In Luoyang City, the name of Zhang Qianlan, the third lady of the Zhang family, is almost unknown to everyone, but this is not because of how her appearance is sunk and embarrassed, nor is it that she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, talented, and praised, but that something happened to her, which is quite rare and rare, making her famous for thousands of miles. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ten years ago, Miss Zhang Qianlan was only eight years old, and her biological mother, Mrs. Zhang, also known as Tang, had been married for many years, and her husband and children were in Luoyang City, and her life was dull and smooth. One rainy season, she sat alone by the red window in the house, and it was in her spare time, burying her head in a stitch and thread, back and forth, embroidering a pair of embroidered shoes, the red plum dots on the upper of the shoes were embellished, as if the last few stitches were still to be finished.

It turned out to be a good thing, but with a flick of the wrist, the tip of the needle suddenly stabbed the finger, and the red blood beads slipped down the fingertips, which was shocking. In a trance, she put her blood-beaded hand to her mouth, slightly holding her fingertips, and secretly felt ominous in her heart, and when she looked up, she heard the girl outside the door rushing to pass the word.

A letter from his mother's family, Old Man Tang is seriously ill, and I'm afraid time is running out.

Good things are uncertain, but bad things come. She immediately packed up her baggage and wanted to take her youngest daughter back to her mother's house in Liuzhou. "When you see your grandfather, you must behave in a proper manner, and you can't look around and talk nonsense, can you remember it clearly?" When leaving, Tang touched Zhang Qianlan's head gently and sadly, and whispered. Zhang Qianlan happened to be sitting on a silk bun, let the girl put on a floral thin cotton jacket for her, blinked her eyes and asked, "Is it like in front of the Bodhisattva?" Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment, touched her head again and said, "Don't talk nonsense, that's your grandfather, your mother's father." Zhang Qianlan nodded as if she didn't understand.

For a moment, only the sound of sparse clothes was left in the room, and finally Tang's long sigh.

At that time, it was a drizzling day, and they set off for more than ten days before they finally arrived at the Liuzhou house, which is also the place where Mrs. Zhang's Tang family was born. The location of this house is quite secluded, with the back of the mountains, the path into the house is narrow and muddy, and the trees on both sides are dense, as if covering the whole sky, revealing a trace of darkness and seclusion.

Zhang Qianlan took her mother's hand with some fear and followed behind the servants who came to meet them. The servant, who was about thirty years old, did not like to laugh, and her face was lowered and solemn, and she bowed slightly and showed them the way, and whispered unhurriedly: "The old man has been unwell these days, and if you come back to see him, he will be very happy." Tang asked, "Is my father still conscious?" The servant said, "Sometimes awake, sometimes sleepy." When I woke up a few nights ago, I pulled the old lady to call your name, I should miss you very much. When Tang heard this, he sighed and was full of sorrow.

Zhang Qianlan held her mother's hand, and she couldn't quite understand what they were saying, so she began to look around. In the empty mountain forest, the leaves are deep and green, and in the depths of the dark mountain forest, from time to time there is a sound of birdsong, but it seems to come from a very far place, with some distance, with some secret, she listened in a trance, as if vaguely heard the tune of the bamboo flute in the birdsong, mixed with ups and downs, and the mountain forest as one, gradually becoming distant and empty.

"Mother, someone is playing the flute inside." Zhang Qianlan suddenly pointed to the mountains and forests in the distance and said, her big eyes flashing, revealing an innocent and curious look. The servant was originally bowing his head and talking to Mrs. Zhang, but his face suddenly became very stiff at this moment, and Tang still stopped talking, turned his head to his daughter and said, "Why didn't I hear it?" Zhang Qianlan said: "That's it, I heard it." ”

Tang Shi was stunned for a moment, turned her head to listen carefully, but still didn't hear any sound, she looked up at the mountain forest, and felt that the dark green was deep, the black pressure was overwhelming, and there was no sound in the dead air. She touched Zhang Qianlan's head again, and smiled softly with some helplessness: "Qianlan is afraid that she is bored, it's not good for a little girl to lie." As he spoke, he poked her forehead lightly.

Zhang Qianlan pouted and said, "It's just that, it's there." Still dangling her mother's hand, then Tang only took her coquettish and fun, and no longer took it seriously. The servant, who had been bowing his head and being silent, finally spoke at this moment, and whispered: "Miss Qianlan should try to stay away from the mountains and forests, because the infestation of wild beasts in the mountains and forests is dangerous after all." Tang nodded, touched Zhang Qianlan's forehead again, and said with a smile: "I will watch her closely." ”

Tang's father, Master Tang, was seventy-eight years old, and when Tang put down his burden and hurried into the house with the servants, and the moment he saw his father in the back room, her eyes moistened all of a sudden. In my memory, my father, who has always been clear-eyed and energetic, was already lying on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, dying. She cautiously approached him step by step, and saw a small wrist peeking out from the edge of the high futon, with bulging tendons, thin bones, and a bluish skin color, all ominous signs. Tang Shi knew that this was probably the last day, and her heart was cold, she sat on the edge of the bed and called her father a few times, and then Tang opened his eyes in a daze, a pair of cloudy eyes slowly turned, but his eyes finally fell on Zhang Qianlan.

He trembled and stretched out his hand to beckon, "Yan'er, go and help me get the inkstone." When she was young, her father painted inscriptions in the study, and she often came to play, sometimes helping her father polish the ink, and her father would occasionally explain to her the meaning of the painting. However, Zhang Qianlan, who was only eight years old, looked at the old man's withered face, and hid behind her mother in fear, not daring to squeak. Tang knew that his father was afraid that the end was coming, so he cried so much that he burst into tears.

That night, Tang and his brother and sister-in-law discussed their father's condition in detail in the hall of the house, and Tang said: "Last month, my father wrote that everything was fine, but it was only a few days before he weakened to this point...... "She choked up again.

The sister-in-law hesitated for a moment and said, "Ten days ago, my father said that he had a dream. Tang Shi looked puzzled, looked at the silent brother again, and after the brother nodded, the paused sister-in-law continued: "He dreamed that in the forest in our backyard, there is a deep pool, and the water in the pool is cold to the bone, and there is a lotus flower like ice and snow, and the lotus flower is beautiful, not like a mortal thing. The old man's secret path is a revelation from heaven, blessed by heaven, and blessed my Tang family. She sighed and continued: "Your eldest brother and I both secretly felt weird, thinking that there were wild beasts in the back mountain, so I asked him to delay it for a few days, and waited for the husband to find the tools in hand, and then went there, but that day my father was in a trance, as if his soul was no longer possessed. We were afraid that he would be in a hurry to act on his own, so we knocked on his door in the middle of the night, and sure enough, no one answered, and when he pushed it open, the bed was already cold, and he hurried to the mountains and forests behind the house alone in the middle of the night. ”

Tang Shi was secretly shocked when he heard this, but he didn't know that such a strange thing had happened at home, and hurriedly said, "What happened next?" But did you really find the lotus? The sister-in-law sighed lightly and said, "Dad followed the scene in the dream that day, and searched all the way, and really found a deep pool on the edge of a cliff in the forest. The pool of water was cold to the bone, and there was even broken ice, and there was a faint halo under the water, which really looked like a lotus flower. Daddy's secret path must be the ice lotus he saw in his dream, so he stepped forward to find out. When we saw him, he happened to fall on the edge of the pool, and he fainted. After I came back, it was like this. ”

Tang shed tears, not knowing that his father had suffered such misfortune, and said, "What is in that water?" The sister-in-law said, "This is the weird part." We brought some fishing nets that night, and fished by the pond with a pole, but we clearly saw that they were fishing, and when we lifted them up to the water, there was nothing left. I've tried it several times, and it's all the same. We know it's weird, and we're afraid it's ...... Evil is at work. After hearing this, Tang Shi felt cold, and unconsciously muttered: "What kind of Furui is this, I'm afraid it is the punishment of heaven." Our Tang clan has always been disciplined and duty-bound, so how can we ever create any evil? As he spoke, he cried with his brother and sister-in-law.

Zhang Qianlan sat on the stone steps outside the threshold, rubbing a little flower cat, she didn't understand the pain of her mother and others at all, took the pastries and fed them a little bit, and laughed from time to time.

It was late at night, the waning moon was high, the night was dark, a servant in green clothes hurriedly pushed the door in, and shouted in a trembling voice: "The old man is seriously ill......" Everyone hurried towards the inner room, Tang's face was even pale, and he almost fell when he got up, and the servant beside him helped her before she fell to the ground. "Quick, go see Daddy." She staggered away, and the crowd was in a panic, the masters, and the subordinates all gathered in front of Old Man Tang's bed, going in and out, crying, and serving, and they couldn't take care of Zhang Qianlan for a long time.

Zhang Qianlan was still sitting on the stone steps, tearing up the pastries little by little, and feeding them to the flower cat, the flower cat didn't open its mouth for some reason, and didn't swallow it when it was put in its mouth, which suddenly made the little girl frizzy, and even reached out and stuffed it into its mouth. The flower cat barked twice, and she couldn't bear her ravage, so she struggled to escape from under her palm, and Zhang Qianlan chased her out in surprise. The road at night was dark and oppressive, with a layer of moonlight, so that a faint light could be seen, Zhang Qianlan chased all the way, and when she caught the little cat, she was already out of the house.

The mountains and forests were silent, the shadows of the trees were heavy, and she heard the sound of the flute again, distant, deep, and unfathomable. The sound of the flute was like a soul-stirring song at night, attracting her to take a slow step and walk towards the mountains and forests little by little. (To be continued.) )