death like wind

The Naihe Bridge next to the Sansheng Stone, and the Wangchuan River after the flowers on the other bank.

Under the dim light, a few red lanterns flickered and hung beside the path of the dead, guiding wandering souls to return. There are many ghosts on the path, and many of them were squeezed into the bushes of the other shore full of thorns, naked. By the way, the feet were dripping with blood, and Manzhushahua was full of blood, so delicate and beautiful that they bloomed one after another.

It is said that ghosts have no shoes to wear. They can only step on the cold Huangquan Road with bare feet and sink the breath of a living person into the ground in order to enter reincarnation and gain new life.

The paralyzed ghosts seem to be unconscious, moving forward with the flow of people. They are either wearing army green overcoats, or are dressed in tatters like beggars, or have long-sleeved skirts with two braids, which are students' dresses, or are dressed in tight and capable clothes. The commoner clothes, the sleeves were tied into the armpits.Some of them had their heads blown out of their brains, some brows were a little red, some were missing arms and legs, and those who could walk supported those who couldn't. .

Among them, there are very few young ladies and noble sons.

Naihe bridge, Naihe bridge, Mo Nai He, Mo look back.

In front of the Naihe Bridge, there is a two-meter-high boulder, engraved with the small characters of ants, which cannot be seen clearly under the dim light. Write: "Shui San'er, Shui San'er..."

The wandering soul passing by paused for a moment, and said quietly: "It's time to go, I have to go, any later, Meng Po's shop will be closed."

"I have to wait a little longer. He said that with the red thread, you won't get lost."

Thin snow fell from the drowsy sky, flying wildly against the light. Qin Shu was thin, but his back was still straight and refused to let go. The cold wind blew his long clothes, and the bottom was empty.

Under the light of the red lanterns, his eyebrows are picturesque, tender and tender like a girl, vaguely like a boy, but the bruise on his forehead is extremely dazzling, even if he falls into the underworld, he still does not lose his whole body. pride.

Wandering Soul sighed, handed him the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, stepped into the long queue again, and moved forward slowly.

His wife burned that umbrella for him, fearing that he would be exposed to the rain and sun in Huangquan, but he didn't expect to burn another one. A few days after the umbrella was burned, his wife also came down to accompany him.

Holding an umbrella, Qin Shu still stood blankly beside the Sansheng Stone, wanting to see if his and Shui San's names were on it, and if not, he would engrave it on it.

From the upper reaches of the Wangchuan River, a few small lanterns floated down, and there were small candles in them, burning faintly. They were people in the world, longing for their loved ones in the underworld.

Qin Shu tilted his head and stared for a while. He stepped over the thorns and came to the side of the Wangchuan River. He bent down and picked up a lantern. The warm yellow light shone on his pale face, adding a trace of vitality.

"Jiao...young master..." Two crooked small characters were engraved on the lantern, in the familiar wild cursive script, which made Qin Shu burst out laughing, and shook off the snow on his head. It's gorgeous and glossy black hair, "Nanmanzi, it's Nanmanzi!"

The light and shadow change, from dim yellow to extremely dark, from extremely dark to dizzy, Qin Shu became a never-moving NPC by the river of Wangchuan, holding a lantern in his hand, smiling idiotically, and the oil-paper umbrella fell into the flowers on the other side at his feet , causing the fine snow to fall all over, and he didn't bother to brush it off.

On his ring finger, there was a translucent red thread that glowed faintly, and the other end was linked in the invisible darkness.

A handsome young man in modern clothes jumped up to Qin Shu, waved his hand in front of his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Shui San'er is here! Nanmanzi is here! He's here to pick you up!"

Qin Shu looked at him and smiled slightly, his eyes seemed to be caring for the mentally retarded, kind and tolerant of everything.

The young man rubbed his nose, turned his bright peach eyes, looked at the water lamp that had been burning for thousands of years, his eyes flickered, he narrowed his eyes cunningly, took a deep breath, and planned to turn the lamp Blow it out, but the candle remains motionless.

He had a good skin, and he didn't look disrespectful in any actions. Seeing nothing, he didn't bother to lean on the bridge wall, folded his arms and looked at the endless stream of people, as if he was waiting for someone.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, Su Jin picked up the umbrella on the ground to hold it, and blocked Qin Shu by the way, chuckled and said: "You and I are waiting for someone, but the person you are waiting for will definitely come, and the person I am waiting for will definitely come." I don't know if it will come or not."

Qin Shu still didn't answer him, the candlelight danced and fell in his eyes, as warm as jade.

Su Jin said to herself: "This place is quite beautiful. If it is hidden in the underworld, no one will find it. Who would go to the underworld just to find someone?"

He only wore autumn clothes, and the thickest clothes in Biji Bunny were only a jacket. The cold wind and snow were raging, and he was a little cold, so he put the umbrella handle in Qin Shu's armpit, and squatted on the ground curled up.

There was a delicate Bianhua flower at her feet, Su Jin stretched out her hand and plucked the petals, muttering in a low voice: "Come, don't come, come, don't come..."

At the end of the pulling, there was only one bare petal left, he was stunned for a moment, and stopped pulling, the last piece, it was not coming...

Since that day, Yan Xilin hasn't called him again. He originally bought a lot of gifts and wanted to give them to him, but he hesitated for a long time and didn't take the initiative to call. If Yan Xilin was busy, would it be Bother him?

Before falling asleep, the three words still did not light up on the phone screen.

After watching the plot, he found Qin Shu along the Wangchuan River, but he also didn't see a companion on the way.

confused.....

I don't know how long I squatted, I lost all feeling in my legs, just about to stand up and move my legs and feet, a mink coat was put on my back, and I looked up to the top of my head, it was Yan Xilin who had been waiting for a long time.

Su Jin's face was stiff from the cold, she didn't know what expression to make, but fortunately she bared her teeth and smiled: "I thought you weren't coming."

"No." Yan Xilin's eyes were as warm as spring rain, which melted the ice and snow, and nourished the atrium. Su Jin couldn't help but threw herself into his arms, feeling the chill that was freezing to the bone marrow.

Yan Xilin hugged him back silently, and said after a long time: "There is a deviation in the place we were sent in. I figured it out, and I will have to find the ferryman later to send us back to this nightmare world."

After the turbulent emotions subsided, Su Jin realized that it was inappropriate for two big men to hug each other, so she left and asked, "So what is our task?"

"I don't know yet, but it should be related to the story of Qin Shu and Shui San." Yan Xilin put the mink fur coat on Su Jin's shoulders for him to wear. A man depends on the clothes. After wearing them, Su Jin looks even more like a dude Yan Xilin couldn't help but feel a smile in Yan Xilin's eyes when he saw the young master.

The two of them followed the Wangchuan River to find a small boat moored by the river. An old man in coir raincoat leaned against a wooden pile and smoked a big cigarette. When he saw the two of them, he put away the pipe and boarded the boat without saying a word. Paddle and wait for the two to go up.

Yan Xilin pulled Su Jin onto the boat, brushed away the snow on his seat, and let him sit down, then turned to the ferryman and said, "Thank you, take us to where we need to go."

The old man's eyes hidden under the straw hat calmly glanced at Su Jin, but Yan Xilin turned sideways to block him inadvertently. The old man sneered and said inexplicably, "It seems that this life is about to fall, Maybe this is the last time."

Yan Xilin's expression was a little cold, and he smiled on the surface: "Please ask the old man to ferry us."

The old man ferried the boat and went upstream. The boat was extremely stable and hardly shook.Yan Xilin sat back beside Su Jin, blocking the direct wind, and the gentle smile returned to his face: "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Su Jin shook her head, looked at the Bianhua flowers competing to bloom by the river, and said, "I remember that Bianhua flowers have a flower language, life and death are separated, and they will never see each other."

Yan Xilin raised the corners of her lips slightly, and her voice was so soft that it was almost hidden in the sound of Su Xue: "Ordinary people have made up countless stories about Bi'anhua, but I have one. You must have never heard of it."

Su Jin became interested and moved closer: "Let's listen."

The ferryman shook his oars in silence, thick snow fell on his coir raincoat, there was a kind of long-lasting indifference that could see all kinds of things.

Yan Xilin raised his hand and rubbed Su Jin's hair that was messed up by the wind, but his eyes drifted to the red flowers on both sides of the bank, and said quietly: "A long time ago, the world of gods was similar to what was said in western mythology. Created the angel, the No.1 angel was made by him according to his own preferences, endowing the angel with the most beautiful appearance, the strongest fighting power, the most optimistic attitude, and all the characteristics of himself, but he forgot to add to the angel a heart."

"The angel is beautiful, but neither sad nor happy, ruthless and desireless, he is always optimistic and at ease, spreading his holy wings and soaring in the blue sky, under the brilliant golden curly hair, a pair of blue eyes are as clear as holy springs, those eyes are forever flowing No tears."

Yan Xilin's eyes drifted to the sky, so far away that he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he continued: "The first time this angel shed tears was in the Demon Realm. He watched his companion fall, and his white wings Dyeing black, looking at the desolation of the demon world, where there is no grass growing, looking at the god he worships, mad and sick, more like a lunatic than the demons, he shed tears."

"Do you know what a devastating blow is?" Yan Xilin turned to Su Jin, and smiled lightly, but the smile was extremely sad, "For example, you discovered that white is actually black, and the heart of God is actually rotten."

Su Jin felt cold from the inside out, and trembled uncontrollably. He didn't want to hear it anymore, not at all, but there was another contradictory voice in his brain, telling him to keep listening.

"A beautiful and kind angel, the first tear fell on the body of another dead angel, so crazy that it grew the current Bana flower. After that, the angel had a heart."

Su Jin forced a smile and said, "The stories you tell are all weird and full of sad emotions."

"You don't like to hear it?"

"I don't like to hear it, so don't talk about it in the future."

"Okay." Yan Xilin brushed away the forehead hair that covered Su Jin's eyes, and gently pressed a kiss on his eyes, and what was hidden under his body was their hands holding hands.

After chatting for a while, the boat docked. At this time, it was getting dark, and the ferryman urged them to find a place to settle down, and finally issued a task: "The time here is different from that in Huangquan. You have to spend your life with Qin Shu. and prevent tragedy from happening."

Su Jin was wearing a mink coat, standing in the cold wind, secretly happy in her heart, restrained herself and asked politely: "Is there only one mission?"

"Three." The old man's voice was as cold as ice.

Su Jin was taken aback: "Huh? Has the price increased?"

The old man: "..."

This is obviously a nightmare in yellow characters. Is it because the three missions are relatively difficult?

The old man said coldly: "Other tasks have been assigned to other people." After speaking, regardless of Su Jin's objections, he shook the oar and left.

Su Jin stuck out her tongue towards the old man's back, turned to Yan Xilin and said, "This place seems to be a mountain. After the way up the mountain, other places are hidden in darkness. I guess we have to go up the mountain."

The mountain forest was dark and silent, and the entire forest was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere. The shadows of the trees were like giant beasts crouching, devouring all vitality.

Yan Xilin took Su Jin's hand, put it in her pocket, and replied "Yes" with a smile.

With you by my side, I have nothing to fear.

The author has something to say:

Please note that this copy is based on the radio drama "One Prayer to Heaven and Earth". In order to avoid infringement, I will omit a lot of plots.At the same time, I won't write too much about the background, because there are too many shackles in the literature of the Republic of China, and I am afraid that I will accidentally violate the boundaries.

When I prayed to heaven and earth, these four words were originally so festive, but now when I read these four words, I feel my nose sour and tears fill my eyes.Love this radio drama, strong Amway!