His expression was not the slightest strange, but his pupils shrank slightly: "Who?" ”

My heart twitched slightly, An Yuanxi, do you really know him? Looking into his eyes, I said word by word: "The master of Wuji Gate, Chu Yan." ”

The corners of his lips moved slightly, and the eyes that looked at me gradually deepened like the sea, so that I could not see the bottom. I continued, "You know who he is, right? I mentioned him to you last time. I wonder if he's really dead. ”

"Why check him?" An Yuanxi did not agree immediately, and only after a while did he ask such a question. My heart trembled again. An Yuanxi, I used to ask you to check the information, but you never asked the reason. But now I want you to find out the life and death of Chu Yan, but you have to ask why? Do you really have anything to do with Chu Yan? Yes, the last time you asked me how I knew someone like Chu Yan, my expression and tone were so strange, I didn't take it to heart at all, and now that I think about it, I just feel that every word you asked that day, and even every expression, had ulterior motives. Is it because I have too many hearts, or because I have too many hearts, that the more I look at it, the more suspicious I become? I think of a fable I used to read, when you think that the other party is a thief, even if there is not the slightest evidence that he has stolen something, the more you look at it, the more you will feel like a thief.

He ......," I hesitated, not knowing how to speak, "I don't know what to tell you, but this matter is important to me anyway." All you have to do is look it up for me. ”

"You went out alone in cross-dressing these two times, just for this?" An Yuan looked at me steadily, and his tone was calm. I pinched the hand wrapped in the blue cloth and tightened slightly, thought about it, and nodded slightly: "So to speak." ”

An Yuanxi, you know that I am doubting Chu Yan's life and death, are you worried? If you really knew Chu Yan, what kind of answer would you give me? I'm really looking forward to it. Don't blame me for forcing you, An Yuanxi, or the problem I gave you is a kind of torture for you, but if you hide it from me, why aren't you torturing me?

He lowered his eyelids, paused for a while, and said calmly, "Okay." ”

I squeezed the package in my hand and walked past him: "I'll go back to the room first." After thinking about it, he said: "Don't be in such a hurry, these days are busy, it's not too late to check when grandpa's seven sevens are over, I'll give you a little more time, you can find out." ”

The subtext of my last sentence was: I'll give you a little more time, you think clearly. Think clearly about how to tell me about Chu Yan, An Yuanxi, don't lie to me.

Six-seven and seven-seven passed quickly. During this period, I never went out again, and I was only busy with family affairs every day, and soon it was time to return to my hometown and go to the funeral. I still chose to take a boat back to Cangdu, because there was too much luggage to bring, and with the coffin of the old man, dozens of carriages were too ostentatious and unsafe to take the official road. The Yun family's ship has already stopped at the dock, and I have already asked people to carry their luggage on board one after another two days ago. At the funeral, the funeral is only necessary for the honor guard to send the coffin to the ship and place it, and then it can set off. I don't have any friends to say goodbye to in Beijing, Ping An has come to see me a few times, and he already knows the date of the funeral, of course he knows when I will leave. I only sent a letter to Feng Ge to say goodbye to him. The secret I heard from him that day was so shocking that I was at a loss that I ran away, and I didn't know why, but I had a little timidity about going to "Huanyue Residence".

At the funeral, the old man's guard of honor was discharged three or four miles away, and on the other hand, the sacrificial tents of the nobles and high-ranking officials of the royal court were also discharged three or four miles. Every time through the crossroads, there is a full-time paper money to throw a stack of bowl-sized copper coin-shaped white banknotes into the air, the banknotes like a white practice to the air, up to four or five zhang, when scattered, the sky is white, covering the sky, and then gently spiraling down from the air like a white butterfly. Through the white banknotes in the sky, you can see the huge lacquer coffin of the old man resting on the sixty-four bars, and the sixty-four bearers are commanded by the incense rulers, and slowly march forward with the honor guard. The guard of honor has the opening gong in front of the road, followed by the king of the opening road, the ghost of the road, the golden boy and the jade girl and other paper work and the pine lion, the inspection pavilion cover, the pine camel and other loose work, the official drum and the Qingyin gong and drum are closely behind, the monk and the road all the way to chant the Buddha, An Yuanxi is a filial son and grandson, walking in front of the coffin, Nuo'er is too small, then I hugged and sat in the funeral bridge behind the coffin, behind which is dozens of funeral bridges of Yun family relatives. Without witnessing it with my own eyes, I would never have imagined that the funeral guard would have such pomp and circumstance, with drums playing in unison and gongs shaking the sky.

It took four hours to get to the pier, and there were no accidents in the middle of resting and having lunch at the temples along the way. In order to allow the barman to carry the coffin to the ship steadily, the boarding pedals are specially made and thickened and widened. Everything was done, I asked Yun Yi to deal with the follow-up trivial rites of the honor guard, and asked him to inspect Aoxue Mountain Villa every half a month, Yun Zheng was buried there, I asked the people who guarded the village to be carefully guarded and taken care of, and explained several times before getting on the boat with a full stomach. The boat started slowly, and after traveling for several miles, I suddenly heard the distant sound of the piano coming from the riverbank. Walking to the bow of the boat, I looked at the river, which was not wide, and I clearly saw a man in white sitting on a rocky rock on the bank of the river. The setting sun gilded his whole body with a golden halo, and I couldn't see his expression clearly, but I felt that he was looking at the bow of the boat fixedly, playing the yaoqin resting on his lap, and the distant tune became clearer and clearer, playing a song "Tired Birds". I looked at him and listened attentively, the song became more and more ethereal and unreal, as if it came from nine heavens away, only the elegant and simple sound of the piano, heavyly, hovered on the surface of the river, trembling and pointing out a few ripples, and then scattered and scattered in the river breeze until it disappeared completely.

Feng Ge, thank you for sending me, thank you for the gift. I looked fixedly at the painting scroll on the stone rock that seemed to be a stunning landscape, and tears welled up in my eyelashes. The figures on the stone rocks are getting farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, and more and more blurred, and finally they are in this ink landscape of green waters and green mountains. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and when I looked away, I could no longer see the fairy-like man. Turning his head, I saw An Yuanxi standing at the bow of the boat at some point, his eyes looking in the same direction as mine, with uncertain emotions in his eyes, and a little stunned on his face.

"Like his tunes?" Seeing An Yuanxi's gaze back, I smiled. An Yuanxi didn't say anything, and I said again: "That's Yuefeng Ge, the first musician of Tiancao Kingdom." The last time you were drunk, you stumbled into someone's house. ”

"Really?" An Yuanxi frowned. I smiled slightly: "I originally wanted to introduce you to each other, Feng Ge seems to want to make you a friend, but I don't know when the next time we meet......

I looked at the view of the river, and my voice grew lower and lower. An Yuanxi remained silent, standing on the bow of the boat. Behind him, the setting sun completely enveloped his figure, dyed a dazzling gold, like a dazzling body of light. The remnant sun fell like blood in the river, dyeing the river scarlet, and our boat was gradually sailing into the blood.

(To be continued)