She stepped on the grass under the barely knee-deep wall and walked to the edge of the cave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info just took a look, but when he felt the chill at the entrance of the cave, he couldn't help but shiver and muttered, "Where is this Miss Qianjin?" What a prisoner for thirty years! ”

The rose entered over the wall, secretly vigilant in her heart, and slowly walked forward. The pavilions in the courtyard are stacked, the curved corridor is turned back, and the original magnificence can still be seen vaguely; But most of the doors and windows are covered with dust, and at a glance you know that no one has taken care of them for a long time.

Turning around a few corridors, Rose whispered, "It's here." ”

Between several bushes of secluded green bamboos, there is a small pavilion hidden, the bead curtain is broken, and the extremely delicate trivial window is also broken by half, but fortunately the bamboo is very luxuriant, densely blocking the doors and windows, and there is no hole here from the outside. Under the attic window is facing the pond, and the water is very dark, full of dead branches and leaves, emitting a rotten water smell. On the opposite side of the pond, there is a tall stage surrounded by a zigzag stone fence near the waterfront. Presumably, when the Qingfu was prosperous at that time, the ladies mostly sat around in this pavilion, across the breeze of the bamboo forest and the night hookah, watching the joys and sorrows on the stage, it must be like an ethereal dream.

The stage is made of white marble and is quite wide. At this time, there was no one around, only a red gauze lamp was lit in the corridor. A gust of wind blew the dried plantain bamboo next to it, and it was all rattling.

The sound...... The sound......

It seemed to be a very slight sound, kneaded in the sound of the dead bamboo shaking. The rose looked up alarmedly, but only had time to see a light silk garment, floating like a cloud from the bamboo tops above her head, lightly skimming across the pond and landing on the empty stage.

Rose couldn't help but shudder.

The lights were dim, and a slender woman was visible on the stage. She was dressed in a white shirt and green clothes, with two long red silk threads at the end of the sleeves, just like a costume; The hair bun is also made up, and a layer of green yarn is put on the back, which densely covers the hair, which is the makeup of Mei Qulingren.

It's just that, reflected in the water vapor of the late night, her graceful figure is like a phantom, beautiful but unreal.

She paced a few steps on the stage, suddenly brushed her sleeves, danced red silk, and sang: "Spring travel, apricot blossoms blow all over the head." Mo is young and romantic. The concubine intends to marry and rest for the rest of her life. ”

The words that Mama Li had said, all the weird and inexplicable rumors, suddenly jumped into Rose's heart. In such a deserted courtyard, in this Burning Heart Pavilion where thirty years of youth have been imprisoned alive, such a woman in costume who sings "Mo Shanghua", in addition to the legendary crazy Miss Liufu, who else can be?

Rose felt her heart pounding, almost jumping out of her cavity. I wanted to look at her carefully, but she turned her back to this side, but just looking at her waist like a willow, she didn't look very old.

I only heard her sing again: "Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't rest." ”

Knowing that she is an old woman in her fifties, she prefers this short song, the words are correct and round, the throat is clear and thin, like a girl's low heart, and there is an affectionate oath, exhaling loudly, turning and falling, and singing all kinds of flavors.

Suddenly, I heard a strange man's voice, which sounded slowly, and Ying He said: "Spring travel, flying flowers follow the clear stream." The gossamer flutters and thinks, it is idle. Knowing the monarch's feelings is as short as spring, and it does not stay long. When with the mandarin pillow, double whitehead. ”

The woman was surprised, flicked her sleeves back, turned around, and shouted, "Yulang, are you here?" ”

It was a beautiful and innocent face, with picturesque eyebrows, and even in such a dark night, the skin was still as clear as snow--the rose body was shocked, and she cried out in her heart: "Xiao Rou! ”

Isn't it the girl Xiaorou who is floating like a fairy among the magnolia flowers?!

An inexplicable chill suddenly enveloped my heart.

On the wall of the corridor behind the stage, a slender black shadow was suddenly projected, as if it were the silhouette of a man.

Rose thundered in her head, and almost ran away in shock: there are ghosts! There really are ghosts! Isn't this the legendary phantom?

The man floated forward, his shadow not touching the ground, and when he was blown by the wind, it became more and more eerie and floating. I only heard "him" say quietly: "It's so cold, why are you still wearing so little, and you don't know how to cherish yourself at all." "He" had a staccato voice, a strange voice, and it really didn't sound like a human being. But Xiao Rou was not afraid, but was full of joy, opened her arms, and wanted to hug "him" tightly immediately.

"He" fluttered, Xiao Rou took her arms away, and there was no reason to be afraid of it. She was stunned, biting her lip, and there was already a cry in her voice, and shouted, "Yulang! Are you really...... Is it really no longer alive? ”

"You...... I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I've finally looked forward to you. The last time you showed up, you sang this tune...... As soon as I heard it, I knew it was you, but you disappeared again. For the past thirty years, I have been singing the tunes you taught me, hoping that you will hear them, even if they sneak out from under the Yellow Spring and meet me......"

These words sounded extremely strange, but she said them sincerely, and every word seemed to come from a very deep expectation.

The phantom let out a long sigh, and the end was far away, and there was really a sense of nothingness: "Xiaorou, for thirty years, I have been thinking about you. "The phantom is blurred, and it looks like a cloud of green smoke from afar, but the details are clear, and the head is raised, wandering and looking forward to, and every move is like a living person.

There are high walls on all sides, which are difficult to penetrate, and no matter how powerful the martial arts master is, it is difficult to escape the eyes and ears of the rose. But the phantom appeared silently, clearly not human.

This time, even Rose's face was a little pale.

Xiao Rou was unafraid, and her words were full of joy: "I know, and I ...... I've been thinking about you too. Do you still remember, thirty years ago, when your Baihua class came to the town, your father invited you into the house, and it was also on this stage that you sang this "Mo Shanghua", sometimes as a male voice and sometimes as a female voice...... I've never heard such a beautiful song, and I've never seen a boy as beautiful as you...... I thought I would have a lifetime with you, but who would have thought that 'knowing the king's love is as short as spring, and not staying for a long time'......"

The night breeze blew through the branches of the trees, and in a moment the whole night sky filled the night sky with clouds of white things like catkins floating in front of me.

But listen to the phantom whispering: "'He Zeng has a common pillow, double white head'." Xiaorou, after 30 years, you haven't changed at all, you are still so beautiful, just like I saw you for the first time in the snow under the stage 30 years ago. I'm afraid...... I can't see your green silk like snow anymore. ”

The snowflakes flying all over the sky reflected Xiaorou's face as bright as snow: "Don't you like it?" I wish I would always be like when you first saw me, but you ...... Why is it always so vague? I...... I can't see your face. She tried to take a few steps closer, but the phantom floated up slightly, moving a few feet away. But hearing "him" said slowly: "I'm very old, I'm afraid you won't recognize me." Why don't you tell me the secret of youth, so that I can become younger and see you again? ”

When Rose heard this, she only felt that something was faintly wrong.

Xiao Rou shook her head and said, "No, no matter what you become, I like you." ”

Suddenly, the phantom was gone.

Xiao Rou shouted loudly like crazy: "Yulang! Gyokuro! Don't go! Don't go ......."

"Xiaorou, are you alright?" Rose asked tentatively.

She snapped back to her senses and smiled: "I haven't slept well lately, and I always have nightmares." Sister, do me a favor. I'm alone here, I'm afraid, can you sleep with me today? ”

Her eyes were fixed on the rose, and the light in her eyes was eager and warm, giving the rose a sense of warmth and difficulty.

After pondering for a while, Rose nodded, "Okay." ”

So Rose went with her into the house.

Xiao Rou fell into complete silence, no longer bothered with the rose, walked straight beside her, and never turned her head to look at the rose again.

"Do you believe in love, I do. At that time, he said that he loved my face, and I must always be so beautiful! Wait for him to come back and see me the same as then! Xiao Rou suddenly turned her head and said.

Rose didn't react at all, looked at her beautiful face and blurted out: "You are very beautiful!" ”

"Yes, I'm not old." She nodded blankly.

After reflecting on the meaning of her words, Rose cautiously asked, "Xiaorou, are you okay?" ”

She turned her head to look at the rose, and something sharp flashed in her eyes: "No." As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned and almost fell.

Rose hurriedly held her, fingers touching her arm, cold, frighteningly cold.

At the same time, there was a sudden faint sound behind him, a small rattle, some like the sound of an iron object colliding.

"Xiaorou, did you hear anything?" Rose asked.

"Nope. The wind is blowing, let's go. She straightened up and walked, her steps much faster than before, and she walked in such a hurry that she seemed to be in a hurry.

She didn't speak again all the way.

As soon as I entered the house, "Click...... "There was another noise outside ......the house, similar to what I had just heard.

What exactly is the sound?

The sound of "click......" sounded again, slowly and crisply.

"Come on in." Xiao Rou's tone was very urgent.

Walking into the room, looking around, the tables and chairs carved from good sandalwood are delicately carved with different patterns, and the delicate and gentle feeling of belonging to the daughter's family is circulating everywhere. Close to the bamboo window, there are a few pieces of rice paper on the rosewood table, a few brushes on the inkstone, and a few budding chrysanthemums on the rice paper, the delicate brushwork seems to declare that the owner of the boudoir is also sentimental, and the purple tulle hanging on the bamboo window flutters with the wind blowing slowly outside the window.

Rose was looking around when there was a knock at the door.

She was about to open it, but Xiao Rou said nervously: "Don't open it!" ”

Without waiting for Rose to ask, she explained: "Don't open it, there are often knocks on the wrong door these days." ”

There was no more knocking on the door, and Rose didn't ask any more.

Xiao Rou proposed again: "Let's sleep, I'm tired." ”

The doors and windows were now tightly closed, there was not a trace of cool breeze in the room, and although it was already the end of summer, there was a steamer-like feeling in the bedroom, steaming the roses uncomfortably. An inexplicable irritability welled up in her chest, making her regret her decision tonight, and she wanted to leave the place immediately.

"I'm young and pretty, right?" Xiao Rou suddenly said softly.

Rose didn't have the patience to persuade this paranoid woman, so she could only play haha: "It's beautiful, you're beautiful at all times." ”

She turned her head to look at the rose, "Sister, do you also want to be young forever?" I've got a baby, Trane. Without waiting for Rose to reply, she lit the oil lamp on the bedside table and pulled open the bedside table drawer.

After a moment, she took out a rectangular carved wooden box and beckoned to the roses.

Unable to resist the graciousness, Rose sat down on the edge of the bed with the discomfort in her heart, and poked her head out to look at the contents by the light. Inside the box was a mask, which didn't look strange.

Xiao Rou looked at the rose seriously: "As long as you put on this mask every day before going to bed, you can never grow old and stay young." ”

"Really?" Rose was full of disbelief.

Xiao Rou's eyes lit up, and her tone became eager: "Really, if you don't believe it, you will be much more beautiful tomorrow if you give it a try." Try it, I don't lie to you. ”

"No, I think I'm fine." Rose refused.

Hearing this, Xiao Rou lowered her head and didn't move. Long hair slipped down her shoulders, obscuring her emaciated face.

"Xiaorou?" The rose screamed.

"Go to sleep." She suddenly put the box on the bedside table, climbed into the bed, pulled the towel over her body, and turned her back to the roses without making a sound.

Turning off the light, Rose lay on the side of the bed with her back to Xiaorou and closed her eyes in a daze.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

I don't know how long I slept, but there were three more knocks on the door.

"Who? It's so late ......" Rose sat up and yawned.

Xiao Rou beside him said coldly: "Leave him alone, knock on the wrong door, sleep." Her voice was very clear, and she was clearly not asleep.

"Oh." Because she was very sleepy, Rose lay down again.

As soon as I started dreaming, there was a second knock on the door: "Knock knock ......" was very loud, as if someone was banging on the door.

Three watches in the middle of the night, this person is endless.

In the haze, Rose felt her head heavy, and faintly heard the sound of Xiao Rou walking out.

After a long time, a cool breath suddenly ran down her forehead and into her brain, and then slid down from all directions above her head like countless ice snakes. Running through her whole body, converging at the center of her feet. In an instant, the deep sleepiness disappeared without a trace, and I was refreshed.

Feeling that something was wrong, Rose opened her eyes suddenly, fumbled with the fuel lamp with her right hand, and was suddenly startled.

I saw Xiaorou standing at the head of the bed, staring at her condescendingly, her eyes were very focused, and her eyes were about to pop out of her sockets. Holding the box with the mask in his hand.

Rose subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, and suddenly found that the mask was applied to her face, she asked, "Xiaorou, what are you doing?" ”

She was silent, and spoke slowly for a moment, but did not answer Rose's question: "Over the years, I have not grown old or died, year after year, maintaining this appearance and living such a life......

Plants and trees can grow and wither, the seasons can advance and shift, and I ...... I don't dare to grow old, I don't dare to change in the slightest...... I tried hard every day to live in the world of the past, thinking every day that I was still sixteen years old Liu Rou, and every day I thought that he would return...... If he lives, I cannot let him down. If he dies, I can't be sorry for his ghost. I don't want him to come back, either alive or phantom...... But they don't recognize me anymore......"

Rose sat up and raised her hand to take off the mask on her face, but she couldn't take it off, so she couldn't help but ask angrily: "Why do you put this mask on my face?" ”

She didn't pay attention to the roses at all, and babbled to herself: "I can't be old, I still have to wait for Yulang, but ordinary rouge gouache and all kinds of pills can't make people stay young forever." ”

"Until Mr. Feng gave me this mask, I can wear it every day to keep me young. But it hurts, but I've always been so young. ”

"But every year you use it, you have to bear the shape of Ling Chi, and the first knife to remove the chest and meat......"

At this moment, a strange wind sound swept through the airtight room, and the bedroom door slowly opened. A figure slowly walked in through the door.

A gray figure, gray from head to toe, only a speckled brownish-red color on the face and body. Like a cloud of mist, vague, but the silhouette of a person can be vaguely discerned. As he walked, some small "clicks" sounded. It was a pair of shackles that cuffed his ankles, and a long chain dragged him to the ground, trembling step by step.

There was a chill in my heart, and my body trembled uncontrollably. Rose interrupted Xiao Rou with some trembling: "Xiao Rou, what is that?" ”

But she didn't seem to be scared at all, she was silent for a moment, and then spoke again, with a hint of laughter in her voice: "Sister, it turns out that the thirtieth year of chopping is a straight stab to the heart." I finally kept my youth, I still have to wait for my Yulang, I am not willing to die. Sister, I didn't plan to ask you to be a stand-in, who told you to appear in front of me tonight, sister, we are destined to be fate......"

As she spoke, the shadow stopped at the end of the bed and raised its head in the direction of the rose. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, Rose could feel the gaze he cast on her face very clearly. Silent, invisible, and phaseless, it made the rose cold.

It was so cold that my heart twitched......

A spirit, Rose rolled over and got out of bed, grabbed the door and fled.

Behind her, Xiao Rou still spoke quietly: "Sister, do me a favor and be tortured for me." (To be continued.) )