The proprietress worked very quickly. While pouring tea for everyone, she continued: "He lived alone in the ancient village before, but now the house is vacant. The government has also protected it, saying that it is a cultural relic and will not give it to him. We fixed it."
Seeing that the proprietress seemed to express her desires, Du Yan calmly began to speak: "It's not very convenient for the old man to live alone in the village, isn't it?"
As soon as the proprietress heard it, it seemed like she had found a bosom friend, and she kept talking: "That's right. In fact, we have been persuading him to move out and live together, so that we can take care of each other. But he is not happy, so we can only go back often. Look at him."
Du Yanshun said: "The old people are probably more nostalgic, and they don't want to change the place they are used to."
"That's true. The house in the ancient village was handed down from my family's ancestors. It is said that it is some years old." The proprietress said, "At first, my family was unwilling. Later, when the child grew up, he said that inside There was no internet and all kinds of inconveniences were clamoring to move out, so we built a house outside and moved out.”
Liang Fei interjected and asked, "Is there still a place without internet these days?"
"Let's not talk about the network, the power lines in the village are aging, and the power goes out all day long. What kind of cultural relics protection unit is here, and it is easy to not repair the project. There is no running water, and if you want to drink water, you have to go to the well in the center of the village. Carrying water. Only the elderly can live there.”
The proprietress stopped what she was doing and sighed: "My father-in-law does too. At any rate, he wants to live there alone. The business is busy, and we often can't go in and take care of him for two or three days. That's what happened at the beginning. "
"Something happened?"
Du Yan finally heard the key point. It is reasonable to say that if the old man is dying, he will usually enter the reincarnation directly, and it is impossible for the events in the dream to occur.
"My father-in-law is a straight-forward man with a strong personality and doesn't like to ask others for help. The light bulb at home was broken that time, and we didn't go into the village for two days when we were busy with business, and he didn't look for us either. He built a chair to change it by himself. Light bulbs, chairs broke, people fell to the ground, and they were sent to the hospital within a few days."
Having said this, the proprietress paused: "That chair is still a family heirloom of his family. It is said that it was passed down by someone from his ancestors who was an official. When someone paid a lot of money, the old man was not willing to sell it."
"A chair that can be used as an heirloom must at least be made of mahogany, right?" Du Yan asked.
"Yeah, the style seems to be called a Taishi chair. I heard a word from the person who bought the chair." The proprietress said, "The old man actually treasures that chair, and has been serving it carefully, but after all, it is normal for it to collapse with age. ."
"Later, the old man was still thinking about his precious chair in the hospital bed, and said he would burn him... Hey, here we come!"
Before the proprietress could finish her words, she heard the boss in the kitchen calling out loudly for her to come and help.
Du Yan smiled and said, "Madam, go get busy."
When Du Yan was talking to the proprietress just now, everyone at the table quieted down and listened to their chat. Somehow, no one wanted to speak.
When the proprietress left, the atmosphere at the table became active again.
Xiao Lang asked Du Yan, "Are you interested in these stories?"
Du Yan responded casually: "I came out to collect the wind. If there is a story behind a painting, it will be more vivid."
The story of the old man on the wall and his precious chair did not make everyone who had forgotten everything in the dream feel any strange feeling.
This is how things turned around. After everyone finished eating, they walked in the direction of the ancient village according to the signs.
Near the entrance of the village, the trail was blocked, and a ticket office was set up next to it. The ticket price is not expensive, it looks like dozens of dollars.
Xiao Lang went to buy tickets, and the ticket seller shoved the tickets out through the small window, and then said bluntly: "I have to come out before 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and I have to clear the venue at night."
Xiao Lang took a few travel brochures from the shelf next to him, and then the group officially entered the area of the ancient village.
The further you go inside, the fewer and fewer buildings belong to the modern era. After crossing a slate bridge, it is like traveling through time and space to another world.
Once you cross the stone slab bridge, you will see a tall archway with the traditional word "chastity" written on the archway. The archway was supposed to be carved out of white marble, but after the erosion of time, the white archway has been glowing with vicissitudes of blue-gray.
The delicate carvings on the top of the archway are also a little blurred, and the line below the word chastity commending the virtuous martyrs is also a little blurry, and the word "Fan's" can only be vaguely seen.
Zhou Tian is a typical young woman of literature and art, and is very interested in this unique architecture that looks like a sense of age.
She ran directly under the archway, took pictures with her mobile phone for a long time, and then handed the mobile phone to Wei Zizhe, instructing her boyfriend to take pictures of her.
Du Yan stood not far away, but his eyes were fixed on the top of the archway, the so-called chastity archway, Du Yan sneered in his heart,
This arch is not as glamorous as it seems on the surface.
He flipped through the travel brochure in his hand, and on the first page, he spent a lot of time introducing the origin of this archway. In general, it honors a virtuous martyr two hundred years ago. Mrs. Fan lost her husband when she was young. She worked hard to raise her posthumous son. at home.
Over there, Zhou Tian had finished taking pictures, and everyone was about to move on, but Xiao Lang found that Du Yan was not following.
He looked back and saw Du Yan standing on the top of the archway, looking very seriously: "Du Yan, is there any problem with this archway?"
Du Yan seemed to have just regained his senses, and withdrew his gaze and walked over: "It's nothing, I just saw something very interesting."
Du Yan and Xiao Lang walked forward side by side, after a few steps, he looked back at the archway again.
The blue-gray archway stands quietly at the entrance of the village, but at the top of the archway, there is something out of place. It was a pair of delicate embroidered shoes, bright red, which should have been worn by women in ancient times when they got married.
The more they walked, the more they felt that this ancient village really had a different flavor, and the roads under their feet were all paved with bluestone slabs. Over the years, moss grows in the gaps of the slate, and it is bumpy.
When you step on it, it seems that you can hear the long singing of the years at every step.
The path is long and deep, only enough for two people to walk side by side. The old houses on both sides are not high, but for some reason, the bright sunshine outside seems to be unable to fall on this path.
The whole trail has a cool feeling that does not belong to summer.
Most of the old houses are also built of bluestone bricks, and moss grows between the gaps between the stone bricks. Although it is a cultural relic protection unit, Shunping is only a small town, and its economy is not very developed. The government does not have much funds to repair the ancient village. Except for some representative buildings, many houses have collapsed in half, leaving only a few bluestone walls.
A group of people were walking along the bluestone road, but they began to feel that something was wrong. The ancient village is a tourist attraction after all. Although there are not too many people now, they turned out to be along the way, not even a single other tourist. bump into.
Zhou Tian stopped, rubbed his arms and said, "Don't you think it's a little weird? Why can't you see anyone but us?"
Xiao Lang said: "In fact, the tourist popularity of the ancient village was quite strong in the past, but didn't the tunnel collapse some time ago? Many people still don't know that it is open to traffic. During this time, fewer people came."
Wei Zizhe laughed at her: "Didn't you say that you hate crowded spots the most when you travel, don't you have any atmosphere at all? This doesn't exactly meet your requirements."
Zhou Tian frowned a little: "That's what I said, but there are too few people."
During the conversation between the few people, the trail had come to an end, and the vision in front of him widened. What comes into view is the most solemn building in the entire village.
ancestral hall.
Compared with some dilapidated ordinary houses, the ancestral hall is brand new and out of place, and it seems that it has been maintained every year. The lacquer paintings on the main entrance of the ancestral hall are very bright, and the lacquered red door is tightly closed.
Liang Fei seemed very interested in this ancestral hall, turned around the gate a few times, and turned around and asked, "Why is the door closed here?"
Xiao Lang explained: "The ancestral hall in the village is generally not allowed to people with foreign surnames, so it must be locked."
"Really?" Liang Fei didn't give up, he raised his hand and pushed gently, "I still want to take a look."
Du Yan said, "I advise you not to go in."
"Ah?" For some reason, Liang Fei was startled and retracted his hand.
But it was too late, the door didn't seem to be locked at all, it just opened slowly with a push. The door, which looked very heavy, was silent when it opened.
Liang Fei was a little panicked, and waved his hands again and again: "I, I didn't mean it, I didn't exert any force at all, how did the door open with just a light touch?"
This scene is really a little strange, and everyone held their breath, for fear of seeing something they shouldn't see behind the door.
Unexpectedly, there was nothing behind the wooden door.
Liang Fei patted his chest: "It scared me to death, but why is there nothing in it?"
Xiao Lang explained: "It is normal for our local ancestral hall to be used when there are major events in the village. For example, offering sacrifices to ancestors, or after the death of a long-lived old man, it will only stay there for a few days."
Liang Fei clawed at the door and looked inside: "But the lacquer paintings above are very delicate, and the masters are in the folk."
After hearing what he said, everyone gathered around to see the decorations inside the ancestral hall.
Xiao Lang didn't stop them, just said: "You can just look at the door, and people with foreign surnames should not go in and offend."
Du Yan's eyes fell on the ground. There is a patio at the entrance of the ancestral hall, the sun shines through the patio, and casts shadowy shadows on the ground of the ancestral hall, perhaps because of the big tree outside.
Maybe it's because of something else.