The weather is getting hotter, and Yan Chuxin is alone in the dormitory. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info roommate finally reached a contract with a high school in the suburbs of Shanghai, and he has been busy coping with the written test of the Education Bureau for the past two days, and has been staying in the study room.

While watching entertainment news, she was attracted by a video.

Xia Xiwen really released his uncle's posthumous work, and also composed the music himself, because this song caters to the fresh wind of the moment, it has been greatly welcomed. The people were not very familiar with Xia Wenzheng, and this unintentional willow insertion made several songs of his southward tour popular by the way.

Because she has heard his story, she can fully understand the artistic conception of this song, and it is obvious that this is written for Huang Lili.

As the saying goes: If you want to win the heart of a person, the white head is inseparable.

But not every relationship can end well, and accepting a tragedy with a peaceful mind should be considered to be let go.

While he was thinking about it, Chen Tianyou's call came.

"We're going to start work again, this time to Yongding, Fujian, a big task. I bought the ticket, see you at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, Hongqiao Railway Station, I will go for a few days, and my luggage will be as simple as possible. ”

Before he hung up the phone, Chuxin asked: "Have you seen the news of Xia Wenzheng?" ”

"See."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, his works would become popular."

"It's normal, how many literary artists have become famous after death. But what he wanted was never fame. ”

"Hey, one of them wants true love, the other wants fame and fortune, which is destined to be a tragedy."

"What about you? What do you want. His tone was still calm.

"Me? I just follow my heart. ”

"Heart? Scold! Then you're more demanding. ”

The next day, the two met, and Yan Chuxin was happy when he saw Chen Tianyou.

She herself wears a red-striped loose-fitting short-sleeved T-shirt with blue shorts and sneakers, and a backpack for her clothes. Look at Chen Tianyou again, he is wearing a tight-fitting sleeveless undershirt, the flesh on his arms is still a little trembling, the neckline is relatively high, which makes his face fatter, and he is wearing a pair of brown retro round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a sports bag on his back.

She looked at his snow-white fat arms, then at his face, and shook her head, how could anyone be so old-fashioned and like to expose their shortcomings.

"Let's go, let's get started." He beckoned.

The train drove for more than 9 hours, and both of them were reading books all the way, occasionally talking for a while, and taking a nap when they were tired.

After arriving at Longyan, I had a simple dinner at the railway station, and then took the train to Yongding, and it was almost 9 o'clock when I arrived in Yongding. I met the people who came to pick them up, got in the car and went to the Hakka tulou.

The uncle who asked them for help personally drove to pick them up and expressed his condolences to them for their fatigue on the road.

The uncle's name is Jiang Jiayi, about 50 years old, not big, dark complexion, obvious accent, and more enthusiastic.

"Mr. Jiang, the intermediary didn't make it clear why you came to us, can you tell us more about the situation?" Chen Tianyou interrupted his gossip and went straight to the point.

At the mention of this, his expression became extremely solemn.

"In the past half a month, three people have died in our building one after another, and each of them died very strangely. The police came and asked, but they couldn't find any results. The feng shui of our building has always been good, and there were many scholars and professors in the ancient examination, and now there are many doctors and professors. In recent years, the tourism industry has developed so fast, and many groups come to visit every day, and some families simply vacate their rooms for them to stay and make some money. The old people in the clan all said that it was these outsiders who lived in and destroyed the feng shui pattern here that caused the accident. I met Lao Lin when I was working in Shanghai before, and I knew that he had a good connection, so I asked him to invite two of them to come over and help take a look. ”

The whole process is a cement road, and the road condition is good. Their cars twist and turn, alternating between scattered villages and sprawling earthen buildings. The car stopped in an empty square, and there was a strangely shaped building in front of the car.

The three of them got out of the car, this round earthen building is tall, rugged, sitting north and facing south, and the shape is a bit like an alien flying saucer when you look down.

A pair of doors in front of the building: "Inherit the ancestors of virtue and frugality, and inspire future generations to read and cultivate." "From the outside, it looks like a castle, antique, with genuine warmth and poetic peace.

It's late at night, there are almost no tourists, and there are not many locals moving, so it's a comfortable scene in the mountains in early summer.

Jiang Jiayi took them to the side gate on the east side, because there was a funeral, it was inconvenient for foreigners to enter through the gate.

Entering the door, both of them were shocked. The whole building is composed of 4 concentric ring buildings, with sloped tile roofs on both sides, mixed timber frames with buckets and beams, and an inner corridor. The whole building is laid out according to the eight trigrams, and the outer ring, the second ring and the third ring are divided into 8 hexagrams. They looked up, dazed by the dense room.

Although there are still more than 300 people living in the building, perhaps it has not been peaceful recently, and I feel very cold and uncomfortable at the beginning.

Jiang Jiayi took them to put their luggage, they lived in a room on the fourth floor, stepping on the wooden structure of the ground, they could hear the creaking sound, a little thrilling.

When I entered the house, I saw that although the guest rooms had been cleaned up, the simplicity was unexpected. The room was small, the walls were pasted with newspaper, the lighting was very dim, the two wooden beds were covered with old cotton wool, and there was only one wooden table. There is no toilet, and the only way to go to the toilet is in a plastic bucket.

However, they didn't come for a vacation, there was still work waiting for them, so they simply packed up, and the two went downstairs with Jiang Chiayi. When he went down to the third floor, Yan Chuxin saw a person coming in front of him, and saw them retreating again, and under the soft light of the lantern, there was a halo around them. It was a middle-aged man, wearing a blue cloth shirt, with slightly curly hair and a somewhat dull look. Chu Chu glanced at it a few times, but he didn't react, and he didn't talk to Jiang Jiayi.

Jiang Jiayi took them to the innermost ancestral hall, and went around many passages, and each passage was extremely narrow, only about 1 meter wide. Chu Xin felt that this was comparable to the maze she played with when she was a child, and if she was allowed to walk through it alone, I was afraid that she would not be able to get out at all.

The ancestral hall is facing the door of the building, and the courtyard is dark at this time. A gust of wind blew the red lanterns under the porch violently, and the corners of the patio flickered and dimmed. There is a coffin parked under the eaves in front of the hall, and only two thick candles are burned in the hall.

There was a round table in the patio, several bamboo chairs, a few worn-out tea bowls on the table, paper cigarettes scattered, and a hot water kettle resting on the ground. Of the three watchmen, one of them went to relieve himself, and the older of the two saw them and came to him.

"Nothing, right?" Jiang Jiayi asked.

"Nope. It's just that the wind is weird enough tonight, and it blows so much that my heart is hairy. The man replied.

"Can you let us see the corpse?" Chen Tianyou made a very strange request.

Jiang Jiayi nodded to the man, and everyone helped to open.

I didn't want to see it at first, but I didn't want to look too timid, so I also leaned in to take a look.

It's okay not to look at it, but when she looks at it, her heart instantly leaks a beat and her mouth opens wide.

The man lying in the coffin, about 40 years old, was wearing a blue shirt, short curly hair, and his eyes were still open, completely dull.

It was the man I had just met on the stairs!