The outside of the cave is pattered, the cave is gloomy and cold, and the stench is hard to catch. There is no second exit inside, it is a dead hole.
Leaning on the little monkey, he sat on a rock in the entrance of the cave to take shelter from the rain. He heard the loud slamming sound in the cave, turned his head and looked into the cave, and saw a group of bats crushed by the black, all slapped one foot long. The wings of his, pounced straight towards this side.
He was shocked, and was about to dodge to avoid it, but the bats flew out of the cave in swarms.
Watching the bat fly away, he turned his head and looked into the cave. Due to the rain outside, the dusk was approaching, and the inside was a little dark, and there were piles of rot and cobwebs. It looked a little scary.
The little monkey climbed up, sitting on the thigh in front of him and squeaking. He was about to take his gaze back to tease it when he suddenly saw the vaguely written words on the wall of the cave, and he couldn't help but wonder: "This place is not well-traveled. How can there be words? Could someone have lived here?" "
The curiosity rose, and he raised his foot and walked inward a few steps. As expected, there were handwritings on the walls. It's just that it's a long time, and there is a lot of dust on the handwriting, which is not really true.
Two steps forward, he reached out his hand to wipe the dust on the words, stumbled on the ground, almost didn't fall, stared down, couldn't help but be shocked, I saw a pile of bones under my feet, and the skeleton was deeply sinking. A pair of pupils, staring at him, are terrifying, they are personal heads.
Since the death of his parents, Xiao Ying has had countless bizarre experiences, but it was the first time that Skeleton saw it. He couldn't help but ran away a few steps hurriedly, thinking that the deceased would be the greatest, bowed and worshiped the bones three times before turning around. He was about to leave in a hurry, only to feel that his right foot was caught by something, and with a bang, he fell firmly to the ground. Looking back, it was the trouser legs that were wrapped around the ribs of the white bone, he couldn't help but smiled, he was relieved, got up and flew away from the cave, and went to another place to shelter from the rain with the little monkey.
The white bones and the words on the wall of the cave are constantly turning over in his mind, thinking that one day, he will die like those white bones in unknown place, where the bird can't fly out, and my heart is extremely uneasy. .
The rain stopped at night, and fireflies flew in groups among the bushes and flowers. The fireflies here are more than twice as big as the ones outside.
Xiao Ying was in a desperate situation. She was annoyed by the mosquitoes at night. She thought of a way to soak silkworm cocoons in water to make them soft and make them into transparent gauze sacs. At night, they caught fireflies and put them in the gauze sacs. In the middle, a dozen gauze sacs are filled, twisted together, and hung on a branch. Such a lantern made of hundreds of fireflies is as bright as a real lantern. When he slept, he hung it next to the tree, and the mosquitoes were afraid of light, so they hid away.
Seeing the fireflies flying all over the sky, he was happy, he took out the gauze sac from his arms, put the big fireflies into it, filled it with knots, and went to install another one, so that it was twenty. A few bright sacs, then tied the capital to the branch, led the little monkey, and returned to the hole that was sheltered from the rain during the day.
He inserted the lantern made of fireflies between the walls, without looking at the pile of bones on the ground, picked up a branch that was about to come in from outside the cave, and swept away the cobwebs and dust on the wall. The dense handwriting on the walls suddenly appeared. Revealed.
The fonts of these characters are vigorous, with a stroke and a stroke, they are all sunk deep on the wall, and all of these characters are smooth, as if they were actually written with a brush. With this look, he was immediately dumbfounded, thinking that the rocks in the cave are as hard as iron. It is impossible to say that these characters are written with a brush. From the handwriting of each character, it is also possible. There are no traces of knives and chisels.
"How on earth are these characters carved on the stone wall? They look like finger-carved." He was secretly surprised: "Able to write letters on this hard as iron stone wall with his hands, the inner strength of the person who engraved is really incredible!"
The text on the cave wall was densely packed, and Xiao Ying didn't even look at it at the moment. He turned to look at the skeleton. The head was too big, the arms were broad and the shoulders were wide, and it looked like a male skeleton.
He was puzzled. There was no one in here, so how could anyone die here? But after another thought, this person was afraid that he would not be able to get out after falling off the cliff.
Thinking of this, he felt a chill in his heart, and the chill reached the bottom of his feet. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "If these words are really dead, this person engraved them with his hands. After getting out, Xiao Ying gave up my thoughts as soon as possible and waited for death here."
Looking at the pile of bones next to me, I thought that in a few decades at most, I would die alone in this Jedi cave, no one knew, no one buried it, my eyes were red, and I couldn't help crying in a daze. Come.
Self-pity hurts myself for a while, thinking that I am alone and have been here for a long time, and look at what is written on the stone wall, or you can find some clues from it, and leave here.
Now, from right to left, we will continue to look at it word by word from the beginning.
At the beginning was a poem, the poem said: "Qing Luo Xiao fan Bai Lanhua, slender waist jade belt dancing sky yarn. Suspected fairy came down, smile and win Xinghua."
I thought, this poem is praising a peerless beauty, and the writer is in this desperate situation, and his heart is so leisurely and content, engraving some soft-spoken poems on the stone wall, I want to be an infatuated master .
The next thing was a sudden turn of the pen, and he wrote about how he came here.
It turned out that more than a hundred years ago, this man became a criminal of Tang Tingqin, and he had no intention of finding a large treasure.
The news spread like wildfire, and it didn't take long for the whole country to be raged, so regardless of the underworld and the white road, everyone robbed this batch of treasures and killed the world in darkness and blood stained the rivers and lakes.
The imperial court feared that the treasure would be seized by others, and used it to raise troops to subvert Datang's rivers and mountains, and sent tens of thousands of elite soldiers to apprehend it, hoping to return the treasure to the imperial court.
Suddenly, he became a target of public criticism. Although he had masterful power, he finally got nowhere to escape under the siege of the martial arts and the imperial court, and jumped off the cliff.
Xiao Ying was thrilled to read this person's peculiar experience, and there was a heroic and tragic end in it. But I don't know why he is talking about so many stories about himself in this deserted place
"If it wasn't a coincidence that made me fall into desperation, who would come to see the story on this stone wall in thousands of years? I don't know why he has become a court felon again. There must be a thrilling story behind it?"
The fonts in the following pages are messy, and the characters carved on the cave wall are much deeper than the previous ones. Between the lines, there is a sad and lingering meaning everywhere. Presumably, the person who wrote was emotionally ups and downs at the time, and the words he wrote were a bit messy.
One paragraph reads: "A Huan, you and I have been separated for more than 20 years. I don’t know how you are now? I have a masterful martial arts, but I can’t protect you and make you suffer all kinds of insults. I am a man and a martial arts. A generation of masters. For more than twenty years, I have been thinking of you all the time, and I really want to fly to see you with my wings. But in this place where birds can't fly out, seeing you has become my endless dream. Alas, I Time is running out. We will never see each other in this life. I only hope that the next life will bloom with you..." The last two sentences read: "Forever, this hate will never end!"
The above verse seems to be a whim of the man, who waved his hand casually, eclectic, and very different from the handwriting used to narrate the story.
After reading these two poems, Xiao Ying continued to read down, only to feel the tragic style of the story below. Almost every few sentences, he would mention the person "A Huan". I don't know who "A Huan" is or he is. Wife, or lover? Presumably this man was unwilling to die in such obscurity, and wrote down the story of him and his beloved on the wall of the cave.
Then I thought: "This pair of lovers love each other forever, seeing each other indefinitely, it is really pitiful. Alas, Wan'er... That's because I live outside, Wan'er misunderstands me, she will never pay attention to me anymore. I'm going to come down. This person is in a desperate situation and has nothing, but at least there is still someone who is unforgettable in his heart; and I Xiao Ying... I Xiao Ying..."
Thinking that there are so many people that I miss, but if I want to talk about the unforgettable lovesickness, naturally I only think of Li Wan'er. I only felt that Wan'er was indeed a very good girl, and she missed her naturally, but she couldn't talk about the unforgettable lovesickness.
Then I thought: "Falling into such a high cliff, no one will believe that there is life. Wan'er only said that I am dead, even if she liked me very much before, but as time goes by, no matter how good the memory is, there will be Become bleak and dull. In a short while, she will forget me and form a new love. She and Brother Han were good at first, without my existence, they... They formed the Qin and Jin dynasties, I am afraid it would be a matter of course. Fortunately, Wan'er doesn’t have to be haggard for me anymore, and I don’t need to suffer from lovesickness."
But then I changed my mind and thought: "In the future, when I die, I will have nothing in my heart, and I will not be able to write such affectionate words. If someone comes after death, then I will not recognize who I am. My story... No love. The story is mixed together, and the story that sounds beautiful is not a story. It turns out that I am a person without a story, only a pile of bones after death. Alas, this life is really called a vain life! No, I think more about it. Wan'er, I, Xiao Ying, don't want to be a heartless, loveless, storyless person!"
After reading a few paragraphs, Xiao Ying felt that the story of this man and the "A Huan" was very beautiful and moving, so he read it carefully from the beginning. The story goes: Tang Xuanzong, July 22nd year of Tang Kaiyuan Princess Xianyi's daughter held a wedding in Chang'an. Princess Xianyi is the sweetheart of one of my best friends. The two originally fell in love with each other. Later, Princess Xianyi was married by her father and will marry someone else. My old friend and her eloped on the day of their wedding, staying together for life regardless of heaven and earth. On the day of the wedding, I was entrusted by this old man to rob the marriage. It’s not to exaggerate Haikou. At that time, my martial arts were free to enter and exit the palace courtyard. Alas, there was an accident in the world, but this matter was done for me...