Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 17

If there is a whimper like nothing in the tomb, I don’t know if it is the wind or the clouds have disappeared. The kerosene lamp never said a word, but the reflection on the glass was extremely cruel, clearly reminding everyone that the grace was gone, more than 1,300 years.

“Hey.” The youngest Tu sighed so much for the first time, and the old men squatted underground and sighed.

Ah Yin was leaning against the wall like Li Shiyi just now, with his head hanging down not knowing what he was thinking. After a long while, he raised the corner of his mouth with a smile, mocking and lonely.

Li Shiyi stalked her throat, faintly sore and uncomfortable, but she just kept the burnt pipe away in silence.

When meeting is worse than not seeing, remembering may not be better than forgetting.

Yueniang looked at Awan’s coffin like a soulless candle. The saddest thing was that she lied to herself for so long, but she didn’t remember anything. In the end, she had to be exposed to others for her secret love with Awan.

The arrogant girl of heaven who was wearing a beard and gritted her teeth and swallowed blood, crawling under the ground, stretched her hand to pull the bleeding marks, and wanted to catch it, but the regret and guilt she refused to face after losing her love forever.

In just one step, she can put the rebirth incense under Awan’s nose, holding Awan’s hope of resurrection, and close her eyes and sleep forever.

She also has an unspoken selfishness. She wants Awan to wake up, hold her cold and stiff body, and cry out and out like she did at the time.

She and Awan were only willing to cry in front of each other when Huang Quan was separated.

But what’s worse for her?

At the age of fourteen, on the Spring Festival, when the lanterns of Chang’an City were in the air, she and Awan changed into men’s clothing and went out to play in the palace. The profile of the little Cairen remained in the shadow of the princess, and the profile of the Princess fell on the tip of Cairen’s heart. .

At the age of sixteen, Princess Taiping, the emperor’s palm, married Xue Shao, the son of Chengyang. The eight-tone music played ritual and music rose together. The wall of the county was demolished to marry the car. The lantern was directly lit up in the sky. In the skirt corner, Awan’s figure is hidden under the lush willow tree.

Thirty years later, she gradually forgot the story of Cairen and the princess. The power was carved into the arrogant bones. Only the young children were dragged down in the corridor. She occasionally saw Feng Shu passing by, frowning and asking for politics.

She faced her with a sword, her red eyes were radiating, but she was also asleep, 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. Before they turn into a ghost, they forget a clean one.

Awan was always smarter than her, and went to Huangquan earlier to get a bowl of Mengpo soup and sip Yueniang with a smile.

There was a low sob from the corner, a twitch, extremely restrained, and extremely faint. Li Shiyi looked up and saw Song Shiji biting his lower lip, his chin twitching slightly with his collarbone. The warm teardrop fell to the ground.

Li Shiyi glanced at Ah Yin, and A Yin knew Song Shiji’s head against his shoulder, covered her eyes, and patted her head gently.

Li Shiyi raised his hand to the end of his nose, glanced at the burnt-out kerosene lamp, stood up to sweep the dust on his clothes, and said thinly, “Let’s go.”

Tu Laoyao stood up uninterestedly, shaking his numb hamstrings, leaned over and picked up the lamp.

Yueniang looked at the scattered dust on the ground and shook her head and said, “Leave me here.”

Everyone was startled, and then listened to her: “After looking for these many years, I am very tired and don’t want to leave anymore.”

She looked up and nodded to Li Shiyi: “It’s hard to seal the tomb.”

Li Shiyi’s mouth moved slightly, but in the end he didn’t answer. The upper and lower eyelashes intertwined for a moment, and he nodded in agreement: “Okay.”

When he reached the entrance of the tomb, Li Shiyi turned his head back, his lips moved slowly and said, “Achun.”

Since I came out of the tomb, the moon has faded and the sun has risen. The air in the early morning is the thinnest and the most rushing. With only one inhalation, it goes straight to the center of the human brain. The cold is so cold that the youngest tears and snots. Stream.

He stopped to blow his nose and rubbed his dry palms again. A Yin was slightly in front of him, drowsy wrapped in a gentle and luxurious robe.

Li Shiyi walked for a while by herself, stopped, and looked back at Song Jiu, who was following half a step behind her. She did not cry anymore, but curled her soft fingers, hanging her head and wiping tears silently. , The hand was stained with dust in the tomb, and it made the eyes deep and shallow. 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 Jiu opened her wet apricot eyes, her swollen eyelids turned up, tears still hung in the corners of her eyes, and her mouth was bitten red. With a movement of her delicate nose, she looked up at Li Shiyi and whispered: “In my heart It’s very uncomfortable.”

She was very obediently suppressing her crying, but it was this kind of grievance that made her tone and expression look like an abandoned cub, so pitiful.

“What is it so uncomfortable?” Li Shixi tilted his head and looked down into her eyes seriously, his voice seemed to be softer.

Song Jiu bit his lip for a while, then looked at her with tears and dimly: “You are also uncomfortable.”

“Me?” Li Shixi was surprised.

“I know.” Song Jiu lowered his head and whispered, and poked Li Shi’s chest with his fingers. “You are soft and warm here, so how come it’s not uncomfortable?”

Li Shiyi was a little funny, but stopped talking. He just stepped forward and walked forward. Song Jiu followed, his eyes were muzzled with tears, and his brain cried so badly. He didn’t seem to be able to clear the road, so he leaned his arm over. Rub her against her and let her hold the road.

After taking another two steps, Song Nineteen suddenly said: “What does Yueniang’s friendship with Awan mean?”

Li Shiyi did not answer, but heard her ask: “Is it the same as you?”

Li Shiyi said: “I can’t recognize you for more than ten days, where did the friendship come from?”

Song Nineteen dumbfounded, only ten days ago? But she always felt like many years had passed.

She thought for a while, and then asked, “Then you are the same as Ah Yin, aren’t you?”

Li Shiyi paused and shook his head: “Neither.”

“That…”

“Don’t ask the youngest Tu Yao.”

Song Nineteen wanted to say something but stopped with an “Oh”, wiped a handful of remaining tears on the back of his hand, crying for a long time, as if it was empty, shivering shiveringly at this moment, and sucking his nose twice.

Li Shiyi glanced at her sobbing and choked, and suddenly said, “I think it’s okay to be eighteen or nine years old now.”

“How do you say?” Song Nineteen’s brain was still a little dull, but his ears were pushed up quickly.

Li Shiyi said: “I can spit out my nose and blisters.”

Song Jiu quickly raised his hand to cover the tip of his nose, hiding his face and wailing.

In the morning light, Li Shiyi bent his mouth and smiled slightly, looking through his tears, it was fuzzy and clear as if he was caged in the glass.

The youngest Tu Yao looked at the two people in front of him, and sighed with a smirk: “My mother and my wife are in such a good relationship.”

Niangs? Ayin paused, looking at him complicatedly.

The city of Xi’an ushered in a new dawn, and the ancient city walls were shining brightly. However, Li Shixi and others did not appreciate the blessings of the sunrise. After eating lamb in the water basin on the street, they went back to the house to make up for a full sleep.

When I woke up, the sky was already dark. The man in charge of the house, Lian Ma, asked Li Shiyi, when Miss Achun would come back and said that she made her favorite topping noodles. She has been working in the house for seven or eight years. Miss Achun is always on the go. Holding her bowl of noodles. In a hurry this time, I haven’t eaten it yet.

Li Shiyi said: “She said, don’t leave.”

“It’s okay if you don’t leave.” Lian Ma smiled twice, looked up at the falling rain, and hurriedly held an umbrella to wait for her at the gate.

Song Nineteen snuggled by the door, staring at the rain with enthusiasm.

Li Shiyi held an umbrella in front of her, and Ah Yin and Tu Laoyao who came with him said, “Go out and stroll, the antique market in this city is very good, I want to take a look.”

This hour is an early ghost market, but fortunately, the market at the South Gate of Gulou Street is still open. The drizzle enveloped the gray walls and black tiles, and the signature store flags on both sides were wet and unconsciously wrapped in one place. There were not many people visiting the antique market, and because of the rainy weather, half a street The store door was half open and half covered, and the shopkeeper was dozing behind the counter in a jacket. Occasionally I heard a sharp argument or two, as if I was arguing whether the antiquities originated from the Middle Tang or the Late Tang.

The bluestone slab was washed very clean by raindrops, and the soles of the feet were cold. Li Shixi visited a few shops at random, but saw a few good ones, and asked in detail where it came out. As usual, it’s not a big deal. You can come down in two or three sentences, and you can always get some insight.

She just watched and didn’t mean to pay for her. Some shops didn’t care about her dress. They thought she just asked if she didn’t buy them. They coaxed her out. She was not annoyed. She just smiled and held the umbrella again. Go ahead.

Song Jiu hid under her umbrella, and asked her, “You are fighting, and you also shoot these things, right?”

She said: “Yes.”

“But I saw that you weren’t very like a tomb, but you did some black and white impermanence.” Song 19 didn’t think much before exporting the four words “black and white impermanence” in the book, feeling that the description was very delicate.

Li Shiyi said: “Just eat it.”

Song Nineteen didn’t believe it: “Where are you the one who is short of food?”

“Lack.” Li Shiyi glanced at her, then turned around: “One is not enough.”

Song Nineteen turned his mind two or three times before realizing that she disliked her own meat clips and had eaten several of them. She was a little embarrassed for a while, squinted her eyes with rainy long eyelashes, 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 holding a sweat towel to wipe the rain off his face. The person inside stretched out his hand and gave a few copper plates. The young lady let it out.

The girl was in her twenties, she was of medium stature, thin and weak, her face was covered by a black cloak that kept her from the rain, and she couldn’t see clearly. Inside the cloak was an outdated turquoise-trimmed long jacket, in the style of a Han family girl in the late Qing Dynasty. It was a bit nondescript, but fortunately, the rain was so profound that no one paid much attention, so she took the umbrella and walked forward.

Li Shiyi was talking to Song Shiji, and passed her. The faint cold air hit her shoulders, causing Li Shishi to frown.

The girl walked a few steps, suddenly her heart jumped, held the umbrella to stop, and looked back thoughtfully: “Aheng?”

The laneways are winding, the rain curtain is dripping, and it seems to be an illusion of quietness.

After another half an hour, the sky cleared, and the lantern sellers at the street finally left 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 raised his head and looked at his face. Ah Yin also liked it very much. He was reluctant to put down a few rabbit lamps, and the youngest Tu also looked forward. His eyes fluttered with the bamboo strips in the store’s hand, thinking about going home and doing something for him. The mother-in-law is likable.

Opposite the lantern is a tea seller, and the fragrance of tea comes through. Li Shiyi pursed his lips and entered, and saw that there was no one in the shop. The only girl of seven or eight years old was standing on a low stool, seemingly holding a weighing pole longer than her arm, and she did not dare to go out to learn to weigh.

The girl had long narrow eyes and willow eyebrows, and she was born upright and introverted. Li Shiyi stepped forward and asked her: “What kind of tea do you have in this store?”

“I have a lot of tea in my shop, how do you usually do? Black tea? Green tea?” The girl put down the scale.

Li Shiyi said: “Which do you usually love?”

“Taiping Hukui.” The girl didn’t hesitate to think.

Li Shiyi looked at her and blinked, then suddenly asked, “Is it Taiping or Hou Kui?”

The girl was unclear, so she was about to speak, and the woman inside heard her voice calling her: “Awan!”

She jumped off the low stool and hurried back.

“Ai.”