The old woman was a few meters away, staring at Zhuo Yiwen with gloomy eyes, Zhuo Yiwen was a little timid in her heart, and she was calm on the surface, only to see the wind and clouds surging and the sand and gravel rolling, the black shadow was rolling bigger and bigger like a whirlwind, opening her teeth and claws and covering the world, there was a ghostly howl of the old woman in the wind, Zhuo Yiwen was even more frightened Holding the copper flute and concentrating on vigilance, at this time, the wind was mixed with the voice of the gloomy side, 'The kid is cunning, lie to me The old man has taken your way, take your life', Zhuo Yiwen disdainfully said,;' If you want to suck my blood dry, wouldn't it be too cheap for you to be tied up and be a lamb to the slaughter', the old woman wiped the liquid on her face and snorted coldly, "The praying mantis blocks the car and can't measure its own strength, and waiting for death comfortably is acquaintance, otherwise why bother to hurt your muscles and bones", Zhuo Yiwen smiled bitterly, "I'm not afraid of death, what's the matter with tossing", the old woman said angrily, "The boy is not good, I will let you be tortured and die, then you will know what it means to hurt your muscles and bones, and what is the pain of this death."

Zhuo Yiwen was a little angry and held his head high and said; I disdain ordinary people for the sake of interests, but life and dignity are standing up to the sky, do you want to shake your head and beg for your death?', after speaking, the tiger's eyes widened, the old woman was slightly stunned, her body trembled slightly, the pupils of the huge eyes on her face seemed to be dilated, she stared into the distance silently, there was a sound in her throat, and suddenly her eyes were like a moment, and suddenly the sand and stones were flying, and the wind swept the yellow sand and rolled over, Zhuo Yiwen saw a huge shadow spread around like a shadow, faintly and overlapping for a whileZhuo Yiwen was out of breath and secretly annoyed, thinking of the old woman's words, it was really humiliating to have no chance of winning with ghosts, and he was suddenly a little deflated, looking blankly at the phantom around him, flickering and becoming more and more depressed.

Zhuo Yiwen was sighing to himself, the cold was torn off the neck and a layer of skin was shed, the blood gushed out, and there was a sound of laughter in the sand, the phantom gradually solidified, and gradually stood a few meters away with clarity and gloom, biting a piece of bloody flesh in his mouth, Zhuo Yiwen was in pain and wanted to spew fire in his eyes, he suddenly raised the copper flute to fight for his life, and heard a boom The swirling sand and gravel quickly dispersed, and suddenly condensed into several spirit snake-like sand arrows shot directly at Zhuo Yiwen, Zhuo Yiwen couldn't dodge the body and suddenly had thousands of holes on his body, constantly outwardly praised the blood, and suddenly became a bloody man, with the intention to kill the thief and unable to return to the sky, Zhuo Yiwen sat on the sand in a daze, He seems to see the distant business travel, he is also one of them full load, the quiet silk road is so peaceful and magical, and the distant cottage mother's cordial call sounded in his ears, Zhuo Yiwen suddenly burst into tears, the old mother climbed the hill every day, the old eyes looked at the distance dizzily, and the figure of Luo Mu was even more gloomy.

Zhuo Yiwen put the piccolo into his mouth, and a sad flute echoed in the desert. 'Mom, I was carrying the bags you packed for me, my son heard your call in the distance, your trembling hands were still stagnant in mid-air, your white hair was scattered in the cold wind, your cloudy eyes could no longer see the distance, but you were still watching.

Thy son is no longer able to go back, and thy heart may feel it, may the mournful sound of the flute drift to thy side like the clouds in the sky, and in thy sorrow and despair, look at the clouds in the sky and that is your son who plays hide and seek, and walk among the clouds, and thou shalt be full of joy, and those feet are still wearing the new straw sandals that thou hast made.'

Zhuo Yiwen is sad about the passage of life, accompanied by the mournful flute sound seems to hear the wolf howling, the old girl licked her chapped lips, like the wind approaching Zhuo Yiwen, Zhuo Yiwen's eyes were scattered and ignored everything around him, the ghost woman heard the flute and paused for a moment, and suddenly looked stagnant and cried, that life has been nearly a thousand years now, our childhood sweethearts have no guesses and you are transported to Mobei, you want to return to your hometown with glory and wealth and fine clothes, decades of abusive waiting have exhausted the spring, that night the snowflakes came, in the night I saw the staggering back of the blood-stained chest, I couldn't stop crying You are as ethereal as a wandering soul, I suspect that I am dreaming, I pinch myself fiercely, hot and painful, I believe that all this is true, I keep chasing, you finally disappeared in my field of vision, so I went to Mobei, I want to go to the Western Regions to find you, I went all the way west out of the Qinling Mountains, through the Yumen Pass, the towering Qilian Mountains stretch for thousands of miles away from me I miss you, but I can only find you there, I wander on the thousand-year-old silk road, occasionally faintly camel bells accompanied by one or two business trips, I begged for your information like crazy, but you are silent like a stone sinking into the sea, I gradually become melancholy and a little neurotic, I cry and laugh like a madman, I begin to speak incoherently, I complained about why the sky gave me that stormy and snowy thing, so unforgettable.

It's so heartbreaking. I am not reconciled, I stumbled outside the Tianshan Mountains, I finally found an oasis by the vast Gobi Desert, and since then I have settled down and taken root in Mobei, I want to spend my life waiting, for the original vow.

Year after year, spring and autumn, the grass began to turn yellow, yellow and began to turn again, the roots of silver filaments have been covered with heads, Cangsang and helplessness are also written on the face, that night when the moon was full mist, I faced the desert a confused, I suddenly saw a mirage-like situation, a lonely village, scattered huts looming, I have a sense of déjà vu, I seem to hear the familiar flute, I from confused to excited, I desperately run to the depths of the desert, I walked for many days and nights, experienced severe cold and heat, but still found nothing, I was discouraged I know that I have lost the courage to surviveI'm like a lonely ghost, or a walking corpse.

I wandered unconsciously in the desert. Finally, one day I suddenly saw the small village in the sand dunes, and there was something strange beyond imagination, and I was re-energized, and all my hopes and confusions seemed to be revealed immediately.

My heart began to beat wildly, and I felt the pulse of my heart. But I stopped, and my heart hesitated because I was afraid.

I finally made up my mind, slowly walked into the village, did not see a single figure, a dozen or so families in a few minutes back and forth, I looked at the empty village had to knock door to door, knocked for a long time and no one opened the door, so I pushed open the family, the door clanged backwards, stirred up a large cloud of dust quickly spread in the house, I settled down and finally saw the house clearly, several huge spider webs were all around, a rattan chair on a dried corpse lying on its back, the face was without skin and flesh, and the seven orifices were dark and exaggerated holes。

A layer of visible dust covered it like a layer of frost, my heart sank and I didn't dare to look closely, just about to exit when I suddenly heard the sound of the bed frame, I peeked in surprise, two four-horned snakes intertwined on the bed and stared at me with their heads raised, I gasped and hurriedly withdrew.

I then pushed open the second house, the room was empty and deadly silent, I looked at the corner of the kitchen with a little loss, a huge water tank attracted me, I approached slowly, my heart sank, an adult corpse lying on the water tank, the head hung weakly, a wooden pot lid next to it had long been rotted, a small child corpse lying in the pot seemed to be innocently sleeping.

I was amazed at what kind of world this is. I hurriedly pushed away the third house, a family of three quite a complete family, but the strange thing is that the feeling of being entangled with a hundred claws scratching the heart, the clothes on the body seem to have been torn, I fled into the fourth house in a hurry, an elderly couple biting each other, hideous faces.

I ran to more than a dozen houses in a row, and saw dozens of corpses all of them vivid and miserable, I didn't dare to hope for it, but I still couldn't help but enter the last house, pushed open the door and there was a gust of wind, my eyes lit up, the chic courtyard, the courtyard wall hung some farm tools, a robe, a few wooden stakes to support a swing.

Feeling of déjà vu, my eyes were moist, and my whole body trembled a little because of excitement, decades of Cangsang, decades of me have been dusty years, in my dry bones have not yet entered the soil I finally waited for this day.

I couldn't wait to push open the door of the hut in the courtyard, a huge tombstone engraved with dense words, I had no intention of looking at the stele, my eyes kept searching, and finally I saw a shriveled corpse sitting cross-legged in front of the stele as if praying, so familiar, so shaped, I burst into tears, my former lover, forever lover, I came to take you home.

I want to cry without tears, I am a hard-working woman, my tears have long been dry, my heart is bleeding, decades of waiting for a shriveled corpse, I can't tell whether I am sad or lucky.

I crawled in front of you, and oh my God, you had a dagger in your chest, and in front of the slope of the monument lay a delicate female corpse, with long flowing hair.

I understood in an instant, it turned out that you had betrayed me, and you were willing to kill yourself for the sake of a woman you met on the ancient silk road.

And I don't have a penny, God, this is the truth, why do you want to do this to my poor and amorous woman, am I not bitter enough, still stabbing my bloody wounds.

I am in the last years of my life, I want to leave this world of suffering with beauty and longing, but all this is too cruel to me, I am completely crazy, I want to dismantle you to eight pieces to vent the hatred in my heart, I rushed into the small courtyard to get iron farm tools, a shovel, your corpse was decomposed by me, the chest revealed a sachet with blood coagulation, a silk sachet, I woke up, I thought of the sachet in my heart, I was in pain.

To be continued, Wang Xiang's works, pen name reminiscences of red leaves, hug Pu Zhi to greet you.