Return to dust

Wang Yuanzhi wanted to find someone, someone he had engraved on his bones but could not remember anything.

The rain was so heavy that there was no chance for people to intervene.Dense raindrops splashed down from the dark sky, Wang Yuanzhi was holding an umbrella, his shoes were full of water, making it difficult for him to walk, and mud spots splashed all over his clothes.He used to be a good and upright young man, now he looks like he has been rolled in the mud, extremely embarrassed.

The road is slippery in rainy days, so be careful where you step.Wang Yuanzhi responded to the first half of this sentence, and before he had time to be careful of his feet, he fell headfirst on the stone steps, his bones rattled, and a layer of skin on his hands was worn away, blood slowly oozing from the wound.He was completely drenched by the heavy rain, squinting his eyes, trying to find the umbrella he had dropped and get up.My ears are full of the sound of rain "dida da" falling on the stone steps and hitting the leaves.An oil-paper umbrella propped up unsuspectingly above his head blocked the torrential rain.Wang Yuanzi raised his head, making sure that the person was looking at him, he asked doubtfully, "Can you see me?" He walked all the way, shouting countless times, but no one paid any attention to him.That's right, he is dead after all, he is a lonely ghost, moving with the last bit of obsession.But why can this person see him?

Xue Ming bent down to pull him up, and kindly supported him with his arms, allowing Wang Yuanzhi to smear his hands full of mud and rain on his sleeves. Hearing this, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile: "Stones and rain can touch dead things like this." Looking at you, I can’t see you as a living person? My clothes are all soaked, and the humble house is nearby, if you don’t mind, why don’t you go to the humble house to rest for a while.”

Wang Yuanzhi gritted his teeth and lowered his head, whispered: "No, there's no need." After speaking, he wanted to bend down to pick up the umbrella that had been dropped earlier.Xue Ming stopped when he was about to move forward, took half a step back, and swung the hand holding the umbrella to the side. The umbrella smashed into the grass beside the road, and the raindrops hit the person again, but this time there was one more person Get in the rain with Wang Yuanzhi.

The place where Xue Ming stood was one step higher than Wang Yuanzhi.He looked down at Wang Yuanzhi innocently and said, "Oh, my lord. What a coincidence, my hand slipped and I missed it." Eyebrows brightened.

Wang Yuanzhi was stunned. What this person did was too unusual, it was definitely on purpose.He gritted his teeth and glared at Xue Ming, thinking that this man had good intentions, the anger on his face dissipated after a while, and the corners of his mouth drooped in grievance.Xue Ming went down a step, picked up the umbrella on the ground, held it up between the two of them, and said, "My lord, there is only one umbrella left, it seems that we have to go together."

Wang Yuanzhi turned around silently, acquiescing to Xue Ming's behavior.

Wang Yuanzhi felt strange.The first time we met, I didn't even know the name of this person, but when he opened his mouth, he was as familiar as they seemed to be friends who had known each other for many years. It's him, a kind-hearted ghost.It's not so mature.

Xue Ming suddenly broke the silence and said, "With such a good temper, you can be easily deceived. You should grab your umbrella and run away. Don't look at me, I might be a monster that eats human flesh."

Wang Yuanzhi came back to his senses and found it funny and annoyed, wasn't it you who threw the umbrella earlier?Just now he said that this person is acquainted, but now he is cheap and good-looking, and began to preach to himself.He frowned angrily, trying to choke back with a witty remark, but he just opened his mouth in vain: "I...I..." He hesitated for a long time before he said, "I met you for the first time today." The implication is: I am not familiar with you, why can you accuse me so skillfully.

Xue Ming tilted his head, smiled brightly and said, "Do you feel that your heart is in a panic and you want to scold me, but you can't find a few words after searching your stomach. Let me speak for you, okay? I am so annoying Very, I don’t know etiquette, my skin is thicker than a city wall, I only met you face to face, and relying on the elders who don’t know where, I talk to myself.”

Wang Yuanzhi was choked.

The umbrella turned around silently, and Xue Ming asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Wang Yuanzhi."

Xue Ming praised: "What a good name, you can tell that it is the pillar of a country." If he was not still holding an umbrella in his hand, he would definitely clap his hands and shout loudly.

Wang Yuanzhi couldn't understand the teasing in his words, he seemed to be in a good mood, his eyes sparkled, he raised his head slightly and said proudly: "Of course, I'm Tanhualang. As for your name, we need to exchange it."

"My name is Xue Ming. Remember it."

The rainwater fell along the eaves of the thatched hut, forming a broken chain of beads. The broken beads fell into the palm-sized puddles formed by the uneven ground, causing ripples to spread out in circles.

They all stopped and stood in front of the thatched cottage.

As soon as Wang Yuanzhi entered the cabin in the forest, Wang Yuanzhi felt a chill in his heart for no reason.He stared at the shabby hut in front of him, but it was enough to shelter him from the wind and rain. His body was shaking like chaff, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed the clothes of the person beside him.

"The humble house is simple, don't be surprised."

As soon as Xue Ming took a step forward, he was held tightly by Wang Yuanzhi, unable to move at all.He turned his head to look at Wang Yuanzhi strangely.The lips of the person diagonally behind were pale, and the wet green shirt wrapped his trembling body, and the rain dripped down his cheeks and the corners of his clothes, patter.Xue Ming sighed softly and called out, "Yuanzhi."

A man in a purple official robe stood against the light, holding a stack of scriptures in his arms, and walked towards him slowly.A helpless expression suddenly appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Yuanzhi..."

The two figures overlapped in Wang Yuanzhi's eyes through the indistinguishable reality and illusion.

He remembered that the person he was looking for was named "Xue".

Wang Yuanzhi felt that he was covered in ice from head to toe, the blood flowing from his limbs was cold, and even the clothes he held in his hands were like ice.Xue Ming's words echoed in his ears just now.At this moment, he felt as if he was alive, perceiving the five tastes and colors, and gave birth to such vivid love, hatred, greed, hatred and ignorance that only living people have.

"Your surname is Xue?"

"Yes, my surname is Xue." Xue Ming smiled softly, "What's the matter, young master?"

Wang Yuanzhi grabbed Xue Ming's sleeve and asked with a distressed expression, "Are you the one I'm looking for?" almost pleading.

"No, there are tens of thousands of people surnamed Xue in the world, which one is the young master looking for?" Xue Ming opened Wang Yuanzhi's fingers one by one, smoothed out the wrinkled clothes and said, "They are all shivering from the cold, let's go into the house." Change your clothes." The coldness in his eyes melted into a thick smile, like a little bit of sugar mixed in sugar water, and he couldn't taste the taste.

The pupils of Wang Yuanzhi's eyes were dilated, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually lost.The smile that Xue Ming maintained collapsed, panic flashed and then returned to calmness.He passed one hand under his armpit, supported Wang Yuanzhi, and quickly dragged him into the room.

The rain is still lingering, and it will not stop, and it has the potential to fall for another whole night.The drizzle and the wind slipped in through the small window that was opened a little, and fell on the person sitting by the window.The last ray of sunlight was swallowed up where the sky and the earth meet.The world falls into the dark night, without seeing the moonlight.

The thatched house is built next to the stream, and through the warm light in the house, you can see a little bit of the flowing stream, shining with scales.

The room was filled with a good smell of food, Wang Yuanzhi only had a little remnant taste, although he couldn't smell it, but he thought to himself: It should be good, otherwise why did Xue Ming eat so happily?

"You really don't want to eat it?" Xue Ming scooped up another spoonful of soup and asked.

Wang Yuanzhi bit his lip, shook his head and turned his eyes away. He couldn't taste anything, and he didn't need to eat.After Xue Ming dragged him into the house, the chill began to dissipate slowly.He found it strange that after walking for so long, he had seen countless small thatched cottages without incident, but no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't figure out why, and all kinds of thoughts were entangled.He is a little wild ghost, Wang Yuanzhi has three souls and seven souls, half of which he does not know if he has them, how to find out these things, or quickly find the person he is looking for, and then reincarnate, happy next life.

The candlelight was blocked, and Wang Yuanzhi fell into a shadow.Xue Ming closed the window, moved a stool and sat down beside him, opened the jar in his hand and said, "Stretch out your hand."

Wang Yuanzhi frowned and faced him, and hid his hands behind his back, staring at the pot in his arms and the brown powder inside.

Xue Ming said, "I'll give you some medicine, it's not poison."

Wang Yuanzhi really wanted to tell him that it didn't matter if he didn't need to apply medicine, let alone that he was a ghost, let alone such a small injury, the skin was broken, and the application of medicine seemed very hypocritical.

The two stalemate for a while before Wang Yuanzhi stretched out his hand reluctantly.Xue Ming dipped in the powder and was about to apply it. Before he touched it, Wang Yuanzhi pulled his hand back as if he had seen a snake or insect. Seeing Xue Ming's expression, he put his hand back obediently, tossing back and forth several times.He gritted his teeth hard and turned his head away.

Xue Ming comforted in a gentle voice: "It doesn't hurt." He didn't show any expression on his face, but he had already slapped the table and laughed in his heart.

Wang Yuanzhi gritted his teeth, and the hand placed in Xue Ming's palm trembled slightly: "I know!"

Of course he knew that it didn’t hurt, and how a dead person would feel, but he was just afraid, knowing that the medicine powder in the jar had an unpleasant smell, and knowing that the medicine powder applied to the wound would make him grin his teeth in pain.

When the powder is rubbed on the wound, there is a pain of needle prick, just like a mosquito bite.Wang Yuanzhi suddenly felt that this was not bad. The pain gave him the illusion that he was still alive. After death, he would still fall in love with the medicine jar that he wanted to cut into pieces. His ghost life is really unpredictable. .

There was only one bed in the small thatched hut, Wang Yuanzhi lay on it, and Xue Ming lay on the outside.Wang Yuanzhi's back was pressed against the wall, he didn't like being so close to strangers, Xue Ming put his hands under his head.

Xue Ming suddenly leaned over to Wang Yuanzhi, and woke up Wang Yuanzhi who was about to fall asleep. Wang Yuanzhi pulled up the quilt, exposed his eyes, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Xue Ming said next to Wang Yuanzhi: "Didn't the ancients say that only close friends would sleep on their feet? Then we are not considered close friends."

Wang Yuanzhi's head was in a daze, and he yawned and said, "Only when one's heart agrees with the contract can one be considered a best friend. We are helpless now, how can we be counted?"

Xue Ming chattered softly, buzzing like a bee, talking nonsense all over the place.Wang Yuanzhi was tired, and Xue Ming's words didn't catch his ears at all, he responded with a few perfunctory words, and gradually fell silent, leaving Xue Ming to talk to himself.

Shallow breathing sounded from beside him, and Xue Ming sighed softly: "Yuanzhi, Yuanzhi...how can we be considered close friends?" Time and hardships in the official career have not infected the corners of his brows and eyes.

Zeng hoped that at the end of the year, Qingshan Road would return with the white head.Even if it is a golden bottle of jade wine, how can it be worth it, two or three friends are by my side, and the tea is light porridge.