Another three years in a blink of an eye.
In the past three years, he lived in the capital, changed houses, and went from an eighth-rank idle official to a fifth-rank civil servant. He lived a decent life, but he had no heirs. It is said that he and his wife raised eyebrows and respected each other as guests, but his wife complained when they got together with his sisters. The husband's room was indifferent, and occasionally he was absent-minded, wondering who he was thinking about, but they were still a pair of lovers, and they were enviable.
He often wrote letters back to Jinyang, but most of them only asked whether his family was safe or not. The recipient was always Duan Ze's mother. Duan Ze read the opened letter, feeling that every word was written to himself, keeping a little bit of it Sweet, happy days, until his next letter.
Folding willows in spring is a homonym for "stay". In summer, we put river lanterns to write wishes. In autumn, we plant dogwood to hope for relatives.
Xiao Yu came back once, brought his wife to build the ancestral hall, and said three words to him, I am back, take care of yourself, I am leaving.
Due to his negligence and slack, the Duan family's business fell into a slump. The big shopkeepers of many shops took their capable assistants to other houses, and the shareholders all said they wanted to take a share of the money. Duan Ze was devastated and exhausted.
Some people are born with great ambitions, some people are just children, Duan Ze is a man of temperament, the more he grows up, the more he finds that he has no interest in doing business. He would rather walk around the flower house with birds and crickets, thinking about one person. His handwriting is getting better and better, he is beautiful in lower case, and he can even write couplets for the neighbors in the neighborhood. However, he is the only son of the Duan family, and the burden of the whole family is on him. Over time, he began to seek a way out of the world.
He took Wushi powder, only a little at the beginning, and then it became more and more serious. He would take powder every day after meals. Slowly from trying to becoming a stubborn disease. Because the medicine is powerful, you must drink alcohol to disperse the medicine, cold clothes, cold food, cold drink, cold lying, and even freezing out the wind and cold. When you are happy, you are extremely happy, but when you wake up, you are miserable.
He was awake and drunk at times, crazy, foolish and not at all normal. The merchants who supported him in the past shook their heads and sighed when they saw him being so deserted, and left with a sigh. The crisis of the Duan family was all on him, but no matter how hard they were, they never said a word to Xiao Yu Words, always safe when sending letters.
Shareholders stayed in the yard and forced him to sell his ancestral house to pay off his debts. Duan Ze had no choice but to support his sick mother and the whole family. He used the most insidious method. He invited a descendant from southern Xinjiang and spent a lot of money to learn how to manipulate ghosts by himself. The technique of exorcising ghosts keeps the house safe, and those who offend him will suffer retribution. He also learned to raise ghosts, and used magic to bring the business back to life. He became pale and thin, and whispered to the air all day long.
The descending technique can not only drive away bad luck and seek victory in danger, it is also a sorcery that can control people and kill people. Duan Ze has never been so full of power in his life.
Within three years, he became a master of the Central Plains who is famous even in southern Xinjiang. He knows Feng Shui, chooses tombs, casts curses to harm people, uses wooden figurines to make villains, writes the horoscope of birthdays, pierces thousands of steel needles, and retribution. They are all behind, so what does it have to do with the present? Jiang Shu loves speculators and desperate people the most. He is full of resentment and his cultivation has soared.
Until that day, until that day, a letter with a black note came from the capital. Duan Ze shook his hands and dared not open it. Xiao Yu's married wife died of illness.
Duan Ze remembered the promise back then, packed up and saluted, and dragged his pale body to Beijing to look for him. After walking for two months, he encountered bandits and heavy rains. When he came to the capital, he was exhausted and finally saw the Xiao family The mansion was decorated like a snow cave, he couldn't help laughing, he asked the housekeeper to open the door in a red dress, he was almost pushed out, when Xiao Yu heard the sound and went out to see him, he didn't dare to recognize him for a long time.
"Xiao Lang is not safe here?" He said with a smile, "I came to pay homage, do you remember the appointment back then?"
"I don't care about the Duan family, I don't care about anything else, I just want to grow old with Xiao Lang, is Xiao Lang happy?"
Xiao Yu welcomed Duan Ze, who looked like a madman and was thin with only a skeleton, into the door. Duan Ze laughed loudly all the way, and the Xiao family courtyard was full of banners and white brocades, and his wife's bones were not cold. The lunatic loathes it.
Xiao Yu didn't expect that after three years of separation, the old man had already changed. He just felt distressed, so he put Duan Ze at home to take care of him, brought water and fed him every day, and forced him to quit. Duan Ze didn't care, he only asked when he would visit the hall to get married every day, even dared to smash the mourning hall when the drug took effect, Xiao Yu coaxed him over and over again, when you quit, I will go home with you to take care of the housework, just like before Drink tea and read books.
Duan Ze giggled: "Reading and tasting tea? Do you think I am still Duan Ze from ten years ago?"
"It's been ten years, I've been infatuated with you for ten years, and I've become what I am now. I just want you to say yes, marry, or not?"
Xiao Yu put down the medicine bowl: "It's because I didn't take good care of you, but Rujin's bones are still cold, Xiao Yu can't do this thing that thousands of people scold, I can only promise you three months, you quit that thing in three months, Let's start over, shall we?"
"You always have your etiquette, your rules, you are an innocent person, I am not good enough for you in my life... I have been waiting for you for ten years, do you know how to live?" Duan Ze suddenly became angry, and turned the beggar The quilt was scratched, and the cotton wool fell on the bed, "I'll wait for you for the last three months, if you refuse..."
Duan Zeyin laughed, with a cold chill in his eyes.
The good days are fleeting, and the revenge always comes too fast. Duan Ze lives in Xiao's house, and his face slowly turns red. Hearing them report the lady's birth date, without saying a word, just hid in the corner with a sinister smile, not long after, I don't know where to start, the ladies are crazy, sick, and people in the capital are in panic.
In fact, Xiao Yu had already asked people to prepare for the wedding, choose a good date, and use the rest of his life to repay the debt owed to Duan Ze, just because he wanted to force him to quit that harmful Han Shi San, he didn't tell him, and couldn't invite guests , can't even make it public, but he has sincere feelings, even if that person has long been out of shape, his heart is still that heart, Xiao Yu put Duan Ze's hand on his chest, feeling infinitely guilty.
Seeing that it was only one day away from the March period, Duan Ze took the medicine and was lying on the bed in the morning to take a nap. When he opened his eyes, he saw that there was another person in the room. Xiao Yu was tidying up the room for him. When he heard the voice, he turned his head and smiled softly, telling him to sleep again. After a while, he stretched out his hand to a royal concubine couch to make the bedding, Duan Ze suddenly jumped up to prevent him from touching it, seven or eight willow wooden dolls fell out of the couch during the push and push, each one had the date of birth of Miss Proposer written on it, tied with a White rope, full of copper nails, cold and frightening...
Xiao Yu looked at him in disbelief, Duan Ze fell to the ground, powerless to distinguish, and watched Xiao Yu walk away.
The night was long and boundless, Duan Ze undid the descending technique and pulled out the copper nails one by one, feeling very worried, what should we do? How can it be good, seeing that the person who has been waiting for ten years is about to leave again, driving himself back to the dreary compound like a tomb, another spring, summer, endless autumn and winter, only swallows can talk ... Resentment, unwillingness, all grievances and losses turned into cold hatred, hatred to the bone, how can I keep him
There is a good tomb at the foot of Zhongtiao Mountain, buried there, eternal life without reincarnation, only belongs to him, only waiting for him...
Duan Ze was sitting at the table, the moon was rising, his body was hot and cold, the distorted love was suppressed and expanded in an age of abstinence and indifference, and the boredom in the jar became more and more intense, with fresh blood oozing out.
Untie the burden, carefully hide the poison in the sleeves, hide in the shadows and sneer, after today, if you repent tomorrow, it can only belong to me...
The next day was the appointment in March, a banquet was held in the bedroom at night, just the two of them, a wine jug, two cups, and a few dishes of side dishes on the table, Duan Ze washed and bathed, dressed as he was back then , During this period of time, he regained some strength, put on old clothes, vaguely still the young man from three years ago.
Xiao Yu didn't mention the matter of lowering his head, but Duan Ze was terrified, he couldn't bear to be rejected again, his mind was like a thin thread, getting tighter and tighter, it was about to break, and there was a malicious spider hanging below.
Light a pair of red candles on the table, the two laugh and talk about the "Peony Pavilion" of the year, the stream flowing at the head of the bridge, the luxuriant grass in the suburbs, the warmth and tacit understanding of drinking a cup of tea together, and finally handing a glass of wine, Sitting on his lap, the fox's eyes are not as charming as his, Xiao Yu wanted to speak, but he shook his head and said to drink this cup first.
The poison was mixed carefully and melted away without any traces, Xiao Yu did not suspect that there was a fraud, poured three cups in a row, embraced the person in his arms, and said Yihan, don't do those outrageous things, go home and do it seriously Business, we can revive the Duan family, Duan Ze nodded, smiled and said yes, I will be a good person, a really good person...
The poison broke out quickly, and blood gushed from the corner of Xiao Yu's lips. He looked at him blankly, as if he couldn't believe it at all. Duan Ze looked at him and smiled, and said, "Go to sleep, when you fall asleep, you can dream of the person you love." , you will be able to reunite with your aunt and uncle's family, and if you fall asleep, you will belong to me forever.
Xiao Yu lay on the table, making no more sound, thick blood flowed out from his seven orifices, and wet the jade-colored shirt on his body. Pieces of red were fuzzy and eager, like wild sparks blooming in the garden, like his ten-year The silk lanterns that were lit when I came to Duan’s house were small, round, fantasies about love and undying obsession.
A bloody murder planned by her own hands, a tragic and even desperate love.
Duan Ze looked at him quietly, raised his hand to stroke his hair, and said softly: "Xiao Lang, you are mine at last, if you don't want to take care of me, then let me take care of you..."
"From now on, I will not allow you to step out of my grasp until I die, in this life and in the next life, you owe me this, and you deserve it!"
The bedroom was soaked in moonlight, and there was the fragrance of plum blossoms in the night breeze. He hugged Xiao Yu's blood-stained body, kissed and stroked it slowly, the moonlight was blue and white, his face was as white as a ghost, two ghosts who had nowhere to turn Son, in a confused age, guarding the past and future like natural disasters and man-made disasters.
Xiao Yu had no heirs and no relatives. The coffin was sent back to his hometown Jinyang. Duan Ze followed him all the way into the Duan family's ancestral house. Forty-nine red threads were tied together for the horoscope of the birth date. The red yarn blindfolded his eyes so that he could only see himself, and tied his feet with ropes so that he could not run around even if he was a ghost. Sixty-nine Four steel needles were sealed for the funeral, and each one was smashed and a mantra was recited, cursing that he would never be reborn forever.
Waiting for me at the foot of Zhongtiao Mountain, waiting for me forever, only belonged to him, turned into a ghost and haunted the world, he once promised to marry, no matter whether he regretted it later, Duan Ze put the wedding dress, ring, set Put all the mandarin duck combs of love into his coffin, to rot with him and turn into dry bones, but his soul is bound in it, just waiting for one day, in that life, to open it with his own hands, to see his retribution.
I don't know if you have become a skeleton, do you still have such a handsome face
"I said that one day in the future, I will let you try this taste. I hope that someone will come back every day. I hope that my heart will be dug out and my bones will be pierced. I am so lonely that I want to die, but I can't die... Xiao Lang, how can you I know that in the past ten years, Yihan has hated and poisoned you, and loves you bitterly. The good times have passed, and there is only darkness that cannot be seen. , this person has let us down, and I will bring you out with my own hands."
Duan Ze got drunk, touched the coffin, wept and laughed, "In this life, Yihan doesn't want to see you anymore, and has no face to see you, Xiao Lang cherishes it."
For the second half of his life, Duan Ze has been working on how to make his dreams last longer. His hatred and love are over, and he has become a hollow puppet, but he has become more and more peaceful. Life is back on track, he marries a wife, takes concubines, and has children. The Duan family's old house is getting more and more prosperous, and people start to have voices. Someone will accompany him to watch Huang Ju during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and make dumplings together during the New Year's Eve. Duan Ze always sets aside an extra plate for the family When asked whom to sacrifice, he always said an old friend.
He spilled a jug of good wine on the ground, and the family rested. He sat alone all night, poured himself a drink, embroidered a spring peach on his cuff, lit a lonely lamp, and told the joy of the year to the air in detail, saying: When I got to the happy place, I smiled all over my face and said, Xiao Lang, it’s a pity that you are away from home. I don’t know if you can come back next year. It would be great if you can go home to celebrate the New Year next year. I am a father. Children are very cute. You used to like children the most , if you come to teach them to read, you must be a thousand times better than me.
Xiao Lang, it's a deal. You must remember to come back next year. You haven't been back home for many years. I don't know if you still remember the way.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there will be a festive lantern. I will wait for you outside the city. I will light the lantern and you will be able to see it from a long distance. Don’t go wrong.
There is a study room in the house that is never allowed to be opened. It is locked and covered with thick rust. It contains all the things Xiao Yu used during his lifetime, such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones, the chairs he sat on, the words he wrote, etc. The big case, the favorite cup. Many years later, Duan Ze's seven-year-old son went in through the window to play, and was caught. It was the first time that Duan Ze got so angry, he was reluctant to beat the child, and ruined everything in the bedroom, falling down, The whole family knelt in the yard and begged their father to calm down. Duan Ze leaned against the door frame, gasping for breath, and shed tears unconsciously.
The Duan family's ancestral hall is home to vicious little ghosts, and no one dares to enter, but the Duan family's business has prospered because of this. Duan Ze will use wooden figurines as charms to control living souls, and use corpses from mass graves to guard the spirits. Use a lot of money to buy the officials in charge of compiling history at various checkpoints, and if you can't buy it, you can use folk remedies... He is well versed in the way of ghosts and gods, and Xiao Yu disappeared into history without a sound. No one will add a pinch of loess to his grave, he will sleep peacefully in an unknown corner forever, waiting for an agreement, seven years, seventy years, one hundred years, one thousand years...
Duan Ze is less than forty years old and already has gray hair all over his head. He looks like an old man with vicissitudes of life, and his life span is seven or eight. On a cold afternoon in the sun, he took out a scroll from the ancestral hall. Xiao Yu drew a portrait of him. On the paper was a handsome young man with a smile, three parts soft and three parts lazy. Duan Ze looked at it quietly and stroked his old skin , It turned out that there was such a good time, that year and that month, a couple in the study, reading and drinking tea, bickering occasionally, the beautiful things came to an abrupt end, but the mourning never ended.
Xiao Lang, blame me, hate me, Yihan would rather you hate me than have a happy life with others.
He used Luo Hou to count all the stars to prolong his life. He came to believe in Buddhism when he was old, and became more and more kind. He said yes to every child with a smile. People in the city gave out dysentery medicine and mung bean soup, and the cuts for the guys were getting higher and higher, and the prices of the goods were getting lower and lower every year.
Known for his kindness, he chanted scriptures in the Buddhist hall every day and never left his house.
When Duan Ze was seventy-seven years old, when he made dumplings for the Chinese New Year, he still kept an extra plate. The elderly Duan Ze leaned on the couch, muttering to the air, saying Xiao Lang, you should go home for the Chinese New Year this year, over fifty It's been a year, if you don't come back, I can't wait for you.
Duan Ze also failed to eat dumplings that year, and he died on a snowy day on the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.
This life has been lived like this, suffering, looking forward, waiting, regretting, but never dared to look at him, the lover has become the enemy, who dares to uncover this bloody mess again? Duan Ze was very peaceful when he died, lying on the couch with his side facing out of the window, the courtyard was covered with thick snow, the snow light reflected on his face, with a little expectation, as if he was waiting for someone.
The children knelt down on the ground, mourning and crying. His wife covered his body with a white cloth. His face was full of dimples. The elderly wife stared at him, almost unable to remember that he had ever had a handsome face. I like to wear a dress embroidered with peach blossoms.
On the day of the funeral, my wife was waiting in the mourning hall, and the guests came and left until it was completely dark, and the gate was still open. The housekeeper asked her who she was waiting for, and she said she didn't know, but the master waited for someone. After a lifetime, if that person doesn't come today, there will be no chance.
The cruelest curse is nothing more than this, a long life and a lifetime of loneliness.
The tomb had already been chosen before he was alive. The Duan family’s wealth was collected in a thin coffin according to Duan Ze’s will. Only the things in the old study were buried with him. The big lock was rotten. Knock and it will open, the dusty rosewood case, unfinished words, dusty stories, memories that no one understands.
The mausoleum was heavily sealed with forbidden techniques. Duan Ze was tired of listening to the noise all his life. After his death, he only wanted to be quiet, guarding the shortest and most memorable memory in his life.
A hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the dead story is suddenly revived. In this ancient tomb, his master reappeared and told his sad life.
The modern people in front of the coffin were immersed in the ancient stories, forgetting the danger behind them and the strangeness of the ancient tomb. Yin Zhou and A Yan were sitting opposite each other. Lin Yan covered his face with his hands, and his whole body kept twitching after briefly telling the story , while the people around were shocked by the terrifying truth and couldn't say a word.
I have never tried the feeling of opening a memory, like being nailed into my mind with a hammer, and since then it has become a part of flesh and blood, and I can’t get rid of it. What flashed by inadvertently were the green lights, cold smoke and willows of that year Yiyi.
"You killed him..." Yin Zhou leaned back, dumbfounded.
Lin Yan nodded with difficulty, pointed to the empty golden nanmu coffin in front of him, and said quietly: "Duan Ze believes in Buddhism and the cycle of karma, he knows that sooner or later the curse will come true, and I will personally bring back Xiao Yu who has turned into a ghost If I die at his hands immediately, it will be to pay off the debt; if one of us forgets the past life, we will find it here sooner or later according to the clues, so Duan Ze left on the coffin. clue."
"He predicted the ending a hundred years ago. That's why there are two coffins here. This empty coffin was left for me by Duan Ze. If Xiao Yu recalls the past and asked for my life, at least I won't die without a place to die , this is not only Duan Ze's grave, but also the grave he left for me in anticipation of his retribution!"
Ayan stood up and looked around, her pale face looked a little weird in the shadows: "If we could have taken him in earlier, we wouldn't be like this now... Have you noticed, where did that beast go?"
"I told you not to call him a beast!" Lin Yan was sitting with his knees hugged, but suddenly raised his head, "I owe him a promise, I love him, even so, I still love him."