Bone

The setting sun is thin on the west mountain, adding red makeup to everything.

I didn't have a lot of luggage at hand, so I tidied everything up, and then sent all the paper symbols drawn by the ancestor recently to the hands of the dead in the city, and there was nothing else to do.

Handing out the last stack of talisman papers with his own hands, Qin Nianjiu rubbed his sore shoulders, then turned his head and asked Tan Fengyue, who was holding an umbrella for him, "Where is Sanjiu, it's time to leave, is he still here?" Are you crazy?"

Tan Fengyue was about to shrug her shoulders when she saw Sanjiu trotting over from far to near with a bag full of snacks.

As soon as he stood still and hadn't even caught his breath, he threw up the things in his arms and hurriedly showed off, "Hey! My friends asked me to take it with me on the way! As soon as I said I wanted to go, They can't bear me!"

His face was full of complacency, and he picked them up and counted them for the two of them, "This is the rice cake from Xiao He, this is the peach cake from Ah Lan, and this is the jujube cake made by Da'an..."

Listening to him reading, Qin Nianjiu clicked his tongue twice in his heart, thinking sourly that he is also a ghost, and even this little ghost has friends to feed him, but he has only received two pears from the ancestor—one of them It was also donated by him to the ghost messenger.

When he thought of the pears that he gave to others, he felt a little guilty for no reason. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Fengyue. He helped Sanjiu put away the pile of food and asked casually: "Isn't Gong How come you haven't seen her all day?"

Who knows.Tan Fengyue glanced at him, and said coolly, "She didn't want to let you leave Qingyuan. Now that you are leaving, she must be very sad, and she has no heart to see you off."

He was carrying a gun with a stick, but Qin Nianjiu couldn't understand it at all, he just thought he was explaining for Gong Buwang, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Yo, it's strange that you understand her."

Tan Fengyue: "..." How did he understand this?

Just as she was speechless, she heard the ghost mutter again: "She doesn't want to let 'us' go, who knows who she doesn't want to let go..."

No matter how I think about it, it is more likely that this ancestor has an unfinished relationship with her.

...I always feel that there seems to be an inexplicable sour taste in the ghost's words. Tan Fengyue squinted her eyes slightly, and before she could speak, she saw Sanjiu pinch her nose, tilted her head and said in puzzlement: "Hey, what are you talking about, Mr. Ghost?" Is it so sour?"

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

Tan Fengyue: "..."

Once the subtle emotions in my heart were pointed out bluntly, I didn't even realize it before, and it became more and more like that.Qin Nianjiu choked, glared at the brat in a panic, and dragged him away, "Let's go, if you drag on, it will be dark!"

Tan Fengyue keenly took his panic into her eyes, smiled silently, and followed.

Guessing that Gong Buwang was not in the mood to say goodbye, but when he reached the gate of the city, he found her standing by the gate with arms folded.

She was dressed in a red dress, and her expression was still so cold and proud. When she saw the two big and one young coming, she didn't move to meet them, but raised her chin lightly, "Are you ready to go?"

Qin Nianjiu looked at her in surprise, nodded, "Yes, I have to go get the carriage before the sun goes down."

No one told Gongbu that they had to go to the imperial capital first, so she only thought that they were going to collect their bones alone - she didn't know how long it would take for them to return, and the days would be boring again up.

Even though she was reluctant, she could only lick her red lips, and said to them: "Okay."

After thinking about it, he said a few extra words, "Hurry up, hurry back, be careful on the way, don't provoke people from the sect..."

Still frowning at the mention of Zongmen people, she looked at Qin Nianjiu and pursed her lips again, "You, after you finish tightening your bones, don't fall into reincarnation—"

This is not the first time she confessed these words, Qin Nianjiu followed her words with a bit of dumbfounding: "Don't enter reincarnation, you want to go back to Qingyuan, right? You know, remember it all."

It's not that he is perfunctory with her words, on the contrary, he speaks with sincerity.After all, as far as he is concerned, if he really wants to stay in the world for a long time, what is better than Qingyuan?

Gong Buwang also knew it was so, he snorted lightly, and smiled with his lips drawn together: "It's good to know!"

Although the two colors of pink and daisy are beautiful, they are not as bright as red.She was originally beautiful, but now the setting sun is slanting, and the red dress on her body seems to be able to compete with the setting sun, so that her smile can melt ice and snow.

Rao even Qin Nianjiu couldn't help but said: "Sure enough, the palace girl looks good in the red dress."

Gong Buwang always liked to listen to compliments, but after hearing this, he was dazed for a moment for no reason, as if countless thoughts were running through his mind, but he couldn't hold on tightly.

No one noticed her momentary loss of focus, Qin Nianjiu pointed to the red clothes on his body, and secretly stepped on the patriarch who was picking clothes, "Unlike me, wearing red clothes is unconventional."

Tan Fengyue didn't listen carefully to what he was sarcasm at all, it was only at this moment that she realized that the two of them were wearing red clothes, standing together was quite different——

He hurried over and pulled the ghost away a little calmly.

Gong Buwang couldn't see the reason for the strangeness in his heart, so he didn't think about it any more, he just smiled and said: "It's alright, alright, you will praise. Don't delay, let's go quickly."

No matter how much you say, you will have to say goodbye.Qin Nianjiu nodded and said goodbye to her with a smile.

……

After leaving Qingyuan, he went straight back to the post station in Qinyuan to pick up the carriage.

The horseshoes clattered to the south, and the smoke and dust raised seemed to turn into clouds in the sky.When the sky gradually turned from purple-red to blue-black, both Qingyuan and Qinyuan had been left far behind.

Qin Nianjiu went back to Yang Liangu, but he couldn't find the bone, but he felt a lot of emotions that he didn't understand before—now he tasted the blind sorrow of parting.

Partly because of his lack of sadness, partly because he was disturbed by the unintentional and quick words before March [-]th, he didn't talk to Tan Fengyue much along the way, he just sat on the front shelf of the carriage in a muffled voice, watching the horse's tail sweep Yang Yang.

Tan Fengyue wisely didn't bother him, she just drove on her own way, thinking about when she could take the time to make up for her soul - when she went in and out of the formation while scouting the horses and horses, she was hacked twice before leaving Qingyuan, and then He was hacked once, a total of three times... I really don't know what went wrong in his brain decades ago, he chose to obey the things in other people's temples, so that he would suffer in vain now...

After being so silent for most of the way, Qin Nianjiu finally couldn't bear the silence, and turned his head to talk to Sanjiu, but found that Sanjiu was hugging his pile of treasures, eating and dozing off, and turned back to talk to Fengyue, but he always had that "" The word "sour" caused confusion, so he hesitated for a long time, and then pretended to be calm and unrestrained, he patted the ancestor, and picked a topic to ask, "How long will it take to go to the imperial capital?"

"Three or five days." Tan Fengyue briefly estimated the time, and said: "When I arrive in the imperial capital in three or five days, I don't know how long I will stay in the imperial capital. How long will it take..."

Hearing his words seemed to be complaining, Qin Nianjiu was a little hesitant, but he changed the subject and continued: "I can't make it in time to come back to watch the Lantern Festival."

Qin Nianjiu was stunned, and asked subconsciously: "Huh? How do you know that I'm thinking..."

Just now when they were picking up the carriage at the post station, the post owner asked them why they didn't stay for a few more days. He said that in ten days it would be the Lantern Festival in the town, and the town was very lively.The ghost didn't say anything at the time, only that he was still rushing to the imperial capital, but the pity in his eyes couldn't fool anyone, and he sighed silently.

Tan Fengyue didn't say it was because he wrote all his thoughts on his face, it was too easy to guess, so he just comforted him in a soft voice: "The Lantern Festival is held every year, after the bones are collected, go back to Qingyuan, and then go to see it in the next year." Same."

Qin Nian was silent for a long time, secretly wondering how this old ancestor suddenly became more considerate... and he has made an appointment with him for the coming year.

... In the coming year, will he be by your side?

... what will happen next?

As soon as I thought about it, the emotion that had been elusive and incomprehensible lingered in my heart again.It seems warm, sour, joyful, and worrying... It seems to be mixed with all kinds of flavors.

So he just pursed his lips and remained silent.

With the sound of horseshoes hitting the ground, the two of them didn't speak any more, and let the horse carry the bright moon to the sky.

Under the clear light of the bright moon, a carriage was galloping along the avenue, passing several groups of carriages and horses traveling at night from time to time.

Recently, he had a very good schedule in Qingyuan, before it was late at night, sleepiness had already covered his eyelids, forcing Qin Nianjiu to close his eyes wearily, and tilted his head lightly on the frame of the car.

Seeing that the sleepy ghost leaned forward and was about to fall out of the carriage, Tan Fengyue swiftly stretched out her hand to cushion the back of his head, pulled him back, and pushed him into the carriage to sleep.

Qin Nianjiu was so sleepy that he didn't even open his eyes, he murmured "Mmm", turned over and fell asleep.

"..." Tan Fengyue shook her head helplessly, did not disturb him, turned around and sat on the frame, slowed the horse a little, and took the opportunity to restore her soul.

He really had good intentions, fearing that this ghost would not sleep well outside, so he suppressed the little charming thoughts in his heart, and put him in a relatively spacious compartment, but he didn't know that he was beside him. Well, Qin Nianjiu's sleep can be described as unbearable for a long time.

The long-lost dream strikes again, and it is still extremely confusing——

At one time, he and Gong Buwang were competing in moves, and the wind shattered and fell, whether it was snow or flowers; at another time, someone raised his lips and smiled, and the sky blue clothes fluttered; It was when he was hugged by someone in the deep nightmare, the person said "it's me"; at one time he was hugging Sanjiu, telling him a story in a warm voice; The scene of laughter; for a while, it was a village candle lamp made by Luo Sha privately...

The curtains shattered and overlapped, so he couldn't tell whether what he dreamed was the past or the present.

But in this scene, the same azure figure was present.

Vaguely, he thought, since Tan Fengyue is by his side, it must be something in this life.

...He is always there.

Vaguely, he thought.

……

……

The horse was walking slowly along the way, Qin Nianjiu's side was ups and downs in a chaotic dream, Tan Fengyue's side was not feeling well either.

The pain of repairing the soul was worse than the previous two times, and the picture in front of him became clearer. Although it was still a little blurry, the colors were so bright that it was a little dazzling. It was a scene of blue sky, white clouds and green leaves—— It seems to be sitting on a tree, looking up at the sky, and there is the sound of the piano in the ear.

It should be someone playing the piano under the tree.

Hearing that the meaning of this piano is as deep and cold as the cold Tan, you don't need to think about it, you know it should be the frosty man in white.

In the cool sound of the piano, he heard himself laughing in his voice, talking to the man in white, "...I carried you all the way back from Risheng Huangquan, and took pains to heal your wounds—there is no credit but hard work, and you will always succeed." Ask for something in return?"

Tan Fengyue was startled.He once saw in a dream, the man in red on his back, could it be this dear friend?

As expected, the man in white didn't answer his words, and just played the piano by himself.

In the picture, he seemed a little disappointed, lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and smiled again when he spoke again, "Forget it, I've always been magnanimous and never thought of anything in return."

The voice is exhausted, and the sound of the piano is uninterrupted, drifting away.

……

The person of the past is no longer the person she is today, Tan Fengyue watched this scene calmly, she just felt as if she was looking at other people's affairs, and her emotions were not connected.

...Besides, if he guessed correctly, the man in white finally gave him a "return gift".

It was he who made it with his own hands, cast it with his own strength, and named it "Tearing the Heart" by himself... that silver fan.

——"碦."

The wide round wheels ran over a stone, shaking the carriage and waking up two people inside and outside the carriage.

The picture dissipated, and the chaotic dream faded away.

When the dream came to an end, Qin Nianjiu vaguely heard a gentle male voice sighing with himself: "... I am not as good as you..."

But before he could figure out if there was the ancestor beside him this time, he was disturbed by the jolting carriage and opened his eyes, and saw the dreamer in Tsing Yi through the bundled curtain. It suddenly dawned on me.

Tan Fengyue seemed to hear the sound of the zither still in her ear, and she was a little dazed. Seeing that the ghost had woken up, she unexpectedly asked: "...Can you master the melody?"

After hearing his endless question, Qin Nianjiu suddenly regained consciousness, and glanced at him suspiciously.

Finding that this old ancestor would feel a little weird every time he passed through the knot formation and was struck by the knot formation - first he knocked over the teacup, and then closed the door for a day, Qin Nianjiu guessed that he must have remembered something from the past In the past, Xu was still related to the beauty in red, so he curled his lips inexplicably, "True."

Tan Fengyue paused for a while, "Then... what musical instrument do you know?"

Qin Nianjiu has been in the borderland for 67 years. There are not a few zithers, zithers, and flutes burned by strangers. Angrily said: "Wooden fish."

Tan Fengyue: "..."

The trance that remained in his heart was dispelled by this nonsense in an instant, he gave the ghost a blank look, and sat upright, "Sleep more, the night road is still long."

However, Qin Nianjiu didn't feel much sleepy anymore, turned over and walked out beside him, and asked him with a little worry, "Do you have to stay in the carriage for three or five days?" It wasn't long before he left Qingyuan, and he already missed that night Sleep without dreams...

Tan Fengyue glanced at him, and seeing his listless appearance, she dug out the map bought by the owner of Wenyi Station, looked at it by the moonlight, and said: "Go faster during the day, and you can stay overnight in Yecheng during the day. , take a short break, and won't waste too much time."

He just casually reported the name of a city on the way, but this ghost regained his energy for a moment, and said excitedly: "Yecheng?!"

Not understanding why this ghost was so startled, Tan Fengyue raised her eyebrows slightly, "What?"

Qin Nianjiu pressed his finger on his lips, made a silent movement, and said mysteriously: "You will know when you go, I will take you to learn more!"

I thought to myself that this ghost has lived in the boundary for a long time and is ignorant of worldly affairs. How could he still know the name of this place?Tan Fengyue looked at his excited face, almost wanting to get to the bottom of it ahead of time, but still trying to resist not to speak, half puzzled, half funny and replied, "... um."

He also heard the ghost who was pretending to be mysterious and emphasized: "You must not ask me, otherwise it will be boring!"

Tan Fengyue was about to be amused by his funny appearance, so she could only suppress her smile and cooperate: "Okay, don't ask."

Unexpectedly, the ghost's expression became even more tangled. After hesitating for a while, he whispered: "...Why don't you ask?"

Tan Fengyue finally couldn't hold back any longer, she chuckled lightly, and all the little things in her heart were suddenly swept away.

——Why do we always remember the past that can no longer be recovered.

The past, the past, and the present.