Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

There is no rain on Jinyun Mountain, and even the wind is kept under strict control. The sun spreads the light evenly on the mountain, like drying the rice, giving out the few vitality in the winter.

Li Shiyi took Song Shiji’s hand and walked up, followed by A Luo and A Yin. The mountain trail is still a bit muddy, fresh soil is stained on the soles of shoes, Song Nineteen buried his head and looked at the road, carrying a crescent-colored cheongsam skirt in one hand, and a circle of warm raccoon hair piled on the blue-black wool coat, itchy and crisp. Scratching her pointed chin crisply.

She looked sideways at Li Shiyi again. She was dressed in a cotton-colored long coat with waist and wide sleeves and a high collar. She lined her cold face as translucent as washed, and her black hair was braided like fish bones on top of her head and folded into looseness. The loose strands were pushed aside and draped on the front of the chest, becoming a full-color fur. Seeing Song Jiu looking at her, she raised her black gloved right hand and tightened the dark green cloak tightly.

Song Nineteen was also dissatisfied at this point. Li Shiyi’s hand was terribly delicate, it was still covered for the first time, only to show her the faintly bright wrist.

Li Shiyi remembered that the last time she wore gloves was when she moved to the Tomb of the Thousand Years of Fierce in Henan ten years ago. The palm of her hand was sweaty when she turned the book the first night. She touched it twice, turned out the gloves and put them on, afraid of tomorrow. You can’t hold the cigarette stick.

Her hand is her heart, so she can’t see it when she closes her tension.

Obviously, it didn’t take long before I came back, but it seemed that I had not entered a mountain, the leaves were clean, the branches were withered and the branches were ridged, like a fish that has lost water, and the raised wooden bumps are pairs of dry fish eyes. Looked lifelessly at a few graceful girls.

Without the eerie sound of the wind, everything fell very straightforward.

Fortunately, there has been no “ghost hitting the wall” in the past two months, and there have been a few pedestrians on the mountain path. The hunters who chopped wood passed by, and the basket was bumped, bringing a cold sweaty wind, glanced at them, and hurried down the mountain.

The road was asked by the wandering spirit at the foot of the mountain, and when I walked inside, the path became narrower, the fallen leaves were covered with water and covered with water, and scattered paper money was covered on it, and the flowers were added to the ground. Some colors. The paper money went up to the mountain, and a small grave was erected on the side at the end. The soil was very new, and I thought it was a new burial.

Ayin leaned his neck and glanced at it, and said with a smile: “This is a hilltop, but it’s still spacious.”

Disrespectful of the world and not jealous of ghosts and gods, has always been such an arrogant appearance.

Now cuddling next to King Yama, it is a bit more frantic that the fox fakes the tiger’s might.

A Luo Rourou smiled, did not speak, just led her forward. Along the stream and around half a mountain, the foreheads of the few people who walked were sweaty. Song Jiu pulled a handful of greasy fluff between his neck, and he looked up and saw a simple fortune-telling booth by the side of the road.

The stall was very ordinary in the bleak winter scene, and it was usually very abrupt. A half-person wide wooden table stands upright with a blue and white cloth signboard, with the cursive “calculation” in the center.

The words were halfway down, showing some deep and long-lasting mottles. An elderly white-bearded man with drooping eyelids was shrinking behind the stall. His cheeks were so thin that he was bulging, his neck squashed on the seat, and when he saw the visitor, his eyes flicked slowly between the brow bones. After he flicked, he took out his holding hands and asked with a smile, “Girls, do you tell me fortune-telling?”

His throat was hoarse, like a broken bellows, he said a little bit of breath, and there was the adhesion of old phlegm stuck in his throat, as if his fingernails were scratched on the eardrum twice, and it sounded extremely uncomfortable.

Li Shiyi lifted his eyes and glanced twice, and took Song Jiu’s hand to move forward, and settled in front of the stall. The cold fragrant wind sent the shadow to the table with a short leg, and the old man stopped the motion of shaking his knees against the wooden table.

“What’s arrogance?” she asked.

The old man’s face was shrunk, like a bunch of flowers that had been tanned, his eyes swept back and forth, and he laughed: “Marriage, numerology, dreaming, choosing auspiciousness.”

Because it was the girls who didn’t open their faces, they put the marriage on the front line.

Li Shiyi stretched out his hand, flipped through a blue leather booklet on the left with his gloved fingertips, and asked, “How to calculate it?”

“Bazi, test characters, tortoise shell, astrology.”

Ayin snorted and stepped forward to leaning on the table: “This is a face-to-face divination, grandma is an expert. I ask you, what kind of teacher do you have and what school do you learn?”

Seeing Li Shiyi’s question unhurriedly, she knew there was a reason, and then passed on a word.

“Girl, you are full of spring breeze, you must be happy.” The old man squinted without getting annoyed. He grinned his front teeth and shook his head. “Patriarch Wang Chan, are you familiar?”

“Guiguzi!” Ayin sneered and moved his waist. “Mr. Gua in Sijiucheng Hutong, eight out of ten are the great, great, great, great-grandsons of Guiguzi.”

“What about the remaining two?” Song Jiu asked.

“The remaining two have a bigger tone. They are great, great, great and grandsons.”

Aluoqu pointed his finger against his lower lip and smiled very reservedly. The old man still smiled, and pulled back the Lan Pi’er booklet that Li Shixi had knocked on, and placed it neatly in the center, without raising his head, saying, “The girl doesn’t count, just let it go.”

“I count.” Li Shiyi said.

The old man raised his eyebrows and stared at her, thinking and blinking his eyelids, and then poked his neck out of his neck, and he was amused: “That’s good, what is a girl?”

Li Shiyi slid a piece of white paper over, and cast his eyes to the brush on the side.

The brush was frozen hard, and the old man smirked, then moistened it twice in his mouth, and then moistened it with the ink that was still and solidified, and handed it to Li Shiyi backhand, and he didn’t even care about wiping the corners of his mouth. Ink, only staring at the rice paper enthusiastically: “Written vertically on the birthday, starting from here, the layout is better.”

Li Shiyi did not dislike it, pursed his lips and smiled, set up a pen in a kind-hearted manner, and wrote two words of grace under the eyes of the old man.

“Birthdays don’t have to be.” She handed the words to the old gentleman.

The gentleman saw it clearly, his face was condensed with a smile, and he looked at Li Shi half of the time with his eyes slanted, and still laughed: “This is?”

“My name.” Li Shi kept getting up.

The old man raised the paper a bit, looked at it, and looked at Li Shiyi again. The word “Lingheng” came out on the back of the paper, making his hands tremble inexplicably.

Li Shiyi lowered his eyes and listened, but saw that he put the paper on the table, put the pen, ink, and paper into the blue cloth pocket with his neck dangling three or two times, wrapped the booklet, and stood up with his neck curled. : “Forget it!”

He bowed his back and just turned around, but saw the frail girl in the long skirt drop down the umbrella she was holding, and it could stand in front of him, and the shadow oppressively covered the end of his nose. The girl was holding an umbrella, still with a weeping willow figure and a warm voice, and asked him, “Why not forget it?”

At the end of the speech, she shook her wrist, and the umbrella was holding the old gentleman back. The old man was unstable and staggered, but a pair of hands holding a cigarette stick appeared on her side, and a crimson belt wrapped him around her waist. Pick, catch it with the other hand, and yank it back.

The screams like slaughter of pigs rang out at once, and the miserable ones in the wilderness, Ayin and Song Shijiu came back to their senses, fixed their eyes, and what kind of trousers did Li Shiyi catch? The belt is clearly a long hairy, alive, trembling tail.

A Yin exclaimed and raised his hand to cover his lips.

A Luo smiled lightly, reached forward and stretched out his hand behind the dull old man’s ears. After a slight dig, she peeled off a fishy face. She squeezed it in her hand and held it behind her. The monster facing him said, “Where are you going?”

Seeing that the fate gate was pinched, and hearing this, he realized that the struggle was useless, so he put his hand down, revealing a hairy face that looked like a monkey or not a monkey. The facial features are the same, for example, they are much younger and immature, and the skin under the miscellaneous hair is faintly red, and it looks like a young man with a shorter stature.

The corners of its mouth were grinning upwards, still a natural smiling face, but the corners of its eyes drooped down, as if dejected.

It wanted to ask itself where the flaws were exposed, but it frowned and said in vain that no one had seen a fortune-telling stand in this wilderness.

However, Li Shiyi asked, “Qin Qisu passed through and learned about the past, but why did he start the business of Asking Gua?”

Gui Gui wanted to speak, and his tail hurt when he moved, so he grinned and motioned to Li Shiyi to let go. Li Shiyi withdrew in accordance with the words, still carrying its precious tail, listening to it: “It is through the past, but I don’t know the future, know the future without knowing the consequences, and regretful things, this is the hard practice. The way of prophecy.”

After it finished speaking, when Ah Yin frowned and looked at it strangely, he was very unconvinced, and raised his voice: “If I am not happy, I have pursuits, ideals, and desire to improve and perfect?”

“Why are you so angry?” Ah Yin was so frightened that he pulled his chin away, paused, and then asked him, “Since you have such an ideal, why don’t you do the business that was just delivered to the door?”

Hearing the words, Qi Qi drooped his ears: “It’s useless.”

Yubi it very sadly glanced at the lanterns that were blocking it, and pointed them one by one: “President, King Hades.”

It stopped, thinking about the two tightly clasped ten fingers, and then clicked on Song Jiu Tong Ayin: “Mrs. Fujun, wife of Yan Wang.”

“Four big Buddhas are coming home today. I haven’t counted it yet. Can I still eat my bowl of rice?”

Song Nineteen powdered his cheeks, and whispered softly: “Everyone has their own way of fate. You have this unique ability. It is very remarkable. As the saying goes, Daohui will hurt, so why do you have to be proficient in everything?”

Huxiu took a serious look at her, but felt that the eyes were dazzling, and he was so familiar with it that he couldn’t remember it for a while.

There are so many facts in its mind, and it still needs to do something if it wants to figure it out in detail.

Song Jiu said again: “Today I am going up the mountain, but I also want you.”

It guessed this. Originally, it was about to use Joe to make a few scores, but suddenly felt a pain in the tail, and was pinched by Ryujitsu, so it had to gather its eyes and ask, “What’s the matter?”

Song Jiu was silent and said: “I don’t remember who I am. I want to ask you who I am.”

“It’s easy.” He took a handful of his own scarf and hat, squared it, cleared his throat, and raised his chin to Li Shi. Li Shiyi let go of the long tail, and Arrow also took the umbrella, but saw the stubborn stubbornness reaching out his hand towards her.

Arrow came to understand it three or two times, and returned the clenched dough to it. Suddenly put it on carefully, stroking two more, still crouched into the posture of a worldly expert, then slowly walked to the desk, flipped through the Blue Pier booklet, and pulled out a little The hard paper, thought for a while before handing it out, and said to Li Shixi sideways: “Master Lingheng.”

Li Shiyi frowned and listened to it sincerely saying: “Someday my soul will return to Mount Tai, and I will enter the cycle of reincarnation. You will arrange for me a fortune teller’s life style, the one who is the most proficient, will it succeed?”

The little monkey was a bit funny with respect and respect. Ah Yin couldn’t hold back a “poof”, but saw it turn his face and say, “This is an ideal.”

“Auntie…” When grandma’s arrangement is ideal, you still don’t know which hill it is on.

Ah Yin glanced at Ah Luo, after all he was holding back, only to subdue softly: “Yes, yes, yes.”

Huo was so angry now. Seeing Li Shixi nod his head and knowing that he heard it, he handed out the paper with joy, and then immersed himself in his pen: “A little clue, sporadic memory, is there any wow? Write it on top, one or two. Just one word.”

Song Jiu took the pen, thought about it, and leaned over to write a “nine”.

The simple strokes took shape in her breath, and the omissions that had been left behind were also taken shape in the side of Song Jiu’s concentrating lips. With a “chuckle” in her heart, she could not help but pull her back. Straighten up.

Seeing the nineteenth book of Song Dynasty was over, Guilin took it with both hands, looked at it in silence for a while, coughed twice, and said, “Come with me.”

The group of people walked up the mountain with the yin, and the winding mountain road could not see the end. After about half an hour, the falling night gradually shrouded the quiet surroundings. Fortunately, the view from the top of the mountain is wide, and you can see the stretches of the mountain. Huadeng, with clusters of mountain flower-like farm fireworks halfway up the mountain.

The lights were reflected in a crescent-shaped water source. Only then did 狌 stop, walked back and forth a few steps around the small lake, chose the brightest terrain, sat down, gasping for white breath behind him. Song Jiu stretched out his hand: “Hair.”

Song Jiu stared at Li Shixi in a daze, stretched out a long hair and handed it to it.

Sui Su did not know when he took out a thin silver needle, passed the curvy hair through the eye of the needle, stretched it slightly, and immersed himself in embroidering along the “nine”.

After embroidering one piece, the characters were still not covered, and Guilin stretched out his hand again, and Song Shijiu handed it up again in a kind-hearted manner. Then came the second and third.

She watched the movements of the scumbags flying up and down, and touched her long curly hair with fear. Fortunately, Li Shiyi asked “Nine”. If it was a difficult character beside it, she was afraid that she would be bald.

Wan Lai was very quiet, only the sound of rustling leaves and the gurgling water, only the occasional dog barking of nearby people was a bit like a human smell. Song Jiu sat on the lake with his knees bent and his head resting on his arm to watch. Li eleven.

Every needle and thread of 狌狌 knits her past, but she is no longer nervous, nor panic. She has never been so calm, and has never looked like a blank piece of paper. She felt that she had something unshakable. This determination made her steadfast and calm. She could look at Li Xi in any capacity and through any emotion, as long as she was still by her side.

Then she needn’t be afraid of anything.

Song Nineteen trembled his eyelashes and heard Qi Qi say: “It’s done!”

She straightened up, her hands stuffed with embroidered paper. Qiang said: “Sit cross-legged, pinch the embroidered word with both hands, close your eyes.”

Song Jiu glanced at Li Shiyi, and then closed it in accordance with Yan.

The characters embroidered with hair gradually became hot in her hand, burning her palms hotly. The snake was nourished by bone and blood. After sleeping enough, she woke up from hibernation. She poked her head out of the veins between her phalanx, tentatively. Spit out the letter, and then happily rushed to the limbs.

The light penetrating through the eyelids struggling for two times and then disappeared, and the lightly smiling Li Shiyi in his brain flashed twice as well. The breath and the mountains and the night contained in the ears were all gone. There were no birds or birds. Swimming fish, there is no active breath, only endless endless darkness.

Song Nineteen bowed his head as if entering Ding, Ah Yin bit his lower lip and grabbed his clothes nervously. A Luo held the lantern silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, Li Shiyi only looked at Song Jiu, with no expression on his face, except that the flickering eye wave led her faintly shaking fingertips, and then sank again.

A magnificent and fascinating epiphany bloomed in her eyes, inheriting the ghosts of night, the clarity of the lake, the wide openness of the mountains, and the independence of the pavilions in the legacy of Konggu. Song Nineteen’s red lips were slightly opened, and the hair behind his head was pulled and rolled slightly.

Li Shixi Ning was concentrating, but he heard a faint sound of “collapsing”, rolling away from his ears, and then there was a rapid uproar at the foot of the mountain and the middle of the mountain.

The exclaimed human voice was short and hurried, rising all around and scattered like birds and beasts, as if it was just a sense of existence of the world beating gongs and drums. Ah Yin frowned and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Arrow raised his eyes and said softly: “The lights around are all off.”

Ah Yin then withdrew from the tense atmosphere and noticed the strangeness around him. The circuit at the foot of the mountain for the magnificent western-style building to light up half of the sky was cut off, the red lanterns of the majestic old mansion were all extinguished, and the kerosene lamps, pressure lamps, steam lamps, and the earthen stoves in the mountains remained unextinguished for many years. All of the stars buried their heads, all surrendered in the most primitive darkness.

And the faint light of Song Jiu’s eyebrows was the only salvation in the dark night.

Seeing her eyelids twitching abruptly, Guilin made a dumb voice and asked her, “What did you see?”

“I saw… the candle.” Song Jiu didn’t open his eyes, hesitated.

Yingying shimmer, shaking.

He gave a sneer smile: “Candle, right now.”

The hesitation on Song Jiu’s face descended like a low tide, her pursed lips slowly let go, with a faint smile, her eyebrows were arrogant and open, hiding her disdainful gesture only a little bit.

She heard the hoarse voice saying-candlelight, so she was right.

“Nine Yin Yin, Master Nine.”