.Huang Shaotian said: "I have known Yu Wenzhou since I was a human. Then I became a ghost, and he called me back. You know my current situation—for those who can see me, I am no different from ordinary people." The difference; people who can’t see me, even if I stand in front of them, they will never be able to perceive my existence.”

"Call back?" I murmured.

"Yeah," Huang Shaotian hesitated, "Uh, are you okay?"

I felt a little trembling, and the sound of blood rushing roared in my ears.I collected myself and felt that my face must be very strange: "He...Master Yu, can he resurrect the dead?"

"What?" Huang Shaotian looked at me in surprise, as if he suddenly understood something: "That's not the case, could it be that you..."

A petal fluttered down from the tree, a hand stretched out from the side, caught it, and prevented it from landing on the tip of Huang Shaotian's nose.

Yu Wenzhou was standing right behind me.I jumped up: "Master!"

"Stop squatting here." Yu Wenzhou said kindly, "Take a step to talk?"

I followed him into the reception room.Originally, I thought there would be some naughty decorations here, but there was nothing there, as plain as a school doctor's psychological consultation room.

I sat down in the chair obediently.

"I already know the reason for your visit," Yu Wenzhou said.

"Yes." I agreed, "Mr. Lou said..."

"No," Yu Wenzhou interrupted me, "it has nothing to do with your boss. It is true that your boss asked you to ask for a divination, but not for him."

I was stunned.

"It's for you." Yu Wenzhou said slowly, "Your boss thinks you need a little counseling, so it's a benefit for your employees."

"Give it to me?" I said blankly, "Why? I have nothing to count, fate or something, I don't need..."

"I already know about your girlfriend." Yu Wenzhou said.

I stopped talking.

I don't like to hear that.I would rather let others think that my girlfriend broke up with me, so that I can still feel that she is still living somewhere in this world, living in the nagging phone calls every night, living in the carefree life of her youth. on the photo.

"Dead people cannot be brought back to life," Yu Wenzhou continued, "My condolences."

"...But you must have a solution, right?" I seemed to understand why the boss asked me to come here, looking at the calm young man opposite, I blurted out, "Just like Huang Shaotian, he is also your name. Came back, right?"

"That's different." Yu Wenzhou said, "You don't want to pay that kind of price."

"I'm willing to do anything, I believe in you from today, I can save money—"

"That's not the case." Yu Wenzhou seemed to know what he was going to say, "Do you want her to return to this world and continue to suffer from illness? Or, do you just want her to be by your side and be yourself? What about the happiness part?"

"Not like that!" I yelled, and my voice caught in my throat.

Yu Wenzhou looked at me.

"No, that's it."

I said, amazed that for the first time I could look directly at my own selfishness so calmly: "I was always thinking only of myself. She was with me, and there were not many years and no special happiness." Sometimes... I feel happy to have her, but does she really think so, I don't know..."

"Think about it again." Yu Wenzhou said gently, "You will remember."

The next moment, he did something completely opposite to his gentle tone: he picked up a small dried fish on the table, and slapped it on my face.

I almost lost my breath, but at this time, countless pictures flooded into my mind-those were all my experiences, sleeping deep in my memory, at this moment, they surged up like a school of bloody fish, gurgling Surfaced; I saw me and my girl walking on the street in the snow, I saw us sitting in the corner of the library, I saw her smiling face as usual by the hospital bed, I heard She said: Hey, why are you so stupid, you have to be good...

A small fish jumped out of the sea with difficulty.It was a very long memory, and I can't remember this scene for a long time.

At that time, we were both very young, and she wore a particularly embarrassing upside-down braid, and quarreled with a good friend in the neighbor's house, and ended up crying for no reason.At that time, when my brain got hot, I went to provoke the little neighbor girl, but she beat me up.

The last memory is that she smiled through tears, looked at my dirty face and said, "Hey, why are you so stupid? But you are a good person, I like you."

When I woke up, I found myself sobbing and crying like an idiot.I didn't cry at her funeral, I didn't cry when I went to the cemetery with flowers, I didn't cry when I fell asleep looking at her picture for countless nights, a man doesn't cry easily, he can't stop once he plays... ...I heard Yu Wenzhou say: "Well, you have something on your mind, after crying, just sleep and you'll be fine."

The tone is like teasing kindergarten children, who is this kidding.

While crying, I became more and more sleepy, and fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up again, I found myself sleeping on the couch.It's like a guest room, the setting sun shines on my butt through the panes, and the blanket that covers me slides off when I move.

I sat for a while, wiped my face, folded the blanket, and opened the door to go out.

The corridor was quiet, and there was a damp fragrance in the air.When I got to the door, I saw some tide on the ground in the small courtyard. It must have been raining a little while I was asleep.

Two people sat on the steps by the door.I saw their backs, Yu Wenzhou was holding a book, and there was a tea tray on the left.On his right, Huang Shaotian gently placed a hand on his.

I slowed down, not wanting to disturb this tenderness.

Yu Wenzhou noticed something and looked back at me: "Are you awake?"

"Wake up." I lowered my head, "Thank you."

"Well, I'm finally not called a master, it sounds awkward to me." Yu Wenzhou laughed.

Come to think of it, he didn't actually do anything.He didn't tell me a fortune teller, and he didn't perform any miracles, so I still don't believe in the "Master"—it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, and my thanks are sincere.

Then I said goodbye to them and left.Huang Shaotian stood up from the steps, and walked out along the gravel road with me.

"I heard he made you cry." Which pot he didn't open and which pot he lifted.

"That's a man's hot tears." I rolled my eyes.

He was surprised: "How can you still see me?"

I really don't understand this time: "Why can't I see you?"

"Hey, I thought you had already guessed it." Huang Shaotian said curiously, "Only people who don't believe in Yu Wenzhou can see me."

As if struck by lightning, I stood there with my mouth wide open.

It turned out to be the case.

The few weird questions he asked, the invisible guests in suits, the noodle bowl I brought over, the missing chair...

Yu Wenzhou said, "You don't want to pay that kind of price."

Huang Shaotian said: "People who can't see me, even if I stand in front of them, they will never be able to perceive my existence."

Since entering this yard, I haven't heard a word between them.That's not just because of tacit understanding.

"So," I heard myself ask, "does he... believe himself?"

"What do you think?" Huang Shaotian smiled and asked back.

He waved his hand and walked slowly back to the yard from the path.I stood blankly at the gate of the courtyard, watching his leaving back.

I saw him running to the side of the flower tree, hugging the trunk, and shaking it hard twice.The tree that had been poisoned was shaken back and forth, and many flowers fell in a crash.

Yu Wenzhou, who had been sitting on the steps, also raised his head, looking in the direction of the tree.He walked under the tree and stood with the man who was always by his side and never seen, watching the flowers fall side by side.

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