The group did not stop at the Yaocao for too long, and went further into the depths of the tomb. In the center was a square masonry, a stone platform narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, half a meter high, with a new stone on top. The coffin is a long strip that is evenly wide from top to bottom, and the black-blue lacquered wood exudes a dense luster.
There were two glass cups of the same color as the coffin standing on the left and right of the stone platform. They stretched like branches. Li Shiyi motioned to Mr. Tu to come forward and light the lamp. There was a faint sound of "cha", and the white oil candles filled with wax. Incense, along with the sudden light, spread out in the cool tomb.
The candle was lit, but there was no warmth at all, Ayin wrapped her coat, her teeth were shaking, Li Shiyi picked up Shishi, touched her little ice-like hand, and asked her, "Is it cold? "
"It's not cold." Song Nineteen said in a milky voice.
Youngest Tu stomped his feet in the cold, rubbing his hands while greedy for the fur collar beside A Yin's face, A Yin looked around, turned around in place, and said, "There are no corpses here."
Li Shiyi pressed Song Jiujiu's vest with the palm of his hand, and said to Youngest Tu, "Get up the nails and open the coffin."
The youngest Tu made a sound of "Ai" and stepped forward with his cloth pocket in his arms. He clasped his hands together respectfully and put a stick of incense on the coffin. Then Tao Tao exchanged a two-fingered crowbar and stepped on the stone platform with force. With one hand, he inserted the crowbar into the coffin nail in the lower right corner.
He threw six in a row, and only one unsealed long nail remained in the center. It was stuck in the middle abruptly, and the head of the nail was wrapped with a densely woven red thread. One: "The children and grandchildren can't move, come down."
Mr. Tu responded with a loud voice, and jumped down in three or two steps. He did all the work and felt warm all over. He wiped the sweat from his neck and weighed the crowbar in his handshake, thinking that if he encounters a zongzi , to give a sap is also considered handy.
Li Shiyi put Song Shijiu's arm around him, freeing up his hand to tap under his right ear, but he could only hear the occasional crackling of lights, which was very clean. She glanced at Ayin and motioned her to go forward.
A Yin took her eyes around her in a leisurely manner, then glanced at Song Nineteen in her arms with a half-smile, and after doing enough eye-play, she stretched out her hand to tug at the front of the youngest, and pulled him forward together. , leaving Li Shiyi's sore back, and whispering to Youngest Tu, "Why do I hold that girl like a nanny and don't let go, dare to be affectionate, we become Guanyin soldiers."
"What do you mean by Guanyin soldiers?" Mr. Tu asked her while pushing the lid of the coffin.
"I don't know, it was taught by a guest from Guangdong." A Yin shook her head, after all, she was a dispatcher.
The youngest Tu was used to her random choice of words without regard to vocabulary, and immersed herself in her work happily.
The coffin lid was pushed open by the two of them. A Yinwei didn't have time to take a closer look. He let go and complained of a pain in his back. Li Shiyi took a closer look and saw that Concubine Zhao's corpse was nothing special. A layer of heavy makeup, but it can't hide the black spots from the skin, and the incense is faintly rotten.
Ayin couldn't bend her waist, she only supported the lower back with one hand, and called out in a tender voice: "While you can still distinguish the eyebrows, take a closer look, she looks good and I look good?"
She picked up the ending contemptuously, obviously resenting Mr. Wu's behavior of liking the new and hating the old.
Mr. Tu put his red hands into his cuffs and covered them, his thighs habitually shaking his body, and he said in a long voice, "It's like a dead person, ah-he doesn't have a good brain."
A Yin was about to retort, but saw movement on Li Shiyi's side, Song Shijiu broke free from her arms, swayed with small steps, hugged the coffin with his little hands, stepped on his short legs, and rolled with a grunt. go in.
"This... yes, what are you doing?" Mr. Tu was stunned, unable to speak.
"Do you recognize your mother?" A Yin looked suspiciously at the little man who was rolling in the coffin.
But seeing Song Nineteen tossing in the coffin a few times, his little hands supported the edge and stood up, swayingly held out a scroll of silk paintings, and handed it to Li Shiyi, with his small mouth open, "This ."
Her black gems' pupils are ignorant and innocent, and the whites of her eyes have a light blue unique to babies. She is clearly a child who is not familiar with the world, but the scene of getting up from the coffin is so bizarre that it makes one's heart skip a beat for no reason. .
Li Shiyi looked at her calmly.
Ah Yin took a deep breath, this skill... Hound
Li Shiyi glanced at her, stepped forward and took the silk painting from Song Jiujiu's hand. After thinking about it, he caressed her head, Song Jiujin put his small head softly on her body and saw her ten fingers. It is flexibly disassembled, the dark yellow silk painting has been invaded by history, mottledly showing the traces of the years, and the corners are a little damaged. Fortunately, the pattern in the center is still complete, and there is no color on the painting, only dark lines bluntly outline a body. The woman with the cross-collar collar, long hair that crosses her waist, tied down low, has a slender figure, and is just the right age.
Although his painting skills were not exquisite, he could vaguely recognize the woman's sad face covering her face and weeping. Li Shiyi stroked the hooks and leather depicted on the clothes with his thumb, and asked softly, "Paintings from the Spring and Autumn Period?"
The two big, one small and three people looked at her quietly, Li Shiyi's serious appearance was very good-looking, her good-looking was scattered in the pause of words, and it was determined by the advance and retreat of actions, and even whispered softly. It also reveals an indescribable certainty, which makes people feel at ease to the core.
Mr. Tu didn't know what she was thinking, so he didn't dare to let out the air. Song Nineteen was sleepy, so he leaned against her wearily, and finally Ayin said, "I think it's it, take it back."
She rubbed her thin arm a few times: "It's so cold."
When they came out of the mausoleum, the shadow of the moon was already slanting to the west. The housekeeper and his family were still waiting at the foot of the mountain, taking a nap with a bonfire. When they came out, they were very pleasantly surprised. He got into the car and headed back to the house.
When Mr. Wu saw the painting, tears of joy overflowed his eyes. Wiping the corners of his eyes, he rolled over and over again, as if he had found his heart.
The treasure was lost and found, Master Wu had no other thoughts, and went into the study holding the silk painting. The housekeeper was more decent. He paid the money according to the entrustment in the letter, and arranged for Li Shiyi and a few others to rest in the east wing. Tickets to go. Li Shiyi was more respectful than obeying his orders, and he brought a few big and small to the East Courtyard. The housekeeper asked Granny Xia, who was the steward of the small kitchen, to prepare a table of dishes. Then came a few trays of cakes.
After drinking and eating, they went back to their respective rooms. Song Shijiu was very tired. Li Shiyi wiped her hands and feet for her. Coaxed to sleep.
About to arrive at Hai Shizhong, the faint sound of the pipa came from the yard, melodious and melodious, like a sound from outside the sky, lingering and lingering with Qingyue hitting the screen window.
Li Shiyi closed the door and went out, but A Yin, who had drank a few more cups of wine, was sitting at the stone table, holding a willow pipa with a narrow neck and a big belly. He came out, surrounded by the smell of alcohol that seemed to be absent, and curled around the beam.
Li Shiyi sat opposite her and said, "It's been a long time since I heard you play the piano."
A Yin stopped, hugged the pipa with her jade arms crossed, and said with a smile, "Auntie's piano sound is very valuable, how much money do you have?"
After she finished speaking, she slumped her shoulders and grinned, and reached out to Li Shiyi.
Li Shiyi moved his eyebrows unhappily and said, "I have money."
After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "There are many."
A Yin let out a laugh, and withdrew her hand: "Yes." She buried her head and tugged at the strings of the piano, and said leisurely: "If you have money, when will you be a head when you go to the grave?"
Li Shiyi didn't answer, and Ayin didn't ask any more questions.
"The water on the temples is like a crow's feather, and the small hibiscus flowers have narrow foreheads. If you don't dress up, I'm afraid that my mother will guess. I can't help but insert a golden hairpin, half fluffy and half crooked."
Her eyes were like smoke, adorned by the moonlight, wet with water, and her body soaked in fat and powder was stacked with the pipa.
If anyone looked at her, it was like looking into the moon.
In the early morning of the next day, Mr. Tu got up early, and slammed the door one by one. Li Shiyi was sitting at the table, feeding Song Jiujin a mouthful of gruel. Song Shijiu was in a hurry. The chubby face is bulging, chewing and blinking, like a little squirrel hiding fruit.
A Yin leaned against the door while yawning, and Mr. Tu got into the house as usual, and checked them one by one with the attitude of robbery, and even bent over the bottom of the table to take a look: "Is everything tidy? ?"
Originally it was just a casual question, but Li Shiyi used a porcelain spoon to scrape the remaining soup from Song Jiujin's mouth, and said lightly, "Yes."
"What?" Mr. Tu asked suspiciously.
Li Shiyi took back the spoon, and the corners of his lips raised inexplicably: "Time."
The second monk Tu Lao Zhang Er was confused, A Yin stood up straight and stared at the people in the room. Li Shiyi put down the bowl, pointed at Song Shijiu and said, "She's not growing."
The author says:
"Half of the Children: Crow-like water temples are like knife-cutting": "The crow-like water temples are like knife-cutting, and the small hibiscus flowers have narrow foreheads. If you don't wear makeup, you will be afraid of the mother's left guess. It is inevitable to insert gold hairpins, half fluffy and half. crooked."