(48) Singers

She was also very excited, and patted Qinglan hard, "Brother Qinglan, look! Black and white impermanence looks like this!"

The two instantly returned to the state they had when they went out together for adventures when they were children, and Qinglan was also excited, "Uh-huh, I thought it would ...... Huh!"

Bai Wuchang stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "Why do you think I'm an ugly monster?"

Qinglan hurriedly shook his head, "Don't dare, don't dare! Bai Xianjun looks ...... Grows well. ”

Bai Wuchang smiled, "Okay, I won't tease you." My surname is white, his surname is black, don't look at us not a surname, but we are really brothers and sisters, only blame our father and mother for being too lazy, and the two children only gave a name, so they can only follow their father's surname Hei and their mother's surname Bai, which can distinguish them. ”

Hei Wuchang said: "We are here every sunset to bring people who have reached the end of their lives back to the underworld, and what we just sang is a requiem to soothe the soul. If you don't sing this, these newly dead souls will cry endlessly, and even run back secretly because they can't give up the dust of the sun, causing many lonely souls scattered in the world. You see, these souls that we have been receiving for a long time. ”

Ah Mo looked in the direction he pointed, and there were hundreds of bamboo rafts behind their bamboo raft, and there were two or three people standing on each bamboo raft, their bodies stiff and expressionless.

Ah Mo couldn't help but step back, and said with a sneer: "Hehe, they ...... Yin Qi is so heavy. ”

It's not that she's afraid, it's just that she is a princess Canglong who was born with a fairy fetus, her bones are strange, and her spirit is fragrant, and when she meets ordinary mortals, she already feels turbid and smelly, not to mention that hundreds of ghosts are naturally unbearable to the vulgar taste, and she didn't pinch her nose, she was already extremely patient for the sake of politeness.

Bai Wuchang said "oh", Ah Mo and her seem to be about the same age, but they are also pure and lively, and they speak straightforwardly, which makes her like it very much, and she cherishes each other when she sees each other at first sight.

She looked at the black impermanence, and when she saw that she had acquiesced permission, she took out two sachets from her arms and gave them to Ah Mo and Miao Yuan, saying, "We were born here, and we have long been accustomed to these smells, but you from the fairy world must not be able to bear it." These two sachets will be given to you, and you will wear them on your body in the future, and you will not be afraid of the unpleasant turbidity when you go to the underworld. ”

She looked at Xuanhua and Qinglan, stuck out her tongue and smiled: "This sachet has been selling well recently, there are only two left, and I won't give it to the boy." ”

Ah Mo thanked him, and was about to put the sachet on, but suddenly felt that something was very wrong.

She hesitated, then took the sachet down again.

She couldn't tell what was wrong, she just felt that before she wore the sachet, although the smell of those ghosts was turbid, there was something in it that she was very familiar with and cared about. As soon as I put on the sachet, although the smell was much better, the thing disappeared at the same time.

Qinglan saw her take a sachet up and down again and again, and asked, "Ah Mo, what's wrong with you?

Bai Wuchang pouted and said, "Don't you like the sachet I made is not easy to use? According to normal days, this one can be sold for three taels of dark coins! Seeing that you are friends of His Royal Highness the Prince, this is a free gift!"

Seeing that she was unhappy, Ah Mo hurriedly put it on and said, "No, Sister Xiaobai, don't be angry." I think there seems to be a familiar feeling in the smell of these ghosts, hehe, I can't say it, probably I think too much. ”

The strange feeling in Ah Mo's heart always lingered, and when he saw the impermanence of black and white and went to greet Xuanhua again, he secretly asked Qinglan: "Brother Qinglan, you have a good nose, do you think these ghosts are a little strange? Under those smells, it seems to be ......."

Qinglan's senses are naturally keen, and his sense of smell and hearing after being blind is even more against the sky, Ah Mo is eager to let him affirm his thoughts, and the strange feeling in his heart is not whimsical alone.

Before Qinglan could answer, Xuanhua had already greeted them, "Get on the boat, if you don't leave, you will have to wait for tomorrow." ”

Naturally, a few people couldn't squeeze together with those ghosts, so they all got on the black and white impermanence bamboo raft.

Strange to say, the bamboo raft looked very small, and it turned out that there were two impermanence brothers and sisters standing, and there was no spare space. But now that the six of them are standing up together, they don't feel crowded at all, as if the small bamboo raft has been enlarged in situ.

Ah Mo couldn't be idle, and when he saw Bai Wuchang rowing, he itched again: "Sister Xiaobai, I'll help you row, okay?"

Bai Wuchang smiled: "Okay! What is your name?"

"My name is Ah Mo, this is my brother Qinglan, and over there is my sister Yuan, we are all from the West Sea. ”

"It turned out to be the little princess of the West Sea. Your Royal Highness, your boat is rowing well!" Bai Wuchang boasted.

"Sister Xiaobai praised it, when I was in the West Sea, there were often shipwrecks that sank to the bottom of the sea, I thought it was a pity, so after repairing it, I took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the middle of the night and rowed with Brother Qinglan on the sea. ”

Ah Mo looked to the other side, and sure enough, Qinglan, who was as idle as himself, had already picked up the black and impermanent penny and started to hold the boat.

"By the way, Sister Xiaobai, the song you sang just now, those harmonies, are they all musicians when they were alive?"

She is beautiful, her brain is good, and her little hands are dexterous, which can be said to be smooth sailing and blessed, but no one is perfect, she has a fatal flaw - that is the rhythm!

Ah Mo sings, which is extremely ugly.

Qinglan is good at flute, Jinghua is good at the piano, sometimes idle to play a song, according to the routine, at this time there should be a gentle woman, come in response, the partridge flies up the light sleeves, the waist is softer, or the warbler swallow language, the kingfisher cries in the forest, the lingering sound, and the ears are full of joy.

But, woo, Ah Mo is not.

She also has a good voice, but as soon as she speaks, she goes out of her voice very well. Her figure is also exquisite, but she can't always step on that beat, and dancing is not much better than boxing.

Qinglan knew, her father and sister also knew, but they all spoiled her at home, and whenever she volunteered to sing and dance, everyone tried their best to endure it, and finally when she was done with her fun, they gave a standing ovation together.

Later, when she got along with Jinghua, sometimes Jinghua stroked the qin, and she would also think of a good story about the beautiful woman Qin Se and Ming on a whim. But as she opened her mouth to sing, she found that the beauty was full of interest, but Childe's face was a little bad.

Jinghua raised his forehead and said, "Momo, you ......"

"Uh, what's wrong?"

"Momo, I'...... I don't remember the rest of the score, why don't we change the tune?"

"Yes!"

After a while, Jinghua coughed lightly twice and stopped, "Momo, that...... Why don't you want "Xunyang Moonlit Night"?"

"yes, yes!"

After a while, Ah Mo saw Jinghua stop again, and wondered: "Jinghua, have you forgotten the score again?"

Jinghua smiled awkwardly and said, "Uh, I ......"

Ah Mo complained: "Hey, you say that you are proficient in music and rhythm, but your memory is so poor, really!"

Jinghua hugged her on her lap and smiled slightly: "What's so fun about the rhythm, what I don't like the most is the rhythm, Momo, let's play something else, okay?"

This is the end of the story of Qin Se and Ming.

was misled by Qinglan and them since he was a child, and later was so shielded by Jinghua, so Ah Mo has never been able to clearly understand himself in the matter of music and rhythm. But fortunately, the most basic self-knowledge is still there, she does not have an inferiority complex and thinks that she sings poorly, but she also knows that she is by no means good at singing.

Therefore, now in the face of the black and white impermanence brothers and sisters with extremely beautiful singing, the admiration in her heart arises spontaneously.

Bai Wuchang said: "These are ordinary people, who have all professions before their deaths, not musicians. ”

"Ah, ordinary people, ordinary mortals can sing so well?" Ah Mo was even more ashamed.

Hei Wuchang asked her cutely, so she couldn't help but answer: "Hehe, Princess Amo, this is a song of the soul, which is sung by the deceased with his own life, singing a lifetime of emotions and attachment to the world, and it has nothing to do with whether he can sing or not." ”

Ah Mo nodded, she stood at the bow of the boat and looked back, on the fleet behind her, there were hundreds of people, everyone bowed their heads and sang reverently, and made a final review of their lives with beautiful and moving singing, good and evil cause and effect, love and hatred, at the end of this song, at the same time.

As soon as she arrived in this underworld, everything was far beyond her imagination.

The mirror of the sky is as beautiful as a fairyland.

Black and white impermanence, and two kind and friendly soul singers.

And the people who walk into the underworld from here every day and walk on the Nai He Bridge are all singing such a beautiful melody, which is not so much a ghost of the end of life, but a different kind of vocal combination.

Ah Mo looked at the hundreds of people in the fleet who bowed their heads and sang, and the strange feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer, but he couldn't say what it was.

She sniffed the sachet vigorously, suppressed the thought for a while, and chatted casually with Bai Wuchang, such as how is the business here?

Bai Wuchang is very talkative, and he answers them one by one without reservation.

"The original ferry here is three cents, if there is a disaster year or a famine, and there are many deaths, it is also allowed to increase the price appropriately. Most of the time, business is actually fairly stable.

Don't look at so many people every day, thinking that we are making a good profit, but these rafts have been used for too long and often leak, so my brother and I have to ask another craftsman to repair them, and we don't make much money. ”

Ah Mo said: "This bamboo raft is indeed very old, why don't you play Yan Jun and ask for a new batch?"

Hei Wuchang said: "After the performance, it is said that it will be approved next month, but it is estimated that we will also be able to subsidize part of the cost, so we have to increase the price." ”

Ah Mo frowned and said, "Not all of these dead people are rich. The collective price increase, I'm afraid some can't afford it. ”

Hei Wuchang said helplessly: "Then what should I do? Life and death have always been equal, even if they are emperors and generals, they are no different from beggars when they die, I can't just see that people have money and charge a few more pennies?"

Ah Mo smiled, "Brother Xiaohei, equality in life and death is good, but if they are willing, I think it's good." ”

Black and white impermanence glanced at each other, and said in unison: "How can you volunteer?"