Xie Wen didn't know what he remembered, and his tone was very light, "It's an acquaintance."
When I smelled it, I looked into the distance again, a little puzzled.
Many people once said that the patriarch, Ye Chen Dao, was a half-immortal body. And the half-immortals don't remember human affairs.
It's not that he has a bad memory, it's that he has lived too long, has traveled too many places, and seen too many things. If he remembers everything, a few hearts are not enough.
Therefore, it is said that Chen Dao is not very fond of memorabilia.
But when I heard it, I knew that it wasn't entirely true. It's just that the way he remembers things is different from that of ordinary people. He doesn't have anything to worry about or remember, but he is like a bystander who is greeted and sent, and his sorrows and joys are not deep.
At first glance, it seems like a dragonfly on the water and the wind blows in the long forest, and it leaves no trace after it passes. In fact, as long as you have seen it, you almost have an impression when you mention it... Even if it is a line of ants walking along the stone.
But having an impression and knowing are two different things.
The wild forest in the distance and the scattered lights are not incompatible in any deep mountain. There are not ten million or eighty similar scenes. I have seen many of them just by smelling it, not to mention Xie Wen.
Looking at it from a distance like this, it's normal to say it's familiar, and it's a bit strange to say it's acquainted.
"I don't see anything special." Wen Shi muttered in a deep voice.
"The scenery is really nothing special." Xie asked and replied.
"Then how did you recognize it?"
"Look at people." Xie asked, "This is in a cage after all."
When he heard it, he suddenly realized that this was Zhang Dai's cage, but he subconsciously only thought about it from Xie Wen's perspective.
Not only Xie Wen had seen this place, but Zhang Dai had also seen it, and it was very special to him, especially when he was dying, he couldn't let it go.
…
Wen Shi frowned for a few seconds, and was about to speak, when he felt a light tap on the back of his neck. He raised his eyes and saw Xie Wen pointed at the lights: "There is a mountain col, and there is a lake in the col, which is very similar to the Jingxin Lake in Songyun Mountain. It's just that there will be miasmas in summer and autumn, which is not suitable for Long live."
He was stunned when he smelled it, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he seemed to have heard similar words...
Should be seventeen or eighteen.
In those few years, there was always chaos at the foot of the mountain, and the war and epidemic never stopped. Chen Dao is always not in Songyun Mountain, and sometimes it can't be seen for months. Once he came back wearing a mask and walked on a mountain road full of fallen leaves, like a familiar and unfamiliar visitor.
It was at that time that when I heard the smell, I felt the gap that suddenly formed between them, and that was the source of all the later delusions and affections.
But at that time, I was only sensitively aware of a trace of strangeness, and I was bored for many days because of it, no matter how funny it was, it was useless.
He couldn't explain those emotions, so he had to put it down to the fact that he hadn't seen each other for a long time, and he missed someone a bit. But let him admit it would be better than hanging him. So he held back for a long time, only to ask a question: "Why does it take so long to go down the mountain this time?"
Then he held the celadon tea cup and laughed.
When Wen Shi couldn't hold his face in his smile, his expression became more tense and colder. He was about to smash the golden-winged Dapeng off the wooden branch, turned his head to leave, and heard the other party say, "There are a lot of things, it took some time."
Wen Shi stopped and turned around, and after a while, he said, "...I heard that you have been in Cenzhou for a long time."
Chenbuo paused for a moment when he was drinking tea, and his smile deepened, "Whoever said it doesn't seem to be accurate."
When smelling: "… "
"It doesn't look like I heard it, but it looks like it's calculated by placing a wooden scorpion." Chen Buai freed his index finger from the hand holding the tea cup, and nodded when he was in the air.
When smelled, there was a bird standing on his hand, and when he heard this, his thumb moved, and he unconsciously squeezed the bird's claws.
Golden-winged Dapeng rolled his eyes and turned to look at his puppet master with difficulty.
As a result, the puppet master was not a human being, and added another sentence: "This is definitely not calculated by Bu Ning. If you can calculate this result by studying hexagrams, then you should be punished."
"But if someone who hasn't learned hexagrams can show such results, then it's very smart." Chen Buo pretended to think for a while, then said with his eyes bent: "So smart, 80% of them are puppet masters. "
When smelling: "… "
He was a little annoyed when his mind was pierced, and his tone became cold and hard: "It's extremely boring and messy."
Chen Dao boasted: "That would be smarter."
When smelling: "… "
Golden-winged Dapeng "Ow" and fluttered his wings. Seeing that the snowman was about to make a move, Chen Chen opened his mouth again—
Tea was being cooked in the house, and a light mist of water curled out from the spout. His eyes fell on Wen Shi through the mist, and he said, "I stayed in one place for a while, but it wasn't Cenzhou, it was another place. There are mountains and rivers, and the wind and Qi are tolerant. Wanqian has a lot of spiritual energy, a bit like our Songyun Mountain."
Wen Shi thought he would elaborate on where it was, but saw that he was silent for a while and stopped talking. He patted the empty space beside him and said, "Don't freeze, come and drink tea."
At that time, I believed him unconditionally when I heard it, and felt that what he said or not said had his reasons. Don't rashly get to the bottom of things.
Moreover, I was teased for a long time at that time, and I didn't think about getting to the bottom of it.
So he threw out a "don't drink" and walked away coldly with the bird. Before walking, he hooked the puppet thread on his fingers, and with a vengeance, he sealed the stove that was too dusty to make tea.
…
The past events flashed through his mind quickly, and when he heard that, he opened his mouth: "Cenzhou?"
Hearing these two words, Xie Wen smiled vaguely. He apparently remembered those clips, too, saying, "Just remember where you got it out of the way."
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, remembering something, and his voice was much softer: "I seemed to have forgotten to tell you at that time. I once thought that when the time was right, I would take you to see it."
When he smelled it, he turned his head: "… what are you looking at?"
After a thousand years, he finally remembered the problem that he had been interrupted. He wanted to know why the man in front of him was lingering in that col, and what was there.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a faint female voice sounded in the entire wilderness. If there was no sound, it was caught in the wind and passed through the tall thatch.
The voice was whimpering, without content, at first glance it sounded like a woman was crying.
Hearing that, his face froze, and he looked around. That seemingly non-existent cry always surrounds, sometimes light and heavy, and can't be heard.
Just as he was moving his footsteps and trying to clarify his direction, he suddenly noticed a problem—
His footsteps have obviously stopped, but the rustling sound of the soles running over the sand, gravel and grass continues...
right behind.
He turned around suddenly when he smelled it, and saw a woman's pale face.
Anyone who is timid standing here, such as Xia Qiao, may have fainted at this moment. When he smelled it, he just took a breath and frowned, "Is it you?"
That pale woman was not some strange ghost, but Zhang Biling.
Zhang Biling's expression was both nervous and cautious. He carefully swept back and forth between Wen Shi and Xie Wen before taking a long breath and said, "It's really you..."
This sigh was subconscious, and after she sighed, she realized who the two were in front of her, and her face blushed and became embarrassed.
After this wave, she should have been stimulated the most—the sick seedling who had been in contact with him all the time became the grandfather who no one dared to mention, and the young descendants who had been in and out of the cage together were the ancestors of puppet art. His own son, Zhou Xu, is actually Bu Ning.
Anyone who changed it would have to collapse, but Zhang Biling barely held on.
Maybe it was because she had a good relationship with Xie Wen's mother, Zhang Wan, and she had some hunch.
"I... I didn't realize that I was in the cage before, and I was unprepared when I encountered two groups of 'dummy', and I was almost cheated." Zhang Biling took a deep breath and explained her reaction.
It was obvious that she was trying to stay calm, but her voice was still tight and shaky.
"Where did you come from?" Wen Shi asked.
"I haven't moved in the woods the whole time." Zhang Biling pointed to several old trees next to each other, "I just came out to have a look when I heard you coming."
"By the way, your brother is also in the cage with me--" Zhang Biling said, stuck, because she suddenly remembered that the rumored puppet ancestor didn't have any younger brother when he heard it.
She was worried about how to change her words, and when she heard the words, she had already answered, "Xiaqiao?"
"Yes." Zhang Biling pushed aside the intertwined branches of the old tree and said, "He's over there, but he's in a strange state. I can't wake him up, and it's not good to leave him here and walk away by himself, we can only stay here together first. Stay and wait."
"Can't wake up?"
Wen Shi and Xie Wen looked at each other and strode over there.
After passing a few bushes, they saw a thin figure kneeling in the woods, with his back to them, his head bowed, and motionless.
The white T-shirt was too loose on him, and was swayed by the wind, like a square cloth hanging from a branch.
"Xiaqiao." Wen Shi walked around the figure, squatted down, and called him.
The kneeling man twitched his fingers, and his fingertips didn't go into the mud, but he still didn't look up.
"I'm coming." Xie Wen bent down and patted Xia Qiao's head lightly with his palm.
"Ah-"
The kneeling person suddenly woke up, gasped for air, and was about to jump up from the ground.
His movements were hurried and heavy, hitting Xie Wen's wrist and trying to push Wen Shi away. The whole person is restless, like a kind of inertial struggle.
"Xiaqiao!" Wen Shi called him again, his voice was a little heavy, and at the same time the puppet lines on his fingers had shot straight out, and the abnormal person was restrained in the blink of an eye.
The puppet lines are all spiritual, and ordinary people are tied up, and their first reaction is to resist. Xia Qiao was different. When he was surrounded by the puppet line, he became quiet, panting and slumping his shoulders.
After a while, he raised his head blankly and said, "Brother? Thank you... Ancestor, Patriarch?"
He looked down at the puppet line on his body again, and said aggrievedly, "Why tie me up?"
When smelling: "… "
Two hundred and five still have the face to ask
"You're awake." Zhang Biling followed and saw Xia Qiao's dark eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief, "You really scared me like that before."
"What's the matter with you?" Wen Shi asked.
Xia Qiao blinked, and suddenly remembered something: "I'm dreaming."
When smelling: "?"
They made a mess at Zhang's house, but this fool is dreaming here? ?
Or thank you for your good temper, and asked, "What are you dreaming about, let's hear it."
Xia Qiao lowered his eyes and looked back for a moment, then shuddered: "I don't remember, I just remember Zhou Xu... No, when ancestor Bu Ning led the people of various families to break through the underground formation of Zhang's family, I smelled a smell. smell."
He tried to remember the smell and describe it, but failed: "I can't tell, it's very special anyway, I always feel like I smelled it somewhere. Then I felt like my brain was smashed with a hammer, and the whole thing went numb. ."
"Then I kept dreaming." Xia Qiao tried hard to hold back for a long time. "I can't remember anything else. I just remember that I felt a lot of pain, my whole body hurt, as if I was avoiding someone."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head and stared at his brother.
After a long while, Wen Shi frowned: "Then what?"
Xia Qiao: "Then I woke up."
When smelling: "… "
"Brother, it's a bit strange to say that. But do I remember what happened when I was a kid?" Xia Qiao said seriously.
When smelled, his face was paralyzed: "..."
This is like asking a ghost, where does the ghost know
As far as they know, Xiaqiao lived with Shenqiao when he was a child. If you want to avoid people, it can't be Shenqiao.
Unless... he was dreaming something earlier.
But at this moment, I can't think of it, and I can't think hard. Xia Qiao's efforts were fruitless, so he had to sit up from the ground, brushed the mud on his body, and said, "Since we are in the cage, should we go to the cage first? ?"
Even Xia Qiao is already familiar with it: the heart of the cage is generally a building, or the place where the consciousness of the cage owner is most concentrated.
The place they came from was Zhang's house, which was full of ruins, not a building, nor a place where Zhang Dai's consciousness gathered.
According to the current scene in the cage, no accident, the cage heart should be at the spot where the lights are.
The place looked distant and unreachable, but in fact it was almost there after a short walk.
They emerged from this deserted forest, and in front of them was a remote official road where carriages could be walked, and there were deep ruts on the road.
Crossing the official road is the back of a mountain. The lights they had seen before were hanging high in the dark shadows of the mountains.
Aside from those few lights, there is actually another one at the foot of the mountain, which is lit in a dilapidated land temple.
The Temple of the Earth is very small, but you can vaguely hear people's voices, and I don't know who is sleeping there.
When I smelled it, I thought it was someone from other families in the cage at first, but later found out that it was not.
Because the whole mountain and forest still echoed the whimpering, crying and laughing female voice. If it weren't for the fear of Xie Wen, Xia Qiao, the coward, would definitely stick to Wen Shi's body and could not tear it off.
But the people in the Temple of the Earth were laughing and chatting against the wind, as if they couldn't hear any woman crying.
In this way, it should not be someone who entered the cage by mistake, but the person inside the cage—the person in Zhang Dai's memory and consciousness.
When they walked to the side of the temple when they heard it, the people in the temple didn't notice anything. They saw the three or two people sitting around the fire made by splitting the dry wood, rubbing their hands and saying, "The lights on the mountain are on again, how do you say that?"
"It's haunted again."
"It's all scare words. We have to pass here every three or five times. It's not true."
"Why not? I've seen mountain ghosts before!"
"Really? When?" Someone asked afterward.
The slightly older voice said, "Many years ago."
"What does the mountain ghost look like? How many hands and feet and how many heads? Is it scary?"
"Then how do I know, I have only seen a corner, and it was still a miasma. The mountain ghost has a very tall shadow and wears a very wide robe. The robe is bright red and disappears in a blink of an eye."