The light rain hits the window lattice, the world is gloomy, the grayness extends to the room, there is a smell of musk between the square inches, mixed with the old musty smell, the clothes are scattered all over the floor, the two of them are entangled, burning with desire, like glue .
It was rare for them to be so close, and the two of them were unconsciously indulging. Lin Yan straddled Xiao Yu's lap, heaving up and down half-accommodatingly and half-actively. He didn't know why he was so urgent, and the ghost couldn't control it, wishing he could penetrate him, crush him into his arms, thirsty for too long.
The place where the scholar studies hard is ascetic and clear, and there seems to be an aphrodisiac fragrance in the air, which crushes his whole body to ashes and fills up this square inch of space. The place where his fingers touch and his feet touch are all books, classics and history collections, Zhu Zi Neo Confucianism , Monarch and subject, father and son, the way to become an official, solemn and solemn, examine the two people who are promiscuous in the daytime, but the more they say they can't, the more he wants it, and it is difficult to control himself.
Suddenly remembering that Xiao Yu said that the master was still there, he hurriedly suppressed his sobs and groans, not daring to make a sound, gritted his teeth and endured the sweet suffering, Xiao Yu put his arms around his waist and said softly: "This is our home..."
There was a throbbing in my heart, and I was tired of Xiao Yu, as if I was secretly having fun under the eyes of his old lover, a little pleasure of revenge.
"Xiao Lang..." he murmured, Xiao Yu shook his head and pinched his chin: "Lin Yan, look at me, Lin Yan."
The four eyes meet, the heart is soft, the eyes are inexplicably moist, hugging him, wanting to last forever, the most extravagant, the most absurd and the most unrealistic wish.
Under the gentleness of the ghost, he turned into a guqin that stopped on the high pitch, and the strings were about to break. Finally, he couldn't bear the friction behind him, and he let out in Xiao Yu's hands first, and the ghost then retreated from his body. When he came out, because he was not satisfied, he hugged Lin Yan and couldn't stop struggling.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yan caressed his face, "Cum inside."
Xiao Yu half-opened his eyes, and smiled with difficulty: "With this smoldering fire on your body, if you continue to do this, do you want to become a ghost with me?"
Embracing him with his hand, the black hair fell down, only the straight nose bridge could be seen from the side, when he climbed to the top, he slightly raised his face, called Lin Yan almost inaudibly, tilted his head and kissed his lips, contentedly sigh.
The ghost packed up the clothes all over the floor, carried Lin Yan across the long deserted courtyards, brought him back to the bedroom, carefully placed him on the couch, fetched a basin of clean water, and wiped him carefully with a towel. Mark of.
Lin Yan stared at him, and suddenly realized that Xiao Yu didn't care about him, he even suspected that if he begged him again, he would definitely be reluctant, but so what, he will always bear the shadow of others, and no one can defeat him A lost love, his rival in love who exists in the void, the biggest weight in his hands is "lost", and this alone can push him into a desperate situation, and he will be defeated.
Pretending to be calm and putting on his clothes, he looked out the window: "Has the rain stopped?"
Xiao Yu didn't answer, the wet towel suddenly fell on the ground, the ghost squatted down, and pressed his fingers to the center of his brow as if he had a headache: "Lin Yan, I remembered something..."
Lin Yan struggled to help him, Xiao Yu suddenly raised his head, stared blankly at his face, and murmured: "Yihan..."
"What did you say?"
Xiao Yu covered his face with his hands, his slender fingers trembling slightly, struggling and said: "The person I am looking for is Duan Yihan, the young head of the Duan family in Jinyang."
"We are now in the Duan family's ancestral house, this is Yihan's bedroom."
Lin Yan jumped up from the bed. It was an extremely delicate rosewood canopy bed with pillars at the four corners and fences at the left and right rears. The small wood was assembled along the two pillars in front to form a hollow circle with a cover on the top. In order to "Cherish the Dust", the lake green curtain is hung with silver hooks and tied to the carved patterns. It is so expensive that it makes people want to nausea, but it seems to have known each other.
"...He used to call me Xiao Lang."
Lin Yan staggered and took a step back.
The room was silent, the window lattice was suddenly blown open by the wind, knocking against the wall, and the lake-colored curtain was blown by the wind, bulging like a sail.
"... I see." Lin Yan slowly stepped forward to help Xiao Yu up, his head was numb for a moment, and he was unconscious, "Let's go back first, we'll talk when we go back."
Xiao Yu nodded silently, picked up the paper lantern that fell on the ground, pinched off the burnt wick, wiped it with a scythe, and handed it to Lin Yan, "This is a ghost lantern, it can lead people out of the ghost realm, take it with you I'm going, don't look back on the road, we've been delayed for too long."
"Does it still hurt? I'll carry you." He put his hand on Lin Yan's pulse, and sighed when he saw that he was about to hide awkwardly, "You are just disobedient, if you continue to torment like this, what am I going to pay for your life?"
Lin Yan was supported by Xiao Yu, and he limped out of the house, following his instructions, he dared not turn his head, and went back the same way with a lantern. The rain had stopped, and the streets were filled with thick fog, only to see overlapping eaves and bricks and tiles, with red lanterns hanging, crumbling in the wind.
When I came here, the archway was right in front of my eyes. It was strange to say that since I stepped past the archway, the surrounding fog had disappeared, and even the sun had poked its head out from behind the clouds, and the puddles on the ground were reflected by the sun. In Jin Linlin's light, tourists complained about the torrential rain just now, shaking off the rain on the umbrella.
Yin Zhou, Ayan and Fox were waiting anxiously by the side of the road, and when they saw Lin Yan, they hurriedly stood up.
"Come out, come out!" Yin Zhou yelled, seeing the two approaching, Ah Che made a seal on his palm, and touched Xiao Yu's forehead, the ghost appeared out of thin air, and several people surrounded him in a circle to block him. Inside, no passers-by noticed.
"There are too many roads inside, I don't know where to turn and turn. Fortunately, I met Xiao Yu." Lin Yan blew out the lantern, threw it into a trash can in a ball.
"Too many roads? Where is the road?"
"Here, there's a big area in the back. I'll show you around later. There are many old houses." Lin Yan pointed back and was stunned for a moment. He saw that the archway was only half repaired, and a yellow sign said "under construction , not open for the time being", following the direction of his finger was a large area of ruins, houses collapsed, sections of dilapidated walls, covered with waist-deep weeds, several graves stood crookedly, indescribably strange.
Where did the ancient city go just now? Could it be that they walked into the rift of time alive, a mirage wrapped in thick fog, recalling the scene in the city, infinitely surprised.
A Che circled around Lin Yan, sniffing hard: "It smells like foxes, snakes, weasels, rats and wandering wild souls. Old houses and cemeteries with no one are most attracted to these things."
"Forget it, just come back, this place is weird, let's get out before it gets dark." Yin Zhou didn't care, and raised his chin at Xiao Yu, "Thank you buddy."
Just now, he was so ruthless that he felt uneasy walking, Ayan looked at the two leaning on each other, with a little chill in his eyes, and deliberately bumped into Xiao Yu when he passed by him: "If you can't afford anything, stay away from him Come on, I'll let you off this time."
A group of people got on the tourist bus and left the ancient city as if fleeing. Looking back, they saw that the ruins of the ancient city were lit up with colorful lights, and the performances were sung one after another, while the wild slopes in the northwest corner sank in a strange In the black mist, there is a gloomy and bleak place, like a huge mouth, wishing to swallow all the bright places in one gulp.
A Yan went out early the next morning, saying that she was going to buy clothes for the ghost marriage, leaving the rest of the people to recuperate in the hotel, and check the information by the way. There is a tea restaurant on the second floor of the hotel. With the room card, free snacks are provided every day from 10:00 am to 3:00 pm. A Che stayed in bed, and when he heard the news, he jumped up and pulled Lin Yan with one hand and Xiao Yu with the other. After opening the door, he stood at the door and waited, swallowing hard.
The seat is by the window, the sun is warm, the stainless steel plate full of chocolate snacks reflects a little bright sunlight, there is a thick stack of reprinted ancient books next to it, the TV is broadcasting the Bundesliga, and a table of middle-aged uncles is watching TV Playing cards, Lin Yan rested his chin in one hand and propped his notebook in front of him, trying to find clues from endless academic papers.
With a ding sound, the elevator door opened. Yin Zhou appeared in the foyer with a messy head, greeted the three of them hurriedly, pulled out his chair and sat down: "Is there any progress?"
"There is information, but it's useless." Lin Yan sighed, pointing to the screen, "The heyday of Shanxi merchants was in the Qing Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty just started. The records in this area mainly discuss the impact of the Ming government's implementation of the China Opening Law on merchants. , There is not much information about the family with a name and a surname."
"In fact, there was a family of Duan who exchanged grain and cloth with troops from northern towns for salt in the early Ming Dynasty. The salt merchant started his business and the founder was Duan Ruyang. But the Duan Yihan that Xiao Yu mentioned lived in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, and it is no longer known that he was his first. For generations of descendants, it is so easy to find, and besides, the best-preserved Shanxi merchant compound in the vicinity can only be traced back to the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and it is not easy to start from the ruins."
Yin Zhou turned on the Coke and gulped down a sip: "There is no such thing as outstanding achievement? It's like the show on TV, the Qiao family opened up a tea road to run a bank to reach the world, how awesome."
Lin Yan said innocently: "If this Duan Yihan is really me, do you think there is hope for him to start a business?"
"That's right, the money-spreading boy is about the same." Yin Zhou muttered.
"There are many difficulties." Lin Yan sighed.
"Tsk, the spirit of a professional, if there is a difficulty, we will go up, if there is no difficulty, we will go up to create a difficulty!" Yin Zhou smugly rolled up his sleeves, "It's me, you go to rest."
"Can you read the historical materials?"
Yin Zhou waved his hand: "You don't understand this. We have to combine various knowledge to dig deep and accumulate food. We would rather kill thousands of people by mistake than let one go. Just watch!"
Lin Yan gave up the seat to Yin Zhou, rubbed his temples and went to the bathroom, washed his face vigorously, looked up at himself in the mirror, his eyes were covered with mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He couldn't stop punching the water and scolded himself: "What the hell are you trying to do!"
Suddenly there was a shadow in the mirror, standing silently behind him.
Lin Yan managed to squeeze out a smile: "There is no movement at all, can you be scary just because you are a ghost?"
Xiao Yu wiped off the drops of water on his face, and said softly, "I'm sorry."
"No, it sounds weird." Lin Yan turned off the faucet, turned around and leaned against the marble table, and thought for a while, "It's not just for you, I'm also a little curious about what kind of person I am ?”
"It's a terrible feeling to think of something but not remember clearly." Lin Yan smiled wryly.
When he returned, Yin Zhou was staring at the screen in a daze. When he saw Lin Yan coming back, he fixed his eyes on his face. Lin Yan shook his head, and Yin Zhou followed, like a sunflower fluttering in the wind.
"Has grass growing on my face?" Lin Yan touched his chin.
"Tsk tsk, amazing, really like it." Yin Zhou looked at him, then at the screen, and waved at Lin Yan vigorously, "Look for yourself, does this person look like you?"
"Like me? A mummy or a coffin..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. On the screen was a smoky old painting, with fine brushwork and light color with the characteristics of the times, like those hanging in the ancestral hall of the ancestors in the old house. Although the characters are not realistic, the facial expressions are captured Very delicate, a young man with delicate features, with a bun on his head, wearing a round-neck and large-sleeved shirt, sitting upright, with the corners of his mouth raised, half a smile, the inscription has been scratched off by something, and it is empty, lighter in color than the surrounding area .
Lin Yan took a deep breath, turned the screen towards him, and was so startled that he couldn't speak. Yin Zhou was right, the person in the painting resembled him too much. If there is a difference, it is probably compared to his kindness. , the characters in the painting have more charming eyebrows and eyes, a pair of rippling glasses, and there is a three-pointed love before he speaks. His expression is exactly like that of a lover who is staring at him. Lay out the ground.
Xiao Yu's expression also changed, and he stretched out his hand in a daze to touch the painting on the screen, but Lin Yan blocked it: "Hey, don't touch it, it's not real."
"Duan Yihan you said?"
"It's him." Xiao Yu said word by word, "I will never admit my mistake."
Lin Yan turned his gaze to the lower left corner: "It's a pity that there is no inscription and seal. Hey, why did you destroy the inscription?" Suddenly startled, the black tablet with no words flashed by, and turned to look at the ghost. : "Could it be you..."
"I did it." Xiao Yu turned his face away, staring out of the window in a daze.
The mud-gold ancient painting on the screen, like a ghost traveling through time and space, appeared here out of thin air, as if deliberately reminding them of their past.
It was probably March in the spring, one of them was sitting in a black lacquered chair, the other was standing in front of the case with a pen, spreading out a piece of rice paper, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, the young head of the Duan family put aside all the ledgers and abacus , winking eyes like silk, staring at the lover's obsessive expression, so long that people forget to write, and a round drop of ink blurred on the rice paper... Perhaps in today's study room, Lin Yan deliberately asked Yin Zhou: "Where are you?" Where did you find it, the doctoral thesis I just gave you?"
"I'm too lazy to look at that stuff." Yin Zhou disagreed, "The pictures I searched directly with keywords, the original source seems to be a book teaching painting, "A Closer Study of Folk Landscapes and Figures in the Ming and Qing Dynasties", what kind of businessman's history are you talking about?" The pole won't hit."
"Hey, there is the author's contact information, do you want to ask?" Yin Zhou rubbed his hands excitedly, "Maybe it is a descendant of the Duan family."
Just as I was talking, there was a clanging sound in the hallway. The little Taoist priest was sweating profusely, and dragged two snakeskin bags about one meter long. Standing at the elevator entrance to welcome the guests, seeing his appearance, his mouth grew wide for a moment, and he didn't ask the question "do you have a reservation, sir?"
Yin Zhou hurriedly put down the coke can to meet him: "A dead man marrying a dead man is not asking you to marry a girl. Why are you doing so much!"
The little Taoist stared at him fiercely: "You, you keep your voice down, lest others can't hear it or something!"
The two smiled at Miss Yingbin with a guilty conscience, and pretended to say: "We will do it by ourselves, we will do it by ourselves."
Lin Yan didn't care to listen to the two of them chatting, holding the phone in one hand, while Xiao Yu tightly held the other hand, his heart was beating thumping.
"Beep-beep-"
"Hello?"
The phone was connected, and Lin Yan patiently exchanged a few pleasantries. The man on the other end of the phone was a man with a southern accent. His Mandarin was not standard, probably because he always put "la" at the end, which made people feel wordy, but he was also very shrewd. .
"Which painting are you talking about? I have a lot of collections of paintings and ancient paintings in my collection. How do I know which one it is... Oh, I remember the book you explained about landscapes and figures. It was a waste of a lot of effort." Lah, let me tell you, it took two full years from collecting materials to organizing and publishing, hey, are you a reporter? To interview, I have to make an appointment with my secretary... "
Lin Yan silently raised his middle finger at Yin Zhou.
Hearing Lin Yan describe the title of the book, the number of pages and the contents of the painting three times, the long-winded painter suddenly realized: "Oh, you said that the person who sold the painting to me was Duan, and I visited their home on purpose. In a village that doesn't shit, let me tell you, there are no big families in China now, and they all ransacked their homes after the founding of the People's Republic of China... "
"Oh, you asked about paintings. The family said that their family was very rich in the Ming Dynasty. In the late Qing Dynasty, they smoked big cigarettes and broke down. The things handed down and the ancestral house were sold. In his generation, there are only a few paintings left in the ancestral hall. For the portraits of the ancestors that were hung, I took over five thousand yuan for each one, so it’s a good deed.”
Lin Yan couldn't care less about dealing with profiteers, so he glanced at Xiao Yu and blurted out, "Are you changing hands? I study history, and I've been collecting similar paintings recently."
"I'm a painter, so I don't buy or sell, but..." There was silence for a while, Lin Yan could almost hear the other party rolling his eyes, "But if you really want to buy it, I can consider selling it as a private collection. Anyway, my book is finished."
Lin Yan asked the price, Yin Zhou, A Yan and Xiao Yu all stared at him, even Ah Che put down his snacks and surrounded him, Yin Zhou kept mouthing "lower the price", Lin Yan picked a piece of cheesecake to block him He just listened to the other end of the phone and said: "You also know that there are not many paintings with good quality in this period. If I hadn't had a large collection, I would definitely not sell them. In this way, the inscription is a little damaged, and the price can't be less than 300,000, the specifics need to be discussed in person.”
"...You paid me 5,000 yuan, and you sold me 300,000?" Lin Yan asked in surprise, "Forget it, can you give me the contact information of the seller, it's a personal matter, yes, it's very important."
As soon as the painter heard that he would not buy it, his tone immediately turned cold, and he said that there is no information about the client. Lin Yan suppressed his anger and asked, "Are you afraid that I will expose you as a cheater by buying at a low price? I am the one in the painting. Man, if you take my painting out of the book, be careful to sue you for infringing the right of portrait."
The man snorted and hung up the phone rudely.
Several cobblers looked at each other.
"What should we do?" Lin Yan looked at the phone, "Call and try again, or should we sell each kidney first?"
Yin Zhou swallowed the cake and tapped the table with his long fingers: "I have a solution."
"Aren't you the person in the painting?" Yin Zhou grabbed the phone and pushed Lin Yan on the chair, "Do something similar!"
Yin Zhou transferred Lin Yan's frontal photo into photoshop, and everyone was buzzing around to provide opinions, color correction, contrast adjustment, darkening, very busy, and after a while, a ghostly half body The photo appeared on the desktop, like a zombie that had lived for hundreds of years, his eyes were dull, his face was gray-green and swollen, and his arms were covered with bruises. Yin Zhou combined this photo and Duan Yihan's portrait into one, and transferred it to the phone , and pressed the send key.
"Is this useful?"
"A dead horse is a living horse doctor. This person must have cheated a lot of money. As the saying goes, those who do bad things are most afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, and return to the painter, tsk tsk."
As soon as Yin Zhou finished speaking, the text message rang, and a message popped up, which was an address. Looking carefully, it was a village not far from here.