- The charcoal fire in the stove is blazing, and the hot water starts to hiss in the sand pot on the stove.

Next to the table in the corner of the room, Li Shi was carefully kneading the dough in his hand, preparing to roll out the dough on the side table, and on the table table, a simple porcelain plate was placed, containing the filling that had been adjusted. Soak the dried shrimp and mushrooms softly, chop them finely, and mix them with egg whites, which are delicious without feeling greasy.

On the opposite side of the table, Wang Hong and Luo Xing'er were sitting around the fireplace, and a young couple of men and women were chatting with gossip in a shallow voice. Li Shi listened to a word, but did not interject, and his main attention was still on the dough in his hand, which was constantly changing shape, but always reunited and gradually strengthened.

Wang Hong's hand, which had just recovered from the sword wound, was still in his sleeve, and he only stretched out his other hand to bake it next to the small charcoal stove, and at the same time looked at the sleepy face of the woman sitting opposite, and said warmly: "How have you been doing these days?"

Luo Xing'er rubbed her face, picked up a glass of cold boiled water on the small table next to her and swallowed it, her mind cleared up a little, and then she bent her eyebrows and said, "In the past half a month, I have lived a very solid life, and I am about to be spoiled by Aunt Li."

"I can see it." Wang Hong bowed his head slightly, smiled and said, "Seeing that you are doing well, I am also relieved." ”

Hearing the words "good life", Luo Xing'er's eyes unconsciously condensed, and her eyes carefully ran over Wang Hong's cheeks that were slightly red by the charcoal fire, and then she shook her head slightly and said, "But you don't seem to be doing well, but why are you bothered?"

Sitting in this ordinary house, but it can make people feel peaceful, Wang Hong didn't want to mention the matter of the dark baby's skull, so he casually said perfunctorily: "I saw something dirty by chance, and I felt uncomfortable for a while, but now I have better."

"Dirty?" Luo Xing'er was puzzled, and secretly thought in her heart: The so-called "dirty things" of the folk are ghosts and ghosts. However, she had been in the cell of the northern border army camp for more than half a year, and had seen so many people who had died. According to the folk saying, in that kind of place where there is a lot of resentment, it is easy for evil spirits to cause trouble, but she has never seen any "dirty things" there. From this experience. She didn't believe anything anymore.

Thinking of this, Luo Xing'er hesitated for a moment, and finally asked softly: "I don't think there will be any ghosts and gods in this world." Not to mention the fact that my father was beaten to death in the prison, let me say that a year ago, I had seen and heard in the slave cell of the dead every day in the northern Xinjiang, and I had never seen any resentful spirits. ”

"It's good not to believe." Wang Hong nodded.

Luo Xing'er couldn't help but ask: "Then do you believe it?"

Wang Hong was slightly stunned, and then shook his head: "I don't believe it."

Luo Xing'er followed up and asked, "Then what did you see?"

Wang Hong was silent.

Luo Xing'er paused slightly, and then said slowly: "When you left the palace in the middle of the night, you probably went to that room, right?" Did you find anything again?"

"If there really are ghosts in this world. What I saw before was something dirtier and worse than ghosts, and you don't need to know that. When Wang Hong said this, he suddenly raised a hand and pressed his sleeve to his lips. It wasn't coughing, but more like enduring something that was about to come out of my throat. He quickly lowered his hand again, his voice became hoarser than before, and he said calmly, "Don't mention it again."

When Luo Xing'er saw him like this, it was easy to see that he was patient. In the past, when she was a slave and maid beside him in Huayang Palace, she only had to see him like this. It means that he has endured some hard work.

"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Luo Xing'er stood up as she spoke.

"Out of the way." Wang Hong raised his sleeves, and then took a sip from the teacup at hand. After the warm and sweet tea soup suppressed the restless bitterness in his throat, he spoke, and he had already changed the topic: "It's not easy for me to go out of the palace, so I came to see you by the way." I want to take care of your life, so I don't want you to leave Kyoto. Since you also feel that you are living a solid and stable life now, it is better to stay?"

Luo Xing'er slowly sat back in the chair, lowered her head slightly, and was silent for a long time before whispering, "But I can't help you now." I'm useless. ”

"Why do you think that?" Wang Hong's gaze froze, "This is self-abandonment, you suffered a lot of hardships when you were in Northern Xinjiang, and you didn't have such a mentality at that time. Now that you're back in Kyoto, you feel like you're living a solid life, but why do you think this way?"

Luo Xing'er bit her lip and didn't speak.

At this time, Li Shi, who had not intervened all along, but was just seriously kneading and rolling out the dough, suddenly said: "This girl, it's not that she gives up, but I'm afraid that you will abandon her."

Luo Xing'er gave Li Shi a quick look, but quickly withdrew her gaze and lowered her head.

Wang Hong turned his head to look at Li Shi, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Please also ask Aunt Li for advice."

"You really don't understand?" Li Shi came over with a plate of oil paper, on which were about twenty white round wontons. Putting the tray on the coffee table next to the charcoal stove, waiting for the water to boil, Li Shi also sat down next to Luo Xing'er, stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around her shoulder, and then looked at Wang Hong and continued: "Don't blame Auntie for speaking straight, this matter can only be explained directly."

Wang Hong nodded, raised his hand and made a "please".

"I don't know how you met, and where the love is deep, but you are still young, and you will encounter a lot of variables in your life, including positive changes, and the star girl shouldn't be discouraged so soon." Li Shi stretched out his hand to the back of Luo Xing'er's head, rubbed her hair, and then looked at Wang Hong and said: "Don't say that you have no results in the future, it's just the marks on her forehead, if you can't think of a way, I'm afraid it will be difficult to raise your head just as a human being in your life."

Li Shi's words came later, and his eyes were slightly worried. She and Luo Xing'er have been together for less than half a month, and she didn't have time to accumulate much affection, but seeing that the woman in the mood for love, her face and life have been branded with a flaw, she can't help but feel pity. She hoped that the prince, who knew about this matter and seemed to be concerned about it, could really come up with some solution, even if it was a slow move, it would be good to dilute the slave scar.

This is actually what Wang Hong is anxious about, but these days he has put it aside with his rational willpower, and at this time he brought this matter to the surface, and he suddenly showed an anxious look in his eyes.

……

Time never stops, or slows down its forward pace, it just keeps moving forward at an even pace, never going backwards.

Time is unpredictable, but it is as cold and hard as a reef washed by the sea over the years; Time can be reflected in the sunrise and sunset, spring and autumn natural alternation of two colors, it makes how many Shaohua old and young white...... But time seems to be a strange medicine. It specializes in treating a heart disease in the world that cannot be cured by herbs.

The "disease" in Mo Ye's heart, in the third year, seems to have been treated by time, and it has been cured by seventy or eighty percent. Maybe touch that wound again now. She can still feel the pain, but not at the touch of a collapse like she did three years ago.

Under the slightly gloomy canopy, in a wasteland where there were no trees and only graves stood messily, Mo Ye knelt in front of a mound without tombstones, burning yellow paper one by one.

Today is the day of the people's tomb sweeping and worshipping their ancestors, and this usually rarely visited wasteland has suddenly become "lively". On this day of the year, the vivid changes in the colors of this place have created a unique landscape.

This kind of scenery. It is not the phenomenon of spring flowers blooming and plants and trees returning to green naturally formed by the alternation of seasons, but the embellishment of paper flowers, incense candles, and dark money brought by man.

It is only today that people who have passed by here in the past may find that what usually looks like a small dirt bag may actually be buried under the protruding ground of a deceased.

The spirit of the deceased is the first to disappear. The bodies will then turn into ashes, and as the last traces of their presence in the world, they will soon fall asleep on the earth and disappear without a trace. But the living who remember them will continue to pass on this memory of the forerunners from generation to generation as their lives continue.

On this day of the year. In this deserted cemetery, from early in the morning, many people carrying incense and candles will appear one after another. They come from different families or travel from far and wide to come here on this day to pay homage to their ancestors.

On this day, the last shred of sustenance left by many deceased in the world weaves a solemn dignity that the living must pay close attention to.

Whether it's sustenance or longing. Praying for protection, at least many of them were about to be told whether it was a protrusion in the ground of the mound, and received a special identification.

The mound on which paper money is pressed on top, at least to this day, will not be ignored and trampled by passers-by. And for a short time after today, to be remembered that it is not a pile of idle soil, but a resting place for the dead.

It can also be seen that identity is very useful for both the living and the dead.

The tombs, which have not been repaired today, may have collapsed and decayed and leveled on the ground on this day next year. It turned out to be the resting place of the deceased's body, because the outside of the mound was so flat that it was close to an ordinary path, and it was kicked and trampled by people who came and went, and the last bit of dignity left by the deceased in the world was trampled out.

However, whether it is respected or not, the initiative to operate this qiē is still in the hands of the living.

No one knows whether the deceased wants the dignity of the deceased after death, but if even the living don't care about that, then whether there is dignity or not, whether there is humiliation, has lost its meaning.

However, in this wasteland, where there are groups of graves, not all of them have tombstones, and there are even misunderstandings between different families, no one dares to plow the land or plant trees on this land at any time.

This is a territorial rule that binds the dignity of the deceased group, and the surface of the region seems to form a natural barrier. Here, except for worship, there is no room for idlers to do anything.

Although there is no official military to guard and maintain order, the people buried here can still rest in peace, even if they are finally forgotten by their descendants and can no longer be worshipped.

――If the deceased really had a sense of body, would they have exchanged words today?

If there really is such an if, the souls of the deceased who have been forgotten in the wilderness graveyard have been extraordinarily nourishing in the last three years.

Three years ago, in the middle of the night when this day was approaching, a young girl with a shovel suddenly came to this wilderness, and she dug a large hole in the ground, but filled it with a pile of stones, and finally put it into a box the size of a palm. There were several layers inside and out, and the box was tightly sealed, but it was wrapped in the innermost row, and it was indeed not ashes, but a smaller porcelain vase.

After that, whenever it was the day of folk worship, the girl would carry a thick basket of paper money to the tomb where only a small porcelain bottle was buried, and slowly burn it.

I don't know which ancestor she wants to "give" the paper money to. In short, there is indeed no "person" under the mound, so the paper money she "sent" is evenly distributed to "everyone" in this area.

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After "buried" the little bottle three years ago, this day comes every year. Mo Ye would come to this tomb without a burial person, and he would pay homage to the master and worship him.

She could have avoided making things so complicated, but she considered that it was inconvenient for her to enter the realm of the Imperial Tomb to pay homage to the Master who was really buried in the Tomb of the Martyrs, and it was inconvenient for her to always carry the only small bottle in which she could store some spiritual sustenance-at first, she also thought about sewing it into a sachet, but this method still could not prevent it from being left behind by herself-so she finally thought of such a way to merge and take the middle.

In this way, she can also worship the Master's dead in a more formal and direct way every year, just like worshipping her ancestors. It's not only in the middle of the night or in a no-man's corner that you can take out the bottle and weep secretly.

And with the passage of time, her body and mind are growing year by year, and she can gradually understand a truth, she can't always indulge in that kind of depressed feelings.

People have to grow. You need to forget something in order to fully embrace something new. Mo Ye thought that it was impossible for her to forget about her master, but if she wanted to grow strong, she had to at least be able to seal this past in a range first, so as not to make her mind troubled by it all the time, and it would be difficult for her to forge ahead.

In the first year of worship in front of this empty tomb, Mo Ye cried for a long time, and his sadness could not be suppressed with tears streaming down his cheeks. No matter how much she keeps raising her sleeves, she doesn't seem to be able to wipe them off.

Many grave sweepers who passed by that day looked at her crying bitterly, and saw that the tombs without monuments were full of new soil, and they all wondered if she had just lost her loved ones. There was also a strange grave sweeper who couldn't help but feel pity and approached her to comfort her.

In the second year, Mo Ye only bowed his head and wept for a moment. But she didn't cry out loud. She slowly burned a basket of money, and her depressed feelings soon regained her calm, and she didn't stay long in front of the grave before going back.

Today is the third year that she has come here to worship. Seeing that the basket of paper money had been burned by her in front of the grave in earnest, she only wet her eyes at this time. There is no more affection to be revealed.

Maybe it's because the paper money sold on the market today is more refined in quality than the products pressed out by the paper mill last year, and the burning speed is too fast, and there is no smoke, and it does not smoke Mo Ye's eyes.

Or there is another possibility, Mo Ye was thinking about it when she burned the paper money, but what she was thinking about had nothing to do with the sorrow in the tomb, and she had wandered into something else......

When there was only the last stack of yellow paper money left in the basket, Mo Ye felt that someone was approaching her, and it was a purposeful footstep, different from the indifferent passers-by who had hurried past her before.

Mo Ye pinched the yellow paper between her fingers and was about to throw it into the fire, she looked up in the direction where the footsteps came, and just now she was still deep in thought, so a slight smile gradually appeared on her slightly numb face.

There was no reluctance in this smile, it was very vivid, because she saw an old friend she knew, and this was something she did not expect.

"Why are you here?" Mo Ye spoke softly.

"I'm supposed to come." She was answered by a very young man's voice, not as soft as a woman, but it sounded warm and welcoming.

After studying in the school house in other counties for nearly three years, Shi Yi finally completed his studies, and returned to Dongfeng Building on the eve of the end of last year, and spent a Spring Festival with a group of bright women in the building who were not related to him by blood, but were as close as aunts.

But in the following months, Shi Yi was surrounded by his aunts every day, asking many questions, or deliberately teasing him with incense and silk handkerchiefs, and I don't know what those aunts thought.

But Shi Yi didn't know if it was because his heart was firm enough, or if he had played this game in a place that everyone didn't know before, not only did he quickly adapt to it, but he also saw their bad motives for doing so, and secretly planned a set of play strategies.

Since the polite way of begging for mercy and surrendering will only make them more and more happy, he can only launch a "counterattack" from the front.

Since then, the sunshine boy who is dressed cross-shirted and deliberately bare his chest and abdomen sings the spring song in the Dongfeng Building, and when he meets people, he fights for wine, hugs left and right, and is full of fragrant words.

When this charming game was about to collapse and saw that it was about to cause discord, fortunately, Shi Yi's aunt Zisu, who was really related by blood, came forward to mediate this farce.

Since then, the aunts no longer deliberately came to tease the handsome and grown nephew, and Shi Yi soon regained the appearance he had just returned from school, dressed in formal clothes, behaved generously and decently, treated people humbly and gently, and was very respectful to the aunts in the building, and every morning after getting up, he had to take turns to say hello.

And Shi Yi's attitude towards his mother's sister and his aunt Shisu is more gentle and close, and he will rush to help do many things, almost eager to treat her as a mother, as long as she sits and enjoys the life of opening her mouth and stretching her hands for clothes.

Three years ago, Jiu Niang, who was responsible for managing all the affairs of Dongfeng Building, suddenly entrusted all this responsibility and power to Zisu, and has since disappeared. Since that day, the girls in the building have been speculating that maybe it was because Jiu Niang couldn't bear the psychological trauma caused to her by Lin Shan's assassination, and she had no intention of doing anything more, so she could only choose to live in seclusion for a while.

It's just that now, three long years have passed, and after leaving, Jiuniang has never handed a letter back to Dongfeng Tower, and I don't know what her situation has been in seclusion in the past few years. A group of women in the building who had been commensurate with her sisters and worked together for more than ten years were more and more concerned about her, and some even pessimistically speculated that she had already passed away silently.

It was also because of this kind of discussion that was too worrying and worrying that the old things of the New Year flowed out of the Dongfeng Building, and let Mo Ye know that the woman who protected her with Shan Bin's back in the dark night and held a dagger to block the danger alone was more than ten years ago, at the age of Shaohua, she let go of the girl's reserve, and chased Lin Shan's love wholeheartedly and extremely passionately.

But these two people still failed to come together later, drawing a distance between each other that they never crossed, and just became ordinary friends.

Despite this, when Lin Shanyou came to Dongfeng Building to clean up the account books, all the women in the building consciously gave up time and space, so that Jiu Niang could be alone with Lin Shan, even if it was just for business.

I don't know what kind of tacit understanding it is, so that all the women in the building seem to have become a part of Jiu Niang's heart, not completely dead, and always hope to seize the slightest opportunity to match these two people to finally become a family.

However, once the separation of life and death three years ago is doomed, it cannot be saved no matter what you do.

Jiuniang handed over all the things in the building to Zi Su to take care of, and she was tired enough in the past three years, after Shi Yi came back, he took over the work of sorting out the accounts, and before he found a job for the time being, he became the leader of Dongfeng Building.

Don't look at the work of accounting without any brute force, in fact, it is very exhausting, and concentration, sometimes you can only sit at the table all day to make that boring number, for a woman with a lot of resilience and not strong personality, it is easy to bear it.

The academic institution is different from the official academy. The teaching system of the college is very comprehensive, but the learning cycle is also long, and the main purpose is to cultivate the talents of the pillars. Xuelu is a teaching institution for ordinary people, teaching the basic knowledge, mainly biased to teach people to acquire a skill.

Half of Shi Yi's knowledge from other counties lies in the study of livelihood, including abacus. Because the teaching environment inherited by the government and the school has been in existence for too long, Nanzhao wants to introduce the abacus knowledge of Xiaoliang Kingdom, so he can only experiment in the teaching field of Xuelu to see how receptive the people of his country are to this knowledge.

For Shi Yi, who aspired to be a big businessman a few years ago, this is a discipline he attaches the most importance to.

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