Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 39

Song Nineteen was really interested: “Which one?”

“Probably two years before I moved to the mountains, a girl asked me to be a matchmaker.” The rain fell a little, and the sky was brighter. The embroidered bandage in Yan Niang’s hand stretched the white silk tightly. , Reflecting the light, you can see the small vertical and horizontal Silk Road.

“You have to know that it is very weird that the eldest girl came to ask someone to speak for a matchmaker, not to mention that the girl is very beautiful. My eyes are long and slender, not very beautiful, but the girl has a pair of big, black and shiny eyes. The eye, the end of the eye is flying upwards, the look of affection. In the past few decades, in the next ten years, I have never seen such a beautiful eye.” She said, the hand wearing a thimble was in the eye. When she gestured, there were obvious lines in the corners of her eyes, which formed a cruel contrast with the girl in her mouth.

“The girl was born good-looking, but she didn’t speak very clearly. The birth date was in a mess, and there was no grandfather and elder in the family. She seemed to be helpless, but she was very generous.” Yan Niang pierced a needle down. , The cotton thread quickly passed through with a sound of “crash,” bounced up small floating dust.

“It’s not surprising,” she squinted at the stitches, raised her head and smiled. “The most strange thing is that she has a sedan chair by herself, and she returns to my door, saying if she finds Ruyi Mr. Lang, please go into the sedan chair and carry it back.”

“Look at you, I’m afraid that you think that girl is stupid?” Yan Niang shook her head to Song Jiu, “I was thinking like this at first, but she was actually very creative, and her speech and demeanor were no different from ordinary people. I. At that time, she was young and the girl came here admiringly. She didn’t want to let her down, so she agreed.”

Song Jiu’s eyes were black and white, and they were somewhat similar to the strange girl.

Yan Niang embroidered each stitch and thread, and said, “I was very focused at that time. I collected all the young talents from the Forty-Nine cities, and gave her the famous post like running water, let her choose her. She also takes it very seriously.”

“But the first time, I didn’t look at it, the second time, and I didn’t look at it. After three, four, five or six times, she took the sedan chair to see it every three to five times, but she turned back empty-handed.” Today, Yan Niang Still a little confused, maybe there is still a little unwillingness, the young master Wang Er of the pawnshop in the west of the city, he is one of the best talents in a hundred, but the girl said that he loves to speak foreign languages, and it sounds like a stupid parrot raised by Tushan people.

She doesn’t know who Tushan is, but this girl is difficult to deal with, she knows everything.

“What happened later?” Song Nineteen was fascinated by it, his teeth biting a small piece of tender meat on the back of his hand, rubbing unconsciously.

“So there is more than a year before and after, and after the second year enters the summer, the girl will be in the future.” Come for no reason, go inexplicably, Yan Niang is a little melancholy for no reason, “I asked someone to look for it for half a month. I wanted to send back the silver taupe she gave me, but I didn’t find it.”

Yan Niang sighed for a long time, and there was some unspeakable aftertaste between her no longer young lips and nose: “Speaking of which, this is also my heart disease. My matchmaker has done a good job, and the ten miles and eight towns have a reputation, only this time. I was a little unhappy when I hit a wall, and it didn’t take long for me to’golden basin to wash my hands’ and moved into the mountains.”

Song Jiu took a breath. She didn’t like such a story without beginning and end. In her heart, she looked like an unboiled copper pea, and she was a little taken aback. She glanced sideways at Li Shiyi, but saw her. The eyes are clear and the clouds are light and the sky is high, making her feel refreshed for a moment.

So she chose another topic: “As a matchmaker, you are close to the water, and you haven’t found a good one for yourself?” It’s too selfless.

Yan Niang “puchi” smiled and covered her lips, and the thimble between her fingers added a mature voice to her: “It’s just because I’m used to seeing things like men and women.”

Song 19 is a pity for her: “But in this life, if you haven’t been in a red sedan chair, it would be a pity.”

She said casually, but Li Shiyi moved his eyebrows and turned his face to look at her thoughtfully.

Yan Niang smiled and shook her head and lowered her eyes to embroider. When the delicate stamens were formed, she suddenly raised her head as if remembering something, and said gently, “Speaking of which, I’ve been in the sedan chair once.”

When the sky cleared, she put aside the embroidery work, looked around in the yard, sat down again, and said: “The girl’s sedan chair is very delicate, the red background is more than rouge, and the golden luan and silver phoenix live together. Once I was reading a famous post in her and couldn’t help but sneak up and sit down.”

“It’s also a coincidence that as soon as I took the seat, the blue sky thundered in the day, and there was a shining sun and rain.” The remaining raindrops on the window sill fell to the ground, as if responding to her, she smiled, “I I didn’t know much about it at that time, I was very guilty, so I crawled out in a hurry and entered the house undecided, the girl…”

She paused, unable to speak.

The girl held up the umbrella and stood in the rain looking at her blushing cheeks, her eyes seemed clear, but she didn’t even know.

Yan Niang smiled, stood up, and said, “The rain has stopped.”

Li Shiyi retracted his eyes from the shiny tabletop, glanced outside, and stood up and said, “It’s fine, it’s time to say goodbye.”

Yan Niang expected that they must have something to do and didn’t leave much, she only took off the thimble to send them out.

Just when I opened the door, I saw a bunch of white fluffy things leaning against the roots of the wall leaning in. It was the size of a puppy, with a pointed face and black pupils. The original bright hair was soaked wet and stained with a lot of mud. The little paw stuck to the ground, gasping for breath.

“A Bai.” Yan Niang called it out with a smile, the hidden worries in her eyebrows finally disappeared.

The little beast called Abai whimpered and walked slowly towards her. Yan Niang squatted down, ignoring the long skirt soaked in the mud, only half-holding and touching her head.

“When I moved here, Abai followed me, and I just went out to find it.” Yan Niang said.

Li Shiyi looked down at A Bai, and saw Yan Niang holding it in his arms, her head drooping on Yan Niang’s arms, Yan Niang gave them away while stroking her well-behaved back: “It’s getting older. The legs and feet are not very neat, and the courage is extremely small.”

Song Nineteen wanted to step forward to touch it, but when he heard this, he withdrew his hand, and followed Li Shiyi out the door.

Yan Niang leaned against the door and nodded farewell to them.

A little water splashed on the side of the footsteps, and the two of them entered the forest again. Song Jiu raised his face and asked Li Shiyi: “What was that just now?”

Li Xi said: “Fox.”

“It was this.” Song Jiu smiled, and the little beast rolled in the mud, dark and dirty, and he didn’t even recognize it.

She thought that Li Shiyi would not speak any more, but listened to her softly and opened her mouth: “Do you really like listening to stories?”

Song Nineteen nodded.

Li Shiyi blinked his thin phoenix eyes, and said, “Then I will tell you one.”

“Okay.” Song Jiu was overjoyed, looking at her expectantly.

Li Shiyi pushed aside a half-person tall weed, thought for a moment, and said, “It is said that there are spirit foxes in the south of Tushan Mountain, and the foxes have nine tails. They have been cultivated for 400 years, and they can get a human body.”

“Ling fox grows up to five hundred years old and needs to be married. He carries the sedan chair to welcome back to Tushan. If it fails, the human body will be lost and it will return to the animal shape.”

Song Nineteen’s heart was overwhelmed, and fragments of fragments were connected strangely. In the picture was the weird girl, the exquisite sedan chair, the timid A Bai, and the solitary Yan Niang.

Li Shiyi raised his eyes and looked at the clear sky, and continued: “When the person you like gets into the sedan chair, it will rain on a sunny day, and it will not stop for half a day.”

Song Nineteen bit his lower lip, looked back unconsciously, and then softly responded, “What’s the name of this story?”

Li Shiyi smiled lightly and whispered–

“Sui Sui white fox, nine-tailed Pang Pang. Embracing you, the earth will last forever.”

The author has something to say:

1. It is a folklore that the fox gets married and rains in the sun. 2. The legend of the nine-tailed fox in Tushan has something to do with Dayu’s wife, Tushan. The last sentence also comes from “Tu Shan Ge” in “Lu Shi Chun Qiu”: “Sui Sui white fox, nine-tailed Pang Pang. Embracing the king, the earth will last forever.”