Lin Yan was still in a daze, with his fingers resting between his eyebrows, what happened just now, as if he had fallen into another world in an instant, his fingers still had the cold touch of that ghost's skin, how could he be so bold, throwing down his self-esteem that was desperately maintained? He couldn't help but clenched his teeth and moved a little further away from Xiao Yu.
When I went out in the morning, the weather was not so clear, the cool wind suddenly picked up, and the smell of earth rushed towards my face, as if it was going to rain, the buildings in the distance were like mirages attached to the void, faintly approaching, chasing him, he was caught The "memories" forgotten a hundred years ago are secretly dormant in the cracks of every blue brick in this ancient courtyard, waiting for him to approach.
A lot of people have gathered at the prize redemption stand. The host pretends to be a scholar and wears a square scarf, carefully adjusting the microphone.
There are a few small shops by the roadside. The staff set up stalls at the entrance to sell various folk items, and there is also a place to change clothes. Rows of improved Hanfu and flags are hung on the shelves. Visitors can rent them for money. Taking pictures, or simply wearing a garden tour, full of antiquity.
Lin Yan walked over to ask the price, and the peddler spoke in his local accent, stretched out two fingers, and said seriously, "Twenty taels of silver a day!"
Even the young master, who had always been self-confident and quiet, didn't hold back his laughter. Lin Yan rummaged through the clothes racks, picked out five outfits that were not too badly poisoned by ancient costume dramas, and sent them one by one: "Wear it for fun, it suits the scene."
A straight train is only worn with a long belt, and half an arm can be added at most, and the jeans will be exposed when the movement is too large. The tourists are very happy to dress up and are busy taking pictures. Xiao Yu was fiddling with the ghost mask and paper lanterns, Lin Yan was putting on his belt, the ghost turned his head and said softly: "I remember these, they are for the Lantern Festival."
"Lantern lighting, from the eighth day to the eighteenth day, the first day is called trial lamps, the fourteenth day of the first lunar month is a magic lamp, offering sacrifices to ancestors, the fifteenth day is a human lamp, to eliminate insects and evil spirits, and the last day is a ghost lamp, which is placed on the grave. Use this to get out of the ghost realm."
Lin Yan chose a lotus lantern and handed it to Xiao Yu: "Now I'm making money with these gimmicks, and if I have a chance, I'll use it to make a fuss, calling it the revival of Han culture, and it's a mess in the end."
Jokingly took two masks, the blue-faced and fangs Yaksha and the evil ghost, and gave him one: "Here, you look like this."
Yin Zhou squeezed out from the crowd to urge them: "Hurry up, both of you, it's about to start."
The host has already adjusted the microphone, joked on the stage, and lifted the red curtain with a swipe. The prize arrangement is written on the poster. The commemorative prize is a commemorative coin with the whole picture of the ancient city printed on it, and the fourth prize is a 50 yuan consumption token The third prize is a mobile phone, the second prize is a notebook, and the first prize is blank. There is a square box on the table in the center of the stage, wrapped in red silk and satin, deliberately leading tourists to guess.
"Now, please look at the number on the lower right corner of your ticket. Mr. X, an investor in Jinyang Ancient City, will draw a lottery for us." The host was impassioned.
The commemorative award and the fourth prize were announced in turn. The crowd shouted "Yeah, it's me" from time to time. They won the prize and went to the stage to accept the award with a smile. There were a lot of winners in these two categories, and it took a long time to announce the third prize. At that time, Lin Yan was already impatient, and pushed Yin Zhou: "Let's go, let's go, what's there to see."
Yin Zhou is confident: "Maybe there is something in the middle, just for a while."
"Come on, the two of us have never won anything more expensive than a washbasin since we were young in lottery draws and lottery tickets." Lin Yan muttered.
Soon the third and second prizes were over, and the audience focused on the red cloth box, and the host made a point of shutting it down: "This time the first prize is carefully prepared by us, and it is highly collectible and valuable." Commemorative value." As he spoke, he took the note from the investor and read out: "No. 141."
The audience in the audience lowered their heads to look at their tickets. No one came up to claim them. Yin Zhou pushed Lin Yan with his elbow: "Hey, how much are you?"
Lin Yan glanced at it and exclaimed, "It's me!"
"Go quickly, let's see something good." Satisfied, Yin Zhou rushed to the stage and waved his hand. While Lin Yan was on stage, he secretly pushed Ah Che's forehead, "Okay."
The little fox shook his head: "Look, our foxes have the most powerful spells."
Lin Yan climbed up to the stage, shook hands with the investor first, and then uncovered the red silk under the expectant eyes of the crowd, revealing the exquisite brocade box inside.
The box was slowly opened, and Lin Yan's eyes widened, and he took out a... a chicken that hadn't shed its feathers completely.
"Chicken?!" The audience was silent, and then the whispers turned into roars of laughter. The investors and the host blushed, looking for where their real prizes went.
When Lin Yan walked down the stage with the chicken in a daze, Yin Zhou was slapping Ah Che's butt: "What's the matter with you? What are you doing with the chicken? Where's the original thing!?"
Ah Che muttered aggrievedly: "It's not good, brother Lin Yan definitely doesn't like it, so I changed it!" After finishing speaking, he stared at the chicken and licked his lips, his eyes lit up, "Is there anything more delicious than chicken in the world?" Let's have this for lunch, shall we?"
Yin Zhou was so angry that his nose was smoking. Lin Yan stared suspiciously at the chicken in his hand, then at Yin Zhou and the fox who were making a fuss, and finally understood what happened.
"Okay, okay, the chicken is also very good, let's find a place to stew it." Lin Yan stuffed the hairless chicken to the fox, "There are haggis and old tofu over there, you wait, I'll buy a few, and I'll buy some. I'm really hungry."
There are several big pots on the roadside stalls, and the pot lids are steaming. The famous local food is filled with plastic bowls, which is convenient for tourists to satisfy their cravings while walking. Lin Yan ordered four servings, and was waiting for the mutton to come out of the pot, when the sky suddenly darkened, the crowd was commotion, and the bean-sized raindrops were crackling down, and the tourists ran in a hurry, people ran in front, and the rain chased after them. Like a child's face, it changes as soon as it is said, Lin Yan covered the rain with his sleeve, and when he hurried back, the four of them had already disappeared.
The bluestone brick road was covered with moss, wet and slippery. The crowd headed towards the ancient city to avoid the rain. Lin Yan followed suit. He took out his mobile phone to make a call, but found that there was no signal at all.
The bells in the distance echoed in the misty rain and mist. The rain was very urgent and menacing. After a while, the whole body was soaked, and the clothes were dripping wet. There were many tourists, and they used masks to block the rain, leaving only a pair of eyes from the rain. Looking for a way in the cave, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts pass by on the street, there are tiger heads, snake demons, white-faced dolls, and earth immortals, all wearing similar straight trains, walking in a hurry, no one can recognize the other .
Where did Yin Zhou and the others go
From far to near in the dim ancient city, Lin Yan walked through the archway with five arches, and stepped into it. Surrounded by rain and fog, the window papers of each house lit up a pale yellow light, like a city built in the void, sighing faintly in one breath. There was a sudden thunder, and it hit the top of his head. Lin Yan suddenly panicked. The fox's spells would be broken by the thunder. Where is the ghost who lost him now
After turning a bend, another turn, there was another memorial archway in front of him. After stepping on it, he didn't walk very far, only to see people on the street gradually thinning out. Occasionally, a few women walked against him, as if their feet were bound, staggering , posing in a lively pose, holding up an oil-paper umbrella, under the mask is a face hundreds of years ago, a grimace.
A thought came up for no reason, is this city a ghost town
Paper lanterns were lit up for no reason, and the light was dim. The peddler hurriedly closed the stall and carried the burden. Seeing Lin Yan stumbling around, he hurriedly greeted him: "Brother, don't walk around, do you know this is the case?" Where?"
Lin Yan pulled him and asked, "Did you see four people, oh no, three people, one of them was a seven or eight-year-old boy who was busy taking shelter from the rain just now and got separated."
"Or where is there a tourist service center that can broadcast?"
The peddler chuckled: "'People'? Every household in the city, how can there be a 'people'? The guest officer is joking."
Two businessmen with horses on the side of the road chatted as they walked, and one or two sentences fell into Lin Yan's ears: "This year, for some reason, the city was beating and knocking all day long, and a lot of weird people broke in early this morning, disturbing people's cleanliness. .”
Lin Yan suddenly froze in place, he has yin and yang eyes, he can see ghosts! Immediately closing his eyes, he saw figures in front of him, all of which were blue-black, and when they walked around, there was a long trail of blue smoke behind them. A hundred years have passed, but this ancient city restored on the original site has never died. It survives in another space and in another form, and it will live forever. Pipa, Miss went to the Xiulou, leaving the stories of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies behind.
"I went to the wrong place and came here by mistake, how can I get out?"
The peddler rolled his eyes and left carrying his load. A green-bearded Taoist came to meet him, holding a half-immortal yellow flag. He looked at Lin Yan carefully and said in surprise, "Young master, within seven days you will be bloody." , return home quickly, and don’t go any further.”
"Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. It's not that there is no retribution. The time has not come. The guest, let's go, and put aside all the injustices of the previous life. This is the way to resolve it."
Lin Yan pushed him away, twisted the water from the skein, and hurriedly found the way out. In a trance, he only heard a previous life clearly, and suddenly came to his senses, where is Xiao Yu? They were also separated like this before. In the distant time and the realm of life and death, they thought they would never see each other again, but unexpectedly he found him somewhere, and walked alone on the lonely road to the underworld... What was so good about Lin Yan in that life? , is it worth his persistence
Who said that love is not the cause and effect of the previous life, whether it is love at first sight, childhood sweetheart, or long-term love, in the vast sea of people, why did you meet that one, why did you choose him
The moss makes people's feet slippery, and the dark street scene and bleak rain and fog seem to float on the other side of the world. In the 23rd year of Chenghua, the scene at that time chased him, reminding him of the "previous life" he had forgotten in the void.
"Lin Yan!" shouted suddenly, Xiao Yu picked up a lantern and stood not far from the ancient street.
This scene was very familiar, and suddenly he recalled the day when he ran away from home, and he frantically looked for him. At the door of a strange movie theater on the North Fourth Ring Road, the ghost stood there in such a panic, waiting for him.
Lin Yan rushed over in a hurry, still in shock: "There is something wrong here, I saw people from ancient times, they talked to me..."
Xiao Yu pulled him to the side of the road, and said in a deep voice: "You are on the wrong road, this ancient city is divided into two worlds, human beings and ghosts, probably thunder drew out the entrance, follow me."
Turning into a tall and open compound, the first thing you see when you enter the door is an old screen wall, engraved with Zhu Zi's family motto: "It is advisable to plan ahead before it rains, and not dig a well when you are thirsty.
Self-presentation must be thrifty, and banquets must not linger.
Utensils are clean in nature, and earthenware pots are better than gold and jade;
The diet is about but fine, and the garden vegetables are more delicious. "
Passing through the courtyard full of weeds, eight carved doors are wide open, a screen with gold letters on a black background, and complex golden peonies seem to be thrown on people's faces. The two hold hands and pass through the atrium. Like a well, when you look up, you can see a square sky with fine raindrops floating. After passing Langyuan, the sandalwood rafters are covered with murals, which have turned yellow due to the day after day of sunlight.
Push open a double wooden door to the study, and the ghost leads it in front, as if entering a land without people.
"Be careful of the threshold." Xiao Yu held his hand, and under his feet was an elm wooden threshold, nearly one foot high, which had been kicked and trampled many times, so it was incomplete.
"Where are Yin Zhou and the others?" Lin Yan asked.
"They are all in the human world, only you are missing, take shelter from the rain first, and I will take you out when the sky clears."
Lin Yan nodded, chose a black-painted chair against the wall and sat down, twisted the water from the corner of his clothes vigorously, raised his head to look around, and wondered: "Why did you enter the private house? The ghost owner of this household is not here?"
"Yes." Xiao Yu said, seeing that Lin Yan still didn't understand, he smiled wryly, "Just don't remember, don't think about it."
The study room is spacious, with two black lacquered chairs placed against the wall at the entrance, a rosewood square table with celadon vases in the middle, and a large case facing the door. At the back is a pair of red sandalwood shelves, displaying jade carvings and antiques from the previous dynasty, and rows of bookshelves behind are filled with precious and smoky thread-bound books. "Huian Ci", written by Zhu Xi, preserves the principles of heaven and destroys human desires. Later, there will be "The Analects of Confucius", "Book of Songs", and "Mencius".
The two vermilion window lattices of the study room were faded by the sun in the west, and because of the rain, they were drowsy, with a thin ray of skylight, giving off a sense of desolation and desolation.
Lin Yan suddenly felt that the room looked familiar, so he walked over to check it one by one. His fingers ran across the surface of the porcelain, bucket color, blue and white, dots of ink, blue like the sky after rain, pink like a butterfly piercing flowers. Going to the bookshelf again, he moved a few volumes away, there was another compartment inside, reached in, took out a volume of "Sou Shen Ji", groped inside, and found a volume of "The Peony Pavilion", which was full of dust. Qipo was suddenly incomplete, he cried out in panic, "Xiao Yu, I've seen it before!"
Looking back, she met a pair of burning eyes, the scroll fell to the ground, and just as she was turning the page, Liu Mengmei picked up a portrait of Du Liniang in the garden. "A person like Du Liniang can be said to have a lover's ear. The love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deep. The living can die, and the dead can live. Those who live but cannot die, and those who die but cannot be resurrected are not the result of love."
"I knew you, a long time ago..." He intermittently put his arms around Xiao Yu's neck, stared into his eyes, the thirst in his throat was unbearable. Yu pushed him away, and said lightly: "You don't know me, you are Lin Yan, I only want you to be Lin Yan in this life."
"I know who I am." Lin Yan wrapped himself around his body, suddenly breathed rapidly, unable to control himself, and faintly uttered: "Xiao Lang..."
The ghost's face was shocked, and he let his kiss fall on his neck and slid to his chest in a daze. There was no one around, only two ancient souls, dressed in bright clothes that were changed into four different shapes by TV dramas, mingled together , in an era of extinction of human desires, love and hatred were kept secret, turned into a volume of evil books hidden deep in the bookshelf, because of the cover-up, it became more inflated, Lin Yan suddenly pushed Xiao Yu to the ground as if in revenge, and knelt down on him Between the legs, hugged fiercely like crushing bones.
Before I met him, the love I met was calm and indifferent. I just wanted to find a suitable person to live my whole life. When I fell in love with him, my life was full of twists and turns, turbulent waves, and everything would be killed if I didn't pay attention.
Who said that love has nothing to do with the sins of the previous life
It's fine to be sincere for a minute, but why is it that his eyes are not always looking at him? Inexplicable hatred and jealousy, hate to the bone, isn't it good for yourself? If he wants to love, he will accompany him to love, and if he wants to leave, he can't even say a word to keep him. He travels thousands of miles to find a lover from his previous life, and even fulfills the marriage contract together. Where does this ghost put him? Do you treat yourself like this
"You want me." He stared at Xiao Yu angrily, "Are you willing?"
"I can't." Xiao Yu turned his face away.
"You do not dare?"
The ghost was suddenly touched by a sore spot, and he yanked open his skirt, took off the straight skirt embroidered with curled ears, lifted the hem of Lin Yan's T-shirt and kissed it from his abdominal muscles, sucked hard, and kissed his lips, all of a sudden. His lust was like a karmic fire that burned both of them to ashes. Neither of them was rational. There is nowhere to escape.
The audience was full of the words of the saints, and the onlookers were unbearable to watch them.
"Does it hurt?" Just an inch deep, seeing Lin Yan biting his lip, Xiao Yu stopped and kissed him gently.
"Come in." Lin Yan wrapped his legs around his waist, sweating from the pain, and hugged him stubbornly, "Press harder."
"Fool, don't die."
"You're so fucking stupid. Why are you thinking about someone who has been dead for so many years?" Lin Yan endured the discomfort of his body being stretched inch by inch, and asked him through gritted teeth: "Who am I? Who do you think I am? "
The ghost kissed his forehead wet with cold sweat: "Lin Yan, my Lin Yan."
The hard object moved up and down in his body, Lin Yan uncontrollably swallowed the groan in his throat with his fist, and greedily looked at Xiao Yu's emotional expression, his two long brows knit into pimples, every time he sank into the depths, Uncontrollable heavy breathing.
The more pleasure he felt, he became eager and anxious, pulling Xiao Yu to make him lie on his body, sucking his saliva hungrily, hooking the soft tongue into his mouth, wishing to have a good time, and untiing his hair with one hand , winding on the bare back, stroking with the palm of my hand.
In this strange ancient city and strange room, he and his past overlapped suddenly, like being given a magic drug, without knowing the cause and effect without asking the reason, full of lust, true and false, ancient and modern intertwined, and he felt at ease to bear what should belong to him Be happy, more debauched than anyone else, more depraved than anyone else, what's wrong, Xiao Yu owes him!
He is leaving and never coming back. What he is looking for is the skeleton of a dead lover. Thousands of anger, unwillingness and jealousy have all turned into a forbidden love, just like the perverted and paranoid love when they first met, He bit Xiao Yu's shoulder as if punishing, and slightly twisted his hip: "I want more, not enough, not enough..."
The violent impact and friction almost made him pass out, his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't scream, he lay on the floor panting with his head tilted, the yellowed pages rubbed against his cheeks, and the vertical black letters were shocking: "I don't know what to do , Going deeper and deeper. The living can die, and the dead can live. Those who are born but cannot be with death, and those who are dead but cannot be resurrected are all out of love."