[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

There are a few peach branches planted in front of the door, and a few peach blossoms are blooming on them, slanting in response to the spring light.

At this time of year, the spring silkworms have not yet started to weave silk, but this year, there will be no silkworms to raise.

Two new graves under the peach tree.In this day and age, it is very easy for people to die. If a young woman or a young son dies in the mountains, no one will bother.But in this world, there are still people who will feel sorry for them.

The door opened and a man stepped out.In just one year, he was as shriveled as if he had aged ten years.

Liu Yan leaned on a cane and walked to the two graves.He stood there without moving, and the morning passed like this.

"How did they die?"

Yang Chan suddenly spoke behind his back, Liu Yan turned his head, maybe he had been disheartened for a long time, and he was no longer surprised like before.

"It's you." He said flatly.

"It's me," Yang Chan said, "You still remember."

"Why don't you remember?" Liu Yan squeezed out a wry smile, "You saved me from the mouth of a monster, and I, Liu Yan, will never forget your kindness in my life. Cough cough..."

"Last autumn, a lung disease spread in the village at the foot of the mountain. No one knew how to treat it. Ahem... a lot of people died..." Liu Yan squatted down with difficulty and brushed a withered grass on the grave, "I I often go down the mountain to exchange food, so I was the first to get infected. My wife took care of me, but I didn’t expect to be affected by me... And our two-year-old child... They will die before winter... ..."

He bit his lip involuntarily, it was difficult to continue speaking.The spring breeze was warm, and it was obviously not cold at all, but his face was pale and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

This person is also dying.

"Extend your hand, let me feel the pulse." Yang Chan said, "I know some medical skills, maybe I can save your life."

"No need," Liu Yan slowed down, straightened up with a cane, "You've already saved me once, and you can't save me forever. So, forget it." He said as he slowly moved into the room : "Besides, my wife and children are already dead, and I have lost the one I love so much. I have no meaning in this world. Why don't I go to Huangquan and accompany them."

Yang Chan followed him into the house, confused and said: "Wife can marry again, and children can be born again. You are a mortal, how many mortals don't want to live?"

"However, how many people are only willing to live?" Liu Yan stopped, turned to her and smiled, "The grass and trees in the mountains are alive, and the cattle and sheep raised by people are alive, but the grass and trees are ruthless, and the cattle and sheep are alive." Waiting to be slaughtered, who wants to be ruthless vegetation, cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered... The only one I love in my life is my wife. I only want to get married with her and have children. Some passers-by..."

"Passenger?"

"A friend who nods, sees it, and forgets it."

"So I'm a visitor too?"

"For you, I am also a passer-by," Liu Yan continued, "For you, how long can I live..."

Yang Chan pondered, what this man said was the truth.For example, since he chose to die of illness, she would definitely not stop him.There is a layer of dead air floating around him, and he will not survive for a few days.After he died, she would continue to walk her Yangguan Road, but he had to go down to the underworld to walk the Naihe Bridge.

Liu Yan went into the room and poured a glass of water for Yang Chan. He had no strength and was not good at entertaining guests, but just pouring a glass of water, a few simple movements made him cough and wheeze.

"Forget it," he froze for a while, then poured the poured water onto the ground again, "If you drink the water from my house, there is no guarantee that you will get sick too, so you should not drink it."

"You are the only one left in your family?" Yang Chan asked.

"Yes," the man brushed the dusty straw mat on the ground with his sleeve, "sit."

Yang Chan was still standing, the ground was too cold, she didn't like to sit.

The man misunderstood that she disliked her own decorations, and said awkwardly: "Alas... Actually, what are you here for?"

"I don't know." Yang Chan replied, "I don't have a reason for what I do, I come here when I want to."

Liu Yan leaned against the wall and sat down: "Aren't your family worried when you come here?"

"When I was five years old, my family was slaughtered, and only my second brother and I were left." Yang Chan paused, "My second brother is already married. The day I first met you, they were happy .But I haven't seen him for a long time."

"why?"

"He can't see me now, and I don't want to see him. Having relatives means not having..."

"Where do you live?"

“Places to live abound.”

"what?"

"I don't have a home, I can live wherever I want, and I don't stay in one place for too long anyway."

"Why?"

"If you stay in one place for a long time, you will get bored. I want to travel around, and when I have traveled all over the country, maybe I will go to a farther place until..."

"Until what?" Liu Yan asked, with some regret in his tone.

"My second elder brother said that there is a god in the world, who is formed by Taoism, named Zhujiuyin. When he opens his eyes, he is bright, and when he closes his eyes, he is dark, so there are day and night in the world; his exhalation is summer, and his inhalation is summer. It is winter, so the world has the alternation of four seasons..."

"That's Candle Dragon, it's just a legend..."

"But I want to find it," Yang Chan said. "Some people say it is a dragon, but in my opinion, I'm afraid it is nothing. Maybe it never existed, but maybe it is everywhere."

"Why would you want to find something like that?"

"Because I want to prove something."

"Prove what?"

"Prove..." She thought for a while, "I don't know what to prove... It's just an idea that always urges me to find it, to prove something, but even if I do find it, what should I do?" what?"

So that person stopped asking.

"You're such an interesting guy," he said.

"You think I'm interesting?" Yang Chan asked curiously.

"Is not it?"

"You still think I'm human?" Yang Chan asked again.

"Don't you think so?"

"I have lived for more than 100 years, and I have always been in this shape. I don't think I am a human being."

"How can that be done?" Liu Yan coughed for a while before saying, "You have only lived for more than 100 years and you have such an idea. Then in the future, when you live 200, 300, or even 1000 years, what should you do?" What do you think?"

"How can I know the future."

Liu Yan sighed: "By then, you will be alone..."

"Even if I'm lonely and pitiful, I still can't die," Yang Chan said, "It's better to think about it. I have time that ordinary people can't match. What I can do can be ten times, a hundred times, a hundred times that of others. I think that's fine."

"So, you're an interesting person."

They chatted one after another, Liu Yan's expression gradually regained a little anger, but the sky gradually darkened.

The sides of his pale cheeks had a sickly blush, a sign of another attack.Liu Yan coughed for a while, and covered his mouth with his sleeve; when he moved away, there was a smear of blood on the sleeve.

"Why don't you leave here?" Yang Chan asked, "Anyway, you are planning to die. If you live at the bottom of the mountain, at least there will be villagers to help bury you. Now that you die here, there is no one to bury you. What's the trouble?"

"Because I want to die beside my wife and children." Liu Yan leaned against the corner of the wall and said in a low voice, "When a person dies, there is no place to bury him. No one cares about my death here, and the house is my coffin, which is fine. "

"But you are still alive, thinking that you will definitely die here, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid," Liu Yan responded, "Whoever is not afraid of death, I am naturally afraid."

"Then why..."

"When I think about reuniting with them, I am naturally not afraid."

Yang Chan frowned: "Then if I say, you won't see them again after you die, so what?"

"Then I can only smile wryly," Liu Yan said, "Anyone will die."

She couldn't understand: "I don't have the feelings of the world, so I don't understand what you mean."

"It means that no matter what, if a person's heart is dead, it doesn't matter whether his body is dead or not. I live now just to remember my wife and children. When I die, I am afraid that no one will remember them again." It's..."

After Liu Yan finished speaking, he coughed violently again. He bent down so badly that he couldn't support his body anymore, and fell to the ground while leaning on the wall.

He curled up, coughing like a shrimp waiting to be cooked.With every tremor of his body, sickness and death came out one by one.In Yang Chan's eyes, the hut was filled with dead air and miasma, and she wouldn't be able to stay there for a moment in any other place.

She stood still and said quietly: "Then... I will stay with you for a few days. You are dying, and when you die, I will bury you, just like you bury your wife and children. Although you are just a passerby, But I will remember you. Since I can't die, I will always remember it, just like you remember your wife and children now..."

"why……"

"I don't know," Yang Chan didn't want to hide from the dying man, "Perhaps, it's true what the old man said, because you look like my second brother..."

"Is that so...hehehe, that's how it is..." He coughed a little self-deprecatingly again, "I...just happen to have the same face as your second brother...you don't need to care so much about me..."

"Yes, you are absolutely right, so I am also wondering why I should care about you." She walked to the lying man and looked down at him, "You are a mortal, what should I care about? "

She stretched out her hand and raised his chin: "But don't worry, the decision I made will not change. I said I would bury you, so I wouldn't leave you alone because of a momentary confusion."

Yang Chan really stayed with him for a few days.She accompanies him, chats with him, but doesn't take care of him.She didn't like to take care of anyone, so, in fact, she was waiting for him to die.

She thought that she was dying for someone she didn't know before.

She predicted well. After a few days, Liu Yan really died.He was lying in place all the time, and he could talk at first, but he couldn't even speak for the last three days, and just kept falling asleep.

Perhaps the day when he walked out of the house was the last flashback.He did what he should do, his life is over, he should go.

On the evening of the last day, Liu Yan finally woke up.It wasn't very late, and the dim room was still lit. He opened his eyes blankly and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Want to drink water?" Yang Chan asked, "Maybe this is your last sip of water."

"You... are going to send me off, aren't you?"

"Yes," Yang Chan asked again, "Do you want some water?"

Liu Yan shook his head, he was so weak that he shook his head very slowly: "You..."

"Call me A Chan." Yang Chan moved closer to him.

"Achan..." Liu Yan seemed to stop coughing, and he smiled, "I want...to hear you talk about Zhu Jiuyin again..."

Yang Chan nodded: "Candle Dragon Candle Dragon... holding a candle in his mouth is the fire essence of heaven and earth. The fire of Candle Dragon lasts forever and lasts forever..."

"But...there is nothing in the world that remains the same through the ages..."

"That's why my second brother said that if one day the candle dragon's fire goes out, all things will die, and the world will be replaced, it will be a catastrophe for the Three Realms."

"Really..." the man said, "You said that when Zhulong closed his eyes, it would be dark, right?"

"Correct."

"Achan, then... Candle Dragon just... closed its eyes... I can't see anything..."

Yang Chan turned her head to look out the window, there was still most of the sky outside that was not hidden by the twilight.She stretched out her hand and covered Liu Yan's eyes: "No, it's just that your eyes are closed."

"Really? Then I can see my wife..."

"Yes," Yang Chan said resolutely, "And Liu Yan, remember, you are just a mortal, and you can drink Mengpo soup as soon as you get on the Naihe Bridge... and I am just a passerby, you have never known me... "

As she spoke, she felt something strange under her palm.Then he removed his palm and found that Liu Yan was dead. His face was serene, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

Someone walked out the door.

She involuntarily chased the mortal's soul out of the house, and there was no one outside the house, only two peach blossoms trembled, and the spring breeze blew, and the petals scattered all over the ground.

……

"For the rest of the night, I dug a hole next to the two graves and buried Liu Yan well. Of the three graves, one is new. I also picked a peach blossom in the mountains and put it in Liu Yan Yan’s grave. The promise I made to him, I fulfilled. But the weird things have just begun.”