There was a whimpering sound in the tomb, whether it was the wind or the clouds. The kerosene lamp never said a word, but the reflection on the glass was extremely clear and cruel, clearly reminding everyone that the beauty has passed away, more than 1,300 years.
"Alas." The first time Mr. Tu was so embarrassed, the elders squatted on the ground and sighed.
A Yin was leaning against the wall just like Li Shiyi just now, with her head down, not knowing what she was thinking, after a long while, she raised the corner of her mouth with a smile, mocking and lonely.
Li Shiyi scratched her throat, faintly feeling sore and uncomfortable, but she just silently put away the burned out pipe.
Seeing is worse than not seeing, remembering is not necessarily better than forgetting.
Yueniang looked at Awan's coffin like a soulless candle. The saddest thing was that she had lied to herself for so long, but she didn't remember anything. Her secret affection with Awan would eventually be revealed by others.
The arrogant girl in a Hu robe, gritted her teeth and swallowed blood, crawled to the ground, stretched out her hand and scratched the blood stain, what she wanted to catch was just the regret and guilt she refused to face after losing her love forever.
In just one step, she can put the incense of rebirth under Awan's nose, holding the hope of Awan's resurrection, and close her eyes and sleep for a long time.
She also has an unspoken selfishness, she wants Awan to wake up, hug her cold and stiff body, and cry out and about like she did at that time.
Between her and Awan, only when Huang Quan was separated would she be willing to cry in front of each other.
But how far is she worse than that
At the age of fourteen, on the Shangyuan Festival, when the lanterns of Chang'an City were just on, she and Awan changed into men's clothes and went out to play. .
At the age of sixteen, Princess Taiping, the palm of the emperor, married Xue Shao, the son of Chengyang. The octaves played the ceremonies and music, and the county wall was demolished to make an intermarriage car. The lanterns burned straight to the sky. At the corner of the skirt, Awan's figure is hidden under the lush willow tree.
Thirty years later, she gradually forgot the story of Cairen and the princess, and the power was carved into her arrogant bones. She only dragged her young children down the corridor, and occasionally saw Zhaorong, who was passing by with a book, frowning and asking about politics.
She faced her with a sword, her red eyes were scattered, but she had also been slept with her, and asked Shanyue if she knew what was going on in her daughter's heart.
It's just that people are always good at forgetting, and they forget everything before turning into a ghost.
Awan is always smarter than her, she went to Huangquan early, had a bowl of Mengpo soup, and said goodbye to Yueniang with a smile.
A low sobbing sound came from the corner, twitching and twitching, extremely restrained, and extremely weak. Li Shiyi looked up and saw Song Jiujin biting his lower lip, his chin and collarbone twitching slightly. Warm tears fell to the ground.
Li Shiyi glanced at Ayin, and Ayin grasped Song Shijiu's head on her shoulder, covered her eyes, and patted her head gently.
Li Shiyi raised his hand to touch his nose, glanced at the burnt-out kerosene lamp, stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes, and said softly, "Let's go."
Youngest Tu stood up in disinterest, shook his numb hamstrings, and leaned over to pick up the lamp.
Yueniang looked at the scattered dust on the ground, shook her head and said, "Leave me here."
Everyone was startled, and then heard her say: "After searching for so many years, I am very tired and don't want to leave anymore."
She raised her head and nodded to Li Shiyi: "The tomb is sealed, it's work."
The corners of Li Shiyi's mouth moved slightly, but he didn't answer in the end, his upper and lower eyelashes tangled for a moment, and nodded in agreement: "Okay."
When he reached the entrance of the tomb, Li Shiyi turned his head and said, "A Chun."
When I came out of the tomb, the moon was fading and the sun was rising. The air in the early morning was the thinnest and the most irritating. As soon as I took a breath, I went straight to the center of the human brain. stock flow.
He stopped to blow his nose and rubbed his dry palms. A Yin was slightly ahead of him, wrapped in a soft and luxurious robe, feeling sleepy.
Li Shiyi walked by herself for a while, then stopped and looked back at Song Shijiu, who was half a step behind her. She didn't cry anymore, but curled her tender fingers and silently wiped away her tears. , his hands were stained with ashes in the tomb, and the smears were dark and light beside his eyes. Li Shiyi was afraid that her eyes would hurt, so he lifted her wrist and took her hand off and asked her, "Why are you crying?"
Song Nineteen opened her wet almond eyes, her swollen eyelids rolled up, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes. Her mouth was bitten red and bright. Her delicate nose moved, looked up at Li Shiyi, and whispered, "In my heart, Very distressing."
She was very obediently suppressing her cry, but it was this grievance that made her tone and expression look like an abandoned cub, which was extremely pitiful.
"What's wrong?" Li Shiyi tilted his head and looked down into her eyes seriously, his voice seemed to soften.
Song Nineteen bit his lip and thought for a while, then looked at her with tears in his eyes: "You are also uncomfortable."
"Me?" Li Shiyi was surprised.
"I know." Song Nineteen lowered his head and murmured, stretched out his finger and poked Li Shiyi's chest, "You are soft and warm here, how can you not feel uncomfortable?"
Li Shiyi was a little amused, but he stopped talking. He just stepped forward and walked forward. Song Shijiu followed. His eyes were clouded with tears, and his brain hurt so much. Rub against her, let her hold the road.
After taking another two steps, Song Nineteen suddenly said, "What is the meaning of Yueniang's friendship with Awan?"
Li Shiyi didn't answer, and listened to her asking, "Is it like this with you?"
Li Shiyi said, "I've only known you for more than ten days. Where did the friendship come from?"
Song Shijiu was stunned, only ten days? But she always felt as if years had passed.
She thought about it for a while, and then asked, "Then you are the same as Ayin, aren't you?"
Li Shiyi paused and shook his head: "No."
"That… "
"Don't ask Mr. Tu."
Song Nineteen said, "Oh" before he stopped talking, wiped a handful of remaining tears on the back of his hand, and cried for a long time, as if he was empty.
Li Shiyi glanced at her choking appearance, and suddenly said, "I think now, eighteen or nineteen years old is fine."
"How do you say?" Song Nineteen's brain was still a little dull, but his ears were propped up quickly.
Li Shiyi said: "I will spit snot bubbles."
Song Nineteen quickly raised his hand to cover the tip of his nose, covering his face and wailing.
In the morning light, Li Shiyi curled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, looking through his tears, it was vague and clear like being trapped in glass.
Youngest Tu looked at the two people in front of him and sighed with a reckless smile: "The relationship between the two girls is really good."
nanny? Ayin paused and looked at him with a complicated expression.
The city of Xi'an ushered in a new dawn, illuminating the ancient city walls brilliantly, but Li Shiyi and others did not appreciate the blessing of the rising sun.
When I woke up again, it was already dark. Lian Ma, who was in charge of the house, asked Li Shiyi when Miss A Chun came back and said that she made her favorite topping noodles. She has been working in the house for seven or eight years. holding her bowl of noodles. This time in a hurry, I haven't eaten yet.
Li Shiyi said: "She said, not to leave."
"It's fine if you don't go." Lian Ma replied with a smile, looked up to see the rain falling, and hurriedly held an umbrella to wait for her at the gate.
Song Nineteen leaned against the door, looking at the rain.
Li Shiyi held an umbrella in front of her, and A Yin and the youngest Tu, who came with him, said, "Let's go out for a walk. The antique market in this city is very good. I want to go and have a look."
At this time, there is no ghost market for getting up early. Fortunately, the market at the South Courtyard Gate of Gulou Street is still open. The drizzle shrouded the gray walls and black tiles, and the sign shop flags on both sides were wet and wrapped in one place without any spirit. There were not many people visiting the antique market. The store door was half open and half closed, and the shopkeeper was snoozing behind the counter in his jacket. Occasionally heard a sharp argument or two, as if debating whether the antiquities originated from the middle Tang or the late Tang.
The blue slate was washed very clean by the raindrops, and it was cold on the feet and feet. Li Shiyi visited a few stores at random, but saw a few good ones, and asked in detail where they came from. However, after three or two sentences, I can finally get to the bottom of it.
She just looked at it, and didn't mean to pay for it. Some shopkeepers looked down on her dress and thought she only asked if she didn't buy it, and coaxed her out with a few words. She was not annoyed, she just smiled lightly and held an umbrella again. go ahead.
Song Nineteen hid under her umbrella and asked her, "You're fighting, and you're doing this too, right?"
She said, "Yes."
"But I don't think you look very much like a tomb, and you have done some black and white impermanence." Song Nineteen said the words "black and white impermanence" in the book without thinking too much, and felt that the description was very subtle.
Li Shiyi said: "It's just a meal."
Song Nineteen didn't believe it: "Where are you missing a bite of food?"
"Lack." Li Shiyi glanced at her, then turned back: "One is not enough."
Song Nineteen turned his mind two or three times before realizing that she disliked eating a few roujia buns by herself. She felt a little embarrassed for a while, narrowed her long eyelashes and rainy eyes, cleared her throat and looked down at the toes of her shoes.
A rickshaw was parked on the side of the road. The driver was wiping the rain on his face with a sweat towel. The person inside stretched out his hand and gave a few coins. The driver hurriedly bent over and thanked him. The lady let it out.
The girl was in her mid-twenties, of medium height, thin and frail, her face was hidden by a black cloak that blocked the rain, and the inside of the cloak was an outdated long jacket with turquoise trims, the style of a Han family girl in the late Qing Dynasty. It was a bit nondescript, but fortunately no one paid much attention to the rain, so she held an umbrella and walked forward.
Li Shiyi was talking with Song Shijiu, and passed her by. A faint coldness hit his outer shoulder, causing Li Shiyi to frown.
The girl took a few steps, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. She held on to the umbrella and stopped, and looked back thoughtfully: "Aheng?"
The lanes are winding, the rain is dripping, and the quietness seems to be an illusion.
After another half an hour, the sky cleared up, and the lantern sellers on the street finally set up their stalls. They couldn't wait to set up a few lanterns. They set up bamboo poles and hung them at the end of the alley. Song Nineteen looked up, and Ayin liked it very much. He was reluctant to put down a few rabbit lamps. Mr. Tu also looked closer, and his eyes followed the bamboo strips in the shopkeeper's hand, thinking about going home and making them for him. Granny likes it.
Opposite the lantern is a tea seller, and the fragrance of tea is passed over. Li Shiyi pursed his lips and entered. When he saw that the store was empty, the only girl of seven or eight years old was standing on the low stool, holding a scale pole that was longer than her arm.
The girl with long and narrow eyes, Liu Yemei, was born upright and restrained. Li Shiyi stepped forward and asked her, "What kind of tea do you have in this shop?"
"There are a lot of teas in my shop. How do you usually like it? Black tea? Green tea?" The girl put down the scale.
Li Shiyi said: "What do you usually like?"
"Taiping Houkui." The girl didn't hesitate.
Li Shiyi looked at her and blinked, then suddenly asked, "Is it Taiping or Houkui?"
The girl didn't know why, so she was about to speak when she heard the woman inside calling out to her, "Awan!"
She jumped off the low stool and hurried back.
"Ai."