Doling man

Li Chengtian has been dragging his arms since he left the hotel door.From time to time, he looked at Cheng Huan with his mouth crooked and aggrieved. At first, Cheng Huan ignored him, but Li Chengtian made an inch of it. He rubbed himself in front of Cheng Huan, sent him over his shoulder and said, "Look, look! My neck is crooked. , and this waist are all your masterpieces!"

Cheng Huan looked helpless, and said seriously: "Get lost!"

When he left the yard, he looked at the house in the innermost alley where the lights were lit last night. Without the red lanterns and spirit lights, he looked like an ordinary house.

Li Chengtian urged: "Let's go."

The car winds up the winding mountain road, goes down the mountain, and then crosses a jungle. From a distance, there are some eaves exposed between the valleys. The car can't drive in, so it can only park on the side of the road.

When they got out of the car, they met an old man with a firewood on his back. He pointed to the distance and said, "That's the village. It has been abandoned for decades, but there are still people looking for it. Regardless of how close it is, this mountain surrounds the mountain. It takes a long time to walk on the river."

Li Chengtian smiled and thanked earnestly: "Understood, thank you."

After returning to the old man, the two continued to walk along the mountain road.From the moment he got off the car, Cheng Huan was expressionless and tense.Li Chengtian took two quick steps and called out, "Cheng Huan."

Cheng Huan stopped, turned his head, and forced a smile.

Li Chengtian had never seen such a warm smile on this face that was used to indifference. Facing Cheng Huan's whitewashing, his heart felt uncomfortable.

He lowered his voice and called softly again: "Cheng Huan."

Cheng Huan took his hand, with moist warmth in his palm, and said, "If I enter reincarnation now, I think I will definitely regret it. Since we got along, I haven't said anything serious, and I haven't even had the patience to talk to you." You got along well."

Li Chengtian grabbed him with his backhand, took two quick steps, and led him up and down the winding mountain road, saying, "Don't worry, I will always let you return it to me one by one."

They walked for a while, and heard the gurgling of the river from a distance, and then walked along the path to the wooden bridge. Looking from the top to the bottom, the water flow was a bit turbulent.

The wooden bridge was rickety, only four ropes were holding it. Li Chengtian said: "This should be the source of Binhe." After crossing the bridge, he entered the village not far away.

Li Chengtian glanced at the sun that was about to set, and said, "The time is just right."

After the sun faded, the village looked more and more desolate, with ruined rock walls and cobweb-covered doors, all of which were wide open. A quick glance showed that the village had been deserted for a long time.

Cheng Huan stepped over the threshold of the nearest house, walked around the yard and said: "From the young people who go out to work to the old people and children who stay behind, it will be a lifetime away from home. The mountain road is so rugged that you can walk away. Of course I won't come back."

Li Chengtian approached a courtyard wall, looked at the vivid picture of Hou Yi shooting the sun on the wall, and said: "From the new to the old, it is just a thought. People, three generations away, will forget it completely. Who will remember where it came from? Where are you going?"

Cheng Huan stepped out of the yard first, turned around, and saw a half of the tree's head protruding from behind the layers of walls, and said, "So what if I remember?"

He frowned and walked towards the big tree.

On both sides of the path, there are high and low walls. Looking ahead, there is an open space. In the middle of the open space, there is a tall cypress tree with dead branches and leaves. It doesn't look like a living thing at all.

Li Chengtian walked over, knocked on the tree trunk and said, "It's completely dried out, only this skin is left."

Cheng Huan gently stroked the trunk and said, "It's been withered for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the gate of the yard, and when he got closer, he passed through the gate and vaguely saw the offerings in the house, and only then did he know that this used to be a temple.

Stepping over the threshold, one can see the soft light on the left side of the gate at a glance, and the spirit light is getting brighter and brighter in response to the indifference of the sun about to set.Cheng Huan picked up the lamp, stared at it carefully and said, "It seems that someone arrived earlier than us and has been waiting for a long time."

He walked forward with the lamp, stood at the gate of the temple, turned around and looked at the open space.

A few pieces of crystals fell from the sky here and there, and Cheng Huan reached out to catch them in his palms. They turned out to be six-petalled snowflakes. Looking into the distance, the sky and the earth became one color, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, and bursts of cold air invaded.

Cheng Huan stretched out his hand and touched the snowflakes. The snowflakes melted instantly, forming a small water stain.The village is high on the inside and low on the outside, and at the end of the horizon, the sky and the earth meet, forming a single piece of white, and a few small white flags are raised in the distance. When all the people holding the poles show their heads, they can see clearly that they are the spirit flags of the funeral. .

The long suona sound pierced the sky, the leading boy was covered with a few straws on his head, his white linen clothes were submerged in the snow, his backs were hunched, his feet were stepping on the flying snow, and he walked very slowly.

It was only when he got closer that he could clearly see that he was holding two spiritual tablets in his hand, followed by a flatbed cart, and the rows of people on the cart were actually spiritual tablets.In the team of five, except for the leading boy, no one was dressed in linen and filial piety. They were all ordinary gray padded jackets and felt hats for walking in the snow. It was a vast expanse of whiteness, only this light was dazzlingly red.

As the boy moved forward, he sniffled and wiped away his tears.Cheng Huan watched from afar without moving, and when he got closer, the boy raised his head, and the two of them met their eyes.The young man's eyebrows looked a little familiar, and he timidly connected the line in his memory. It was the kid Li Chengtian picked up 300 years ago.

Cheng Huan was holding the spirit lamp, his knuckles were already turning white, and the team gradually drifted away. He looked away, turned and walked towards the temple.

Li Chengtian chased after a few steps, and asked: "This is..." He stopped after speaking half a sentence, not knowing how to ask further.

Cheng Huan said in a deep voice: "It was the scene before I was alive. The Cheng family had sons, which means three grams, father, mother, and the whole family. In a big fire, there were 18 men and 17 women in the family. 35 people, overnight, none of them survived, and the most useless one was left..."

Cheng Huan took one step faster, and went straight into the temple: "This place used to be called the Pangu Temple. After the fire, I asked for a lottery here to see my fate clearly. I have resentment in my heart. I have done nothing wrong, and I have done no harm." People, why don't you have a good life?"

"Cheng Huan..." Li Chengtian ended with a breathy voice, and called out in a low voice.

"I came here alone, and I just knelt there, looking at the statue of Pangu in the middle of the hall...his head is on the sky, his feet are on the ground, the sun, moon, stars, rivers, lakes, seas, three mountains and five mountains are all flowing with his blood. Nourish the earth with kind thoughts, if there really is a spirit in the sky, why do you have to embarrass... me?"

"..."

"Li Chengtian, God's duty has never been to protect. Fate is too much, and everyone can't take care of themselves. From this point of view, who can protect whom? Keep a little faith, but wait until you really can't live anymore, and reluctantly convince yourself."

Cheng Huan stepped across the threshold and looked at the little scholar on the futon in front of the hall. The little scholar knelt with his head bowed and put his hands together in prayer.Emperor Pangu was aloof, with a red body and golden body, and a pair of warm and powerful eyes.

An old voice sounded from the back hall. The old man stroked his beard twice, his brows were sunken in his eye sockets, and while his face was getting more sallow, he said, "I seem to have come here earlier today."

He pulled a little boy in gray clothes. The little boy's puffy face was full of snot, he gasped twice, let go of the old man's hand, ran towards the little scholar, and threw himself on his chest. arms.

The little scholar hugged him, smiled cheerfully, and said, "Little fat man is getting heavy again." He hugged him again, and suddenly he was rested by something. With an "oops", he rubbed his waist and asked, " What did you do, you are so ticklish?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of the door: "Yo! I'm used to hiding!" Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first. The dry voice of that person was really unpleasant.

It was only after entering the room that he could see his appearance clearly, a round face with two small mung bean eyes.Wearing a yellow satin-coated gold coat, one can tell at a glance that he is a son of a rich family.

Young Master Wang came in playing with a folding fan, followed by twenty or thirty men, some with sticks, some with shovels, these people were old and young, their eyes were fixed on the person in front of them.

Seeing the battle, the little scholar stammered and asked, "Wang... Young Master Wang, what do you mean by bringing so many people?"

With a groan, Wang Dashao opened the folding fan, pulled his male duck voice, and said, "More than 70 households in Pangu Village, old and young, have collected more than a dozen taels of silver to repair the Pangu Temple. A heavy rain in the sky solved the drought. Who knows... day and night defenses, but house thieves are hard to guard against..."

"You mean... I stole the money?"

First Young Master Wang glanced at him sideways and said, "Every household in the village sees you in pity, and they are afraid that you will starve to death on the street, so they let you borrow an errand to live in the temple. I didn't expect you...huh... ...to guard against self-stealing!"

"You spitting blood! I didn't!"

"No? The box is in the back hall, do you dare to open it for everyone to see?"

A few people walked out of the line, arguing: "That's right! Let us see if you didn't steal it?"

"let us see?"

A young man walked through the crowd with a box in his arms and said, "Master, here comes the box."

First Young Master Wang took the box, raised his eyes and looked at the young scholar provocatively, and said, "I will help you open it, or will you open it yourself?"

The little scholar walked to the table, took out the key from his pocket, and kept his hand in the air, not dropping it for a long time.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and when the little scholar turned his head, he happened to see the old man pointing a short knife at Young Master Wang's neck, saying, "Xiao Cheng, go!"

The little scholar hesitated for a moment, his eyes became redder and redder with tears in his eyes.

The old man said: "What are you waiting for, hurry up..." Before he finished speaking, Wang Dashao snatched the knife with his backhand and knocked his elbow on the corner of his eye.The old man immediately fell to the ground, Wang Dashao went up and mended his feet again, cursing and saying: "I don't want to die! Meddle in your own business and watch what you are doing. Bind this broom star to me. With him here, don't mention three people." Month, there won't be a single drop of rain for three years, and by then, you'll all have to die together!"

Everyone froze for a moment, turned around, and approached the little scholar step by step.

The little scholar's eyes were full of horror, he shook his head and said, "I didn't steal money...I didn't steal money!"

Young Master Wang held his fan and smiled triumphantly: "Hang him on the tree outside, I think he will say it or not!"

The noisy voices of the crowd fell to the ground in an instant, and the surrounding figures suddenly disappeared. Cheng Huan clenched his fists, and the inside of his palms was covered with fine sweat.

He turned his head and glanced at Li Chengtian indifferently, then turned and walked outside the temple.

The young man was naked from the upper body, and was hung on the big tree at the entrance of the temple. The scorching sun hit his body and sunk into his skin.

He watched more and more people gathered on the ground, sobbing and crying: "I didn't steal money, I didn't..."

Young Master Wang closed his fan, walked out of the crowd and said, "When disasters come from heaven, there must be evil stars that cause disaster to the world." He covered his head with the fan, squinted his eyes and said, "It seems that today I have to sacrifice you to the sky. gone."

The crowd gradually dissipated, the little scholar pulled up his last bit of strength, and looked at Cheng Huan in the distance. Cheng Huan turned his head and glanced at Li Chengtian. He didn't know when Li Chengtian disappeared completely.

Cheng Huan looked into the young man's desperate eyes, and his heart was full of pity. At this moment, he felt that any words would be useless, and he murmured: "Reincarnation goes back and forth, life and death are immortal..."

When the voice fell, the little scholar finally closed his eyes.