As soon as he finished speaking, the youngest Tu suddenly woke up, clasping the left and right handrails tightly with both hands, looking at both sides as if facing an enemy: "Again, are you in the painting again?"
Song Nineteen coughed twice, sobering Li Shiyi's cough, raising his hand to rub the center of his forehead, his voice still hoarse: "Speak."
Her glutinous voice was like the fluff removed by a young bird, and it scratched the top of her heart. During the few days she slept and ate with her, Song Nineteen always liked to lie in her arms, propped her ears up and listened to her waking up. A sound when not awake.
Song Nineteen said mysteriously, "I'm a bit more amazing, and I was able to slow down the growth situation."
During the conversation, the passengers in the cabin woke up one after another. Some took their tea jars and brushed their teeth outside. Picking his eyeballs, he looked so disrespectful.
Li Shiyi let out a "hmm", not knowing what he was thinking, as if his five fingers had just activated his senses, as if he was playing poker, he unconsciously tucked the end of Song Nineteen's hair back and forth between his fingers.
The scalp was pulled a little, but Song Nineteen forgot to take her hair back and just stared blankly at her movements.
Fortunately, my hair is long enough, so it's not too embarrassing to pull it like this, Song Nineteen thought in a trance.
But when she heard a crisp "pop", A Yin leaned over and patted Li Shiyi's hand: "I'm going to disembark today, aren't you?"
Li Shiyi frowned lazily, let go of Song Shijiu's hair, rubbed his stiff neck with his backhand, and looked at the scenery outside: "It seems so."
Song Nineteen took over his hair and gave Ayin a complicated look.
Ayin didn't know why: "What?"
The spell has no effect, can't seek revenge
Song Nineteen shook his head, suddenly remembered something important, shook his body from side to side, and asked Mr. Tu, "Elder Tu, how old are you?"
The youngest Tu said, "What should I tell you, a baby girl, my Tu family boy will be on your side in a few days."
Big talk. Song Nineteen pouted, then leaned over and asked Ayin, "How old is Sister Ayin?"
A Yin took out the mirror to touch up her makeup: "You called my sister, but you asked my age, didn't you mean it?"
Song Nineteen glanced at A Chun again. A Chun was about to speak, but Song Nineteen raised his hand to stop it: "Don't say it."
After she finished speaking, she withdrew her body, and then hesitantly looked at Li Shiyi and asked her, "Eleven, you, how old are you?"
Li Shiyi dialed his bangs: "I don't remember."
"Don't remember?" Song Nineteen was startled.
Li Shiyi sighed: "I have lived too long."
Song Nineteen narrowed his pupils, his small lips wrinkled, wrapped in air like a bun, and looked at Li Shiyi slowly and solemnly, only to see Li Shiyi fluttering his eyelids idly, his dark pupils laughing It was so casual, as if it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Song Shijiu felt the narrow-mindedness of "teasing" for the first time. Although Li Shiyi's expression was not obvious, such a vivid expression appeared in her eyes, as if the dark clouds had cracked, and the spring breeze If there seems to be nowhere to leak out, comfortably caress the willow color on the shore.
"Ah." She sighed without reason, rubbing her heart.
Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows inexplicably, and then listened to her tilting his head and asked, "So, how old do you like me?"
There was no beginning or end to these words, causing Li Shiyi to be stunned for several seconds.
"How do you say?" Song Nineteen's heart skipped a beat.
Not noisy or noisy, quiet and well-behaved, and... Li Shiyi looked up at her: "I can blow bubbles."
Song Nineteen opened his mouth and bit his lower lip, leaned back on the chair, listened to the hum of the ship, and let out a deep breath.
It was noon when the boat docked, and the group of people were still in high spirits when they boarded the boat. The bright and beautiful nobles also had blue and gray faces, stretched out their wrinkled suit trousers, and walked out like a big cigarette. Still meticulous.
"It's better to be a ghost." A Yin leaned against Li Shiyi, his bones about to fall apart.
It takes only a few hours for the car to arrive in Xi'an before dusk. The streets of Xi'an are square, and the streets are wider than Sijiucheng. On both sides of the asphalt road, there are brick and tile houses like tofu blocks. In the distance, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda stands proudly and splendidly. In the distance, there is a slightly fishy aroma of mutton steamed buns. The bicycle bells flutter, and the young man parked on the side of the road on his legs and took out a few copper plates for a thick bun.
After running around for a few days, the belly of several people had been shriveled to the point of no more oil and water. Song Nineteen held his hands behind his back, swallowing his saliva, and looked at the small vendor who was shouting beside him. But the vendor was the top one, grabbing a Roujiamo and looking at her hand, Song Nineteen was caught off guard, holding up the fragrant Roujiamo, staring blankly at Li Shiyi.
The viscous gravy, the fat and thin stew, chopped green peppers and coriander, wrapped in the scorched buns on the outside and tender inside, fascinated Song Nineteen, she saw the remaining three and one ghost stopped. Looking at her, he waved his hand to the hawker with great difficulty, and went back and said, "No, no need."
Li Shiyi glanced at her, stepped forward to hand over the money, and asked her, "Is one enough?"
I bought some snacks along the street, and then went to the restaurant to have a good meal. A Chun led everyone to a house in the northwest of the city to settle down. I originally asked everyone to rest for one night and go to the tomb tomorrow, but Li Shiyi said. If you delay too long and feel bad, take a short rest for a few hours, and then you can leave at night.
At night, the city of Xi'an was meekly silent, the change of names could not deprive the depth of the years, and the lights of thousands of houses were still, and they were still at one end of the memory.
The foreign chariot drove out of the city gate and headed northwest to Xianyang, where it stopped where Xi'an was adjacent to Xianyang.
Li Shiyi and the others got out of the car and saw that it was a pitch-black mountain, the moon was dark and the stars were sinking, and the topography could not be discerned. There seemed to be several small temples halfway up the hillside, with candles burning sporadically, chickens sleeping The smell of incense in the dog's sleep drifted down with the mountain wind, which made the forest also have a little Buddha-nature.
At the foot of the mountain were a few dozing migrant workers, pulling a cloth shack to enclose a small flat area. The leader squatted on the slate and smoked. Seeing A Chun, he hurriedly rolled the cigarette butts with the soles of his shoes, rubbed his hands and came forward: "Miss A Chun."
A Chun said a few words to him. Seeing that it was cold, Mr. Tu handed the coat to Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi took it, raised his eyes, and saw Ayin, who was clutching the mink fur, was hugging him. Song Nineteen, rubbing her arm back and forth, asked her, "Is it cold or not?"
Song Nineteen shook his head, Li Shiyi put on his coat, walked to the shed, A Chun came over, pointed to the square pit that was one person wide, and said, "This is the place."
It was a courtyard surrounded by loess, with a wooden ladder on it, leading directly to the underground tomb passage. Li Shiyi squatted down and glanced in, knocked on the edge of the wall again, stood up and said to A Chun, "Go down. ."
A Chun nodded, climbed down the ladder, and carried a glass kerosene lamp. In the light, he saw Li Shiyi and others descending to the tomb one after another. The youngest Tu took a few steps forward to pick it up and leaned over to Li Shiyi's side. As I walked around, my heart was a little stunned.
This tomb was bigger than anything he had ever seen before. The tomb passage was three people wide, deep and long, with no end in sight. The same patio that was the same as when the tomb was placed was placed on the top of the head. Li Shiyi stepped lightly in the tomb passage, his heels touched the ground and then put down the soles of his feet. He listened carefully to the movement inside. The tomb was extremely empty, and there were echoes when he stepped down three or four floors. There are no other tricks.
Li Shiyi motioned to Mr. Tu to raise the oil lamp higher, looked up, and counted four patios. There was a niche on the side wall between each two patios, and there were some dilapidated pottery figurines inside. Li Shiyi stopped in front of him and looked up at the figurine that had faded and turned grey. It was about a foot long. The half-sleeved shirt was covered with a ru skirt. , Although the makeup and eyebrows have been eroded to make it hard to see, the plump cheeks are clearly visible.
"The tomb of the Tang Dynasty?" Li Shiyi asked softly, looking at the dead maid figurine in the firelight.
A Chun nodded, walked slowly through the moon-shaped arch, and said, "The gentleman who invited me in the past said the same."
Li Shiyi stepped forward and looked at the number of patios and the pottery figurines in the niches. The owner of the tomb should have a high status, but there were no murals, inscriptions, or prayer tablets in the tomb, as if he had deliberately concealed his identity.
After passing through the arch, you enter the tomb. The square shape is very regular. It is made of rammed bricks. The walls are mottled. Except for the gray and yellow skin, there is still no picture or text, and no gold, silver and jade. Before being buried with him, he was moved out by A Chun.
The whole way was unobstructed, and there were no strange doors or institutions. I thought that the warlock had come many times, and any secrets were broken.
In the center of the tomb is a coffin bed engraved with auspicious clouds and water lilies. The three sides are in the shape of curtains and are well preserved. However, the coffin has been oxidized badly. out the original color.
Youngest Tu learned some fur, put the kerosene lamp on the ground, and looked around the coffin. A Yin was standing at the entrance with Song Nineteen's hand hooked. Li Shiyi reached out and knocked on the coffin wall twice, and then reached out to touch it. It seemed to be nanmu, about six inches thick, and wrapped in air-dried cowhide.
She withdrew her hand, rubbed the floating ashes from her fingertips twice, her chest expanded and sank again, turned her head to A-Chun, and saw her standing dazedly, looking at the coffin, with thousands of sails flowing in her eyes, and returning to the deep sea .
The sudden surge of emotions made her body stand in an ancient tomb like a wandering soul that was about to dissipate.
Suddenly, he heard Mr. Tu wailing, and took two steps back to Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi stretched out his palm to hold him, and saw him pointing to the side of the coffin and shouting, "Bone... bone!"
Li Shiyi turned his head and saw that not far from the coffin lay an intact skeleton. His head was facing the coffin bed and his feet were facing the entrance of the tomb. The skull was faintly black, as if he had been poisoned. She subconsciously looked back at A Chun, A Chun. An imperceptible wry smile appeared on his face, his eyes slowly let go, and he lowered his eyes and said, "It's me."
The vicissitudes of life, the changing times, the beautiful face, and the white bones.
"Eleven," she said warmly, looking at the pitiful and terrifying skeleton, "ask the coffin."
Li Shiyi sighed inwardly, stretched out his hand to take the pipe from Mr. Tu's hand, took out the shredded tobacco from the kit, and put it on it. With one hand on a match, he skillfully wiped it, lit it, and placed it on the coffin. front.
One penny of wormwood, one penny of rhinoceros, three penny of basil, half a tael of white wine, soaked in cut tobacco for 36 days, no difference.
Basil seduces its feelings, wormwood confuses its spirits, liquor pave the way, and rhinoceros communicate with people.
Knock on the door of the coffin and ask three times, first, where did you come from, second, where did you go, and third why there were bones left in the tomb, and the flesh was rotten and the heart was not rotted
"Where did it come from?"
"In the first year of Linde, Shan County."
"Where are you going?"
"The Twelve Divisions of Nie Jing Tai Yin."
"Who are the bones outside the coffin?"
"...Mother Moon."
"Yueniang..." The tomb became quiet for a moment, only a wisp of smoke rose up. Li Shiyi looked back at A Chun in a daze. The candlelight hit her side face. , What twilight is dark is the lonely and lonely soul carved into the bones of thousands of years. She is like a dark pearl, covered with stagnant loess, and one day she will wait for the person who whisks the dust.
Her faded eyes finally got light, but they were tears that had been late for many years. They were only imprisoned in the eye sockets, but they didn't fall, as if they were disdainful, and they seemed to have no courage.
"Yueniang, it's my nickname." She moved her throat, and Xiaowu in her eyes would rest, "My more eye-catching title is called Taiping."
The avenues are vertical and horizontal, the jade chariots and the incense carts, the red candles and the blue sparrows, the wine and fat banquets, the nine-day palace towers, and the coming of all countries.
The Quartet is safe and the world is at peace.
The author says:
1. "Born rhinos communicate with people" is seen in "Soul Ferry": "Born rhinos do not dare to burn, it has a strange fragrance, sticks to clothes, and people can communicate with ghosts." The incense car" is used from "Chang'an Ancient Meaning": Chang'an Avenue is narrow and sloping, with green cows and white horses and seven incense carts. The jade chariot crossed the main hall, and the golden whip came towards the Hou family. 3. The ghost name of Taiping is A Chun, from Han Yu's "You Taiping Princess Villa": The princess wanted to occupy the spring. 4. Roujiamo I like to eat green peppers.