sincerity of lies

"What a coincidence." Yu Cisheng said.

"It's not a coincidence." Huo Ranyin, "You reminded me this morning that today is the vernal equinox, so I just thought of coming to worship."

"I am also reminded every day." Yu Cisheng said.

Huo Ranyin glanced at the coffin under him and the ancient flowered shroud on him: "Remind this ceremony?"

"Well, this kind of ceremony." Yu Cisheng raised his arms and combed the wrinkles on the shroud with his fingers, "I was in poor health when I was a child, and I almost didn't survive when I was four or five years old. The hospital couldn't save me. My dad doesn't know where I heard it. Superstitious thinking, they made a coffin for me, and asked me to lie in a shroud and pretend to be dead, saying that this was "deceiving impermanence". Maybe I should not die. After doing this, I really deceived impermanence and recovered. From then on, my dad firmly believed in it and had to do it every year.”

He was talking about matters related to himself, but there was not much expression on his face.

Ji Xun noticed that in this huge coffin, there was actually a book folded upside down. When the funeral procession lifted him up the mountain, did he actually lie in the coffin and read a book?

"It was okay in the past, just put on the shroud and lie down in the coffin for a while, and do a ceremony. This year, he was [-], and he was uneasy, so he tossed me and asked me to do it."

He said briefly, looking at the entire funeral procession around him, squinting his eyes again, and looking up at the sky, the sky is naturally invisible, only the rolling black cloth wrapped between him and the sun.

Yu Cisheng's head and face were all white, and the snow-like color still shone with fine and clear light under the sunlight weakened by the black umbrella, vaguely like an elf in the snow, who was put under the sunlight.

Beauty is beauty, and I always worry that he will melt away with the light, no wonder Yu Cisheng's family is not at ease.

The elves in the snow?

Ji Xun's heart moved, he caught a vague impression, and immediately followed this impression, searching for memories in the brain hall.He felt that this was not the first time he had met the man in front of him.

"Let me introduce you." Huo Ranyin said, "Yu Cisheng, my childhood neighbor and friend; Ji Xun, my boyfriend."

Ji Xun glanced at Huo Ranyin.

According to Huo Ranyin's personality, he was able to tell the relationship between the two of them frankly. Presumably, Yu Cisheng has an extraordinary meaning to him, and it is probably not limited to "neighbors" and "friends".

"Hello." Yu Cisheng stretched out his hand to Ji Xun.

"Hello." Ji Xun stepped forward to shake hands with Yu Cisheng.

He walked past those people wearing black clothes and holding black umbrellas. They waited calmly and did not show any emotion when Yu Cisheng stopped halfway to chat with Ji Xun and Huo Ranyin.

Really good service.

The two held hands, but Yu Cisheng's hand was actually not too cold, not even as cold as Huo Ranyin's. If I had to say it, it was like the touch of jade, warm and moist, neither hot nor cold, and not very popular.

Yu Cisheng shook Ji Xun's hands briefly, and quickly let go. He didn't rush to talk to Ji Xun, but first said to Huo Ranyin: "I've seen you all, come up with me, and burn incense sticks for me."

Huo Ranyin raised his eyebrows.

"I'm done here, and I'll go with you to pay homage to my family." Yu Cisheng said again, "It's time for the meeting, so we should worship."

That's right, since we met here and we are neighbors, we should offer incense to each other.

Although Yu Cisheng's fragrance is a bit strange.

Huo Ranyin lowered his raised eyebrows, took Ji Xun with him, and followed Yu Cisheng's funeral procession.

With a sound of yo, the team moves forward.

This time, they are also a member of Rolling Black Umbrella.

The Yu family made their fortune in Yu Cisheng's father's generation. Yu Cisheng's father was a reseller of home appliances in the early years, and later opened a company. There are countless mountains.

Therefore, even though the Yu family's current family property is already much larger than that of the Huo family, and if you are late, you will be late, but the Yu family's cemetery is still below the Huo family's cemetery.

Although Yu Cisheng didn't care about it.

They entered the Yu family cemetery, played and sang together and made Huo Ranyin offer incense. Before Huo Ranyin had completely inserted the incense into the incense burner, Yu Cisheng had already stepped out of the coffin.

He took off his shroud and put back on his own clothes, with a dull expression, and commented:

"Placebo-like superstitious effect."

Now that the superstition activities are over, it's time to go to Huo Ranyin's cemetery.

He didn't want anyone to follow, he held a black umbrella and walked beside Ji Xun and Huo Ranyin.

The road is not far away, go up for a while, and you will arrive at the location.

A few people chatted casually when they left, Ji Xun glanced at Yu Cisheng, and suddenly said, "Mr. Yu, I think you look familiar."

"Really? Mr. Ji is also very kind." There seemed to be a little smile on Yu Cisheng's face. It was as thin as ice that accumulated on the veins of leaves in winter. The first glance was still there, and the second glance disappeared.

No.

This is certainly not a flattering compliment.

Ji Xun has already completed his memory retrieval, and he has found out exactly the time and place when he and Yu Cisheng met for the first time.

6 years ago, snow mountain in Nepal.

At that time, he was already working, and his work was going well. He saved his annual leave to travel abroad. Unexpectedly, when an avalanche happened, he found a cave in time. Together with the tour guide, he organized other people in the same group to hide in the cave first, and then sent a message to contact the rescue at the foot of the mountain. Team.

The avalanche was a near miss.

Soon, the rescue team at the bottom of the mountain found the cave where they were hiding. At that time, the cave had already ignited a fire, and the blazing flames dispelled the chill of the ice and snow. This cave sits around... telling stories.

Also forget who said the proposal.

In short, they imitate the primitive allusion that "a story that doesn't sound good will be eaten", and whoever tells a bad story will start to show his talent.

Compared with storytelling, it is obvious that more people's talents are still in acting.

Ji Xun remembered that he had listened to a few songs and watched some lively magic tricks. As for the stories they told, he had already forgotten, and he could remember them if he wanted to, but it was not necessary.

Then it was his turn to tell the story.

He told a crime story...from the point of view of the criminal.

Among the audience at that time, everyone in the car knew that he was a policeman. In order to maintain order when the avalanche happened, he showed his identity.They were a little surprised, probably thinking that he would tell the story of the police catching criminals.But in reality, most of the cases he practiced were ruined, so what twists and turns can there be?It is more interesting to speculate in a powerful and unconstrained style.

That was about the first time he made up a story, improvised, but also relied on suspense to keep the audience listening with gusto.

The final reversal also made everyone enjoy themselves.

Then someone in the crowd opened his mouth, guessed the second layer of reversal he had hidden in the story, and made a compliment that won his heart. Finally, he implicitly suggested that the psychological activity mentioned in No. 1 above can be described better. Be delicate.

They chatted happily.I seemed to have said something to him again, but unfortunately those casual jokes, like all the little stories that I can no longer remember, fell on that snow mountain.

But he still remembers the eyelashes and eyes of the other party he saw clearly during the conversation.

Snow-white eyelashes, pale eyes.

When talking and talking, it is a spirit in the snow, and when it is silent, it is a statue in the mountain.

Yu Cisheng.

He remembered the first time he met Yu Cisheng, but Yu Cisheng didn't seem to remember it.

...Did the other party really not remember?

Ji Xun thought of the rows of signed books in the study room he had been to.

He has always had extraordinary confidence in his intuition, and the memory of Xueshan is deliberately brought out when chatting, not for taste, after all, not everyone has such a useful memory like himself, but this, it is worth talking about.

"Ranyin took me to Mr. Yu's house. I saw the book I wrote in Mr. Yu's house. In addition, he told me that Mr. Yu likes to do charity. In the support club of my book, there happened to be a 'criminal' The Yishan Charity Foundation' organization... I would venture to guess that this foundation organization was established by Mr. Yu's investment?"

Yu Cisheng finished listening quietly: "Mr. Ji likes to guess riddles?"

Ji Xun: "I think it's like Mr. Yu likes to do charity."

Yu Cisheng suddenly smiled.

This time, his smile became real, as if the snow had warmed up, and instantly became amiable and lovely.

He nodded at Ji Xun:

"You are very good at guessing riddles, and you are good at writing books. Xing Yishan's mantra is to do good deeds every day, which is very good, and I like it very much. The world is so big, and many things depend on fate. Do something you like about your favorite stories.”

"Hmm." Ji asked.

Surprised, a little surprised, not surprised, really not very surprised.

"Wait." Hearing this, Huo Ranyin frowned and asked Yu Cisheng, "Not only do you like his books, but you also set up a foundation for him?"

"That's right." Yu Cisheng.

"It sounds a bit strange." Huo Ranyin commented.

"My behavior is not strange, you are a little narrow-minded." Yu Cisheng, "Or in the future, when the author of the foundation operation goes to other cities to sign a book, I will let them remember to book tickets for a two-person trip?"

"Then the high school attached to Qin University was also specially designated by you?" Huo Ranyin asked.

"It happened to be on the selection list, and I remembered that it was your school, so I chose it." Yu Cisheng said.

The conversation between the three of them didn't last too long.

Soon, the Huo Family Cemetery arrived.

This is Huo Ranyin's first visit.

The iron-colored gate is strange, the high courtyard wall is strange, even behind the courtyard wall, the pines and cypresses like umbrellas and soldiers lined up are also strange.

After knocking open the closed iron door and explaining his identity to the surprised staff, Huo Ranyin was able to bring Ji Xun and Yu Cisheng inside.

Entering the inside, along the stone road, all the way to the place where the tombstone stands.

When there was only the last stretch of the road left, Ji Xun and Yu Cisheng unanimously slowed down, letting Huo Ranyin go forward alone.

Humans are social animals, but they also need independent space.

Huo Ranyin, who had never seen his family's tombstones before, probably needed these few minutes of solitude.

When you are young, you face life, and when you are old, you go to death. The road in the middle is full of twists and turns, and it is difficult to climb. In the end, there are bright red words on the gray tombstone.

Huo Ranyin's hand was holding the appraisal report he got in the morning.

Human beings turn into ashes, without soul, without consciousness.

The affairs of the world have nothing to do with the dead.

But sometimes, at times like this, even the most determined people can't help thinking superstitiously: If the dead are still looking at the world with their eyes open, what should they do?

When the truth is ugly, happiness is real.

Should the real happiness be punctured with the ugly truth?

Huo Ranyin in front was silent towards the tombstone, far away from behind Huo Ranyin, Yu Cisheng and Ji Xun stood together.

Yu Cisheng suddenly said, "I saw Huo Ranyin today, and his movements have been inconvenient. Is he injured?"

"I hurt my back." Ji Xun replied.

"Back again."

The word 'again' made Ji Xun take another look at Yu Cisheng.

Yu Cisheng said to Ji Xun as if chatting casually: "If you were together, you should have seen the burn on his back. It was the mark left by him being scalded by boiling water when he was young."

"How did you get it hot?" Ji asked.

"His mother helped him take a bath, but she didn't mix the water well. She poured the newly boiled water on her back and burned herself. Because Huo Ranyin didn't scream or cry when he was scalded, so after a while, he It wasn't until his mother found out that he was sent to the hospital. Later he told me about it."

Yu Cisheng, who had been staring straight ahead, turned his head slightly. His clear pupils stared at Ji Xun, because there was no focus point, there was a kind of hazy beauty.

This is a common vision disorder in people with albinism, a defect that cannot be corrected surgically.

When this kind of pupil with the feeling of transparent glass fell on his body, Ji Xun felt a slight shudder, as if he was afraid of the ominous content he had foreseen next.

"We were very young at that time. I just met him, and I told him that if you don't dare to cry at home, you can come to my house. No one bullies him there. But he didn't cry in the end." Yu Cisheng finished speaking, "He is very happy, Didn't think the burn was a big deal. He said that one time, his mother hugged him."