"It's a memory." Ye Yi asked and answered himself.
Beasts are born to live, but they are born to remember. On the day when death comes, people look back. In this life, they have nothing but memories.
"Fellow, fellow."
On a desolate forest trail, a group of soldiers was marching, and a man dressed in black and a black hat collapsed on the side of the road, looking dying.
"Come on, drink some water." A soldier walked over and handed out his canteen with concern.
"Are you okay? Can your legs move? What's wrong with your eyes?"
"I haven't been blind yet, I'll be out of sight immediately."
"Are you alone?"
"I can't die."
"In this way, I will leave the water for you, and these dry food, you take it, and you must live well."
"Are you afraid of death?"
"Akin, hurry up."
"I'm leaving. I have to catch up with my team. Don't worry, we will drive the little devil out of China soon. If you hold on, no one will die."
Memories are like groping in a dark tunnel. I know that there is a light somewhere, that light is connected to the outside world, but I don’t know where the light is, I look for it, to the mole in the dark Groping in the middle, and looking at it, it's all dark.
I saw it, I saw light in the darkness, I couldn't see it clearly, my eyes were broken, and I was in a ghost market.
Ghost market, open at night, harvest at dawn, here you can buy loot, underworld artifacts, heirlooms, and strange things of unknown origin. I'm looking for something, a very important thing, I have to find it, because I There is a friend, I want him to live.
The man in black heard a very special sound amidst the noise, so he followed the sound and walked over.
"This is?" The man in black walked in front of an old man.
"Hold on."
The old man walked to the doorway where the curtain was half-dangling and stretched out one of his hands. The next moment, a hand protruded from the door and placed it on the old man's hand.
This hand is very special, with long golden nails on each finger, just like the kind worn by the Queen Mother of Man Qing in the TV series.
She walked out of the door, wearing a red dress and a thin gold gauze on her head.
"Good stuff!" The man in black exclaimed.
"This is an unborn treasure! What a fate is that you can see her today."
"Where will this come from?" the man in black asked.
The old man replied: "There are rules for ghosts, and you don't ask for the origin."
"What's the price?" The man in black took out a small bag of gold bricks and threw them directly on the ground. The gold bricks collided and made a crisp sound, which immediately attracted countless desire-filled eyes nearby.
Black shot a shot in the sky, shocking those who coveted, and asked the old man confidently: "Is it enough?"
The woman in red walked to the man in black and took the hand of the man in black.
"It's almost dawn. Are you selling or not? Are these yellow goods not enough?" the man in black asked.
"I am enough, you have to ask her?" the old man said, implying this treasure.
"What do you want?" the black man asked.
"You have to do something for me first." The woman in red said slowly.
"The man in black is the official Zhao, and Ajin is the past life of Xia Dongqing." Jade said.
"Yes." Ye Yi nodded.
"What is that treasure?" Jade asked curiously.
"That is a handful of 箜篌, named Prajna. The 箜篌 is a musical instrument made by the goddess on the Kunlun Mountains in ancient times. Hundreds of mysterious five-color stones polished for 700 years, a total of two thousand seven hundred years, ten 箜篌 were obtained, and then three hundred celestial women went to Kunlun, and one of them, named Prajna, came to the world with the goddess to teach humanity. The instrument of music has been lost after the war. Since then, Prajna has been tossed in the world for thousands of years.
"Aren't three seven hundred years two thousand one hundred years?" Jade looked at Ye Yi in wonder.
"To rhyme, keep a low profile." Ye Yi pressed his hand down.
"Then what is the Huanghu named Prajna let Zhao Li do for her?"
"Her master was killed, but she didn't know who killed it, so she asked Zhao Li to help her find the murderer who killed her master." Ye Yi said.
He walked a few steps forward again, came to the door of the lobby of the house, turned and looked at the darkness in the distance and said: "Here, the old house of the Bai family, the house of the master whose Prajna was killed."
"Back then, the owner of the Bai family was a famous Peking opera actor called Bai Mudan. This 箜篌 has accompanied him for a long time. When he wanted to pass away, he wanted to take this 箜篌 along with him and cut it off. After breaking a string of Prajna, Prajna went crazy and killed him with a broken string."
"The official Zhao brought Prajna to Bai's house and retrieved the broken string, allowing Prajna to retrieve all his memories, but Prajna also went mad and broke all of his strings."
"Why did that white peony commit suicide?" Jade asked.
"He is a Jiaoer, he knows when he should call the curtain call." Ye Yi said.
"What about after that?"
The official Zhao took the Prajna back to Ah Jin's side.
"A Jin, I'm back, I'll wipe your body!" Zhao Li put A Jin, who was only half of his body, in the basin, and poured warm water on him with a scoop.
"Nothing from the waist down." A Jin said, "I have seen all the prisoners who were beheaded. Why am I still alive."
"Planning you out is to keep you alive."
"How do you keep me alive? Unless you are not the same as me... people. I know that when I met you that day, I felt that you were terrible."
"I said, I won't die, I'm not a human being."
"Are you a god of death? Since I met you, my brothers have died."
"Then why are you still alive?"
"It's because I left you a pot of water." Akin said, "Why don't you heal your eyes."
"There are too many evils in this world. I have seen it for too long, and I have to watch it for a long time, so I can't see it."
"I can see it, but only these hands are left."
"What can I do for you?"
"Can I see the Japanese devils being driven out of China?"
"I will let you see it." Zhao Li said firmly.
"Brother official, have you been to Peiping? There is a street in Peiping called Jinjie. I grew up there, I cut people’s hair there, and I met a girl there, she was waiting for me to win the war, she fought Go back to marry her in victory." Jin sighed, "It's a pity, this life is too short."
"What's that girl's name?"
"She's Caiqin."
"Sile is by the water, picking its celery thinly."
"Have you seen a picture of her? The one I have always carried with me, her smile is like a flower swaying in spring."
"My memory is not good. If I remember, I will help you to see her."
"Later, did Ah Jin and Caiqin meet?" Jade asked curiously. The little girl's family is always particularly interested in these separations.