Remembering Qin'e and Wuxu Winter Night in Hong Kong

- Huo Datao swallowed, and he went upstairs to see the sad moon. Sad month, the landscape of the old country, the city of a foreign country. Zero Ding is loyal to the soul, and the blood of the men under the stage of the King of Song. Turn five-colored stones and mend the cracks in the south sky!

Remembering Qin'e and Yiwei years, Bai Lu's new book is to talk about it

- Ran

The bells and drums are ringing, and the southern sky is full of red flags. The red flag is raised, the mountains and rivers of Yanhuang are hot, and the Chinese clothes are crowned.

Yu Gu was clear and hateful under the stage, and the head of Xiangyang City was killed. Dance the axe of the heavens, save the southeast!

Summer 2015 A.D.

Four hundred years after the death of the Ming Dynasty.

Seven hundred years after the death of the Song Dynasty.

Today, the glorious palace and sails are all dust. Meiling is better than snow, and the blue waves are monstrous, how many people remember?

The city below the mountain in the distance is already lit up, thousands of lights are lit, dimming the color of the sunset, and there is a piercing sound echoing, which is the wind set off by the speeding vehicles on the highway around the city. The nearby excavation site has been shrouded in deep twilight, and it is no longer clear to see the vertical and horizontal trenches, only the movement of the figure can mark the location of this tomb that has been sleeping under the layers of red soil for an unknown number of years.

The mountains spread out in the twilight, like giant beasts sleeping in the wilderness, silent and with unshakable majesty; The wild grass is all rendered with colorful colors, as if this is the brilliant color of life that should belong to them. The sunset may not belong to the rows of buildings, but it will always belong to this lonely and vast wilderness.

It is the voice of man that breaks the silence of this wilderness. The scattered migrant workers who had already finished their work gathered towards the place where the smoke rose, and several gray-haired old professors who participated in the excavation work were still standing on the high slope overlooking, all of them frowning.

This large tomb, which has been destroyed, simply cannot give the professors of Xuefu Wuche a chance to show it, because there is no object worth referring to excavated. After a few days, even the migrant workers were weak and disappointed.

Of course, for Ye Yingwu, who is still a member of the intern team, it is a heavy blow.

"Xiao Ye, come over for dinner, don't squat there, what should I do if the wind blows and I catch a cold." The kind captain beckoned to him, but the frowning brow still did not let go, the pressure from his superiors had made him a little unsustainable, but he was reluctant to explore for many days.

After all, it is the first time that such a large-scale tomb has been discovered in this city, and if the age and tomb owner can be determined, it will undoubtedly add a touch of history and culture to this already modern enough city, which is also what the leaders of the city and even the ordinary people of Pingtou are looking for on a daily basis.

Ye Yingwu was stunned, and then waved his hand: "No, captain, I'm a little dizzy today, and I want to find a cool place." ”

Before the words fell, the lonely young man got up and walked towards the grass, and the lonely figure was like an unsociable geese, walking alone in the unknown wilderness.

"Hey, this young man, why is he so faceless?" The vice-captain was originally a short-tempered person, and coupled with the fire in his belly caused by the poor progress, he was naturally angry now, and he was ready to educate this illiterate young man.

"Forget it," the captain smiled, not paying attention, "Xiao Ye was originally seeing work for the first time, and he finally got this opportunity, but in the end he got nothing, even if we are old oilers, we are a little disappointed, let alone them." Although the nearby villagers say that this is the tomb of Ye Mengding and Ye Zaizhi in the Southern Song Dynasty, Ye Mengding has seventy-two doubtful graves, and the tomb of such a weather may only be one of the seventy-two doubtful graves. ”

Hearing the captain's words, and then looking at the other young people in the team who were dejected, the deputy captain sighed and sat down. Archaeology, in addition to one's own profound expertise, is more important than luck. Digging out a princely tomb is definitely a shining point in life, but how many people in the world can have such achievements? Most people are not lonely and unheard of in this ordinary or even small position in this life?

A young man looked at Ye Yingwu, who was getting farther and farther away, snorted twice unconvinced, and said softly: "This kind of rich second generation who doesn't know the height of the sky and the earth and hasn't suffered any hardships at first glance, if it weren't for their family's strength, where would we have a place for him here!" ”

The captain frowned, glared at the young man, and did not comment on anything.

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Ye Yingwu walked alone in the waist-high grass. This unique feeling of being surrounded by wilderness was something he had never experienced growing up in the city. Accustomed to the hustle and bustle, accustomed to the hustle and bustle, accustomed to the praise and self-deprecation of friends, suddenly in this wilderness, extremely strange, extremely lonely. If that fox friend knew his state of mind at this time, I am afraid that a "hypocritical" ridicule would be indispensable.

If I knew that there was today, I wouldn't have left my father's hard work for half of his life and ran to study something that seemed to have no future.

Young people all over the world seem to have a rebellious mentality, even with the aura of "rich second generation", which is the envy of everyone.

At that time, I had always been low-key and low-key in school, and I really wanted to be a good boy who "studied hard and made progress every day", but the father who couldn't even see the shadow of people on weekdays suddenly asked him to go to a foreign aristocratic college about the economy that he hadn't even heard of, so that he could come back and take over, and I didn't know what I thought at the time, anyway, I cried and almost "cleared up the father-son relationship", and casually got to a pretty good university······ Hmm······ History Department, the reason is just because of history and economy, Ye Yingwu can't beat the eight poles in his heart, what my father asked me to learn, I will do it against him, it's as simple as that.

As a result, the four years of college have passed in such a mess, although as a good student Ye Yingwu is sure that he will not fail the course easily, but what have he learned in the past four years, now I think back one by one, but I have no impression, but I have no impression of how many times I went to the bar with those fox friends and dog friends, the sky is dark, and I have changed many girl friends again and again, but they are all vivid, as if it was yesterday.

It's a pity that everything is a thing of the past, and only the sound and smile on the color photos remain. Dad hated himself for not being iron, but he still entrusted all kinds of relationships, and finally put his son in a fairly well-known archaeological team. For the half-old man who has experienced the wind and rain, if the son can wash away the copper smell that has been passed down from generation to generation in the family and become a generation of historians, it will be regarded as a glorious lintel.

But Daddy's thoughts, Ye Yingwu didn't know, and even if he knew, he didn't bother to say anything.

Why is it that back then, he was also the second generation of the rich and high-spirited in the imperial capital, but now it is ······ It doesn't seem to be much, it's just a little lost and a little depressed.

There seemed to be something flickering in the grass in front of him, attracting the young man's attention, making him subconsciously push aside the tall weeds and grasp the light under the layers of meadows.

It was a piece of cool ancient jade, although it was already covered with dust, but it was still difficult to hide the dazzling brilliance, as if thousands of years of time could not leave a mark in that cool light. It's so close to the ancient tomb, does it have something to do with that mysterious tomb? Could it be that there is a sizable burial mound around here?

With doubts or with the joy and longing that had been accumulated for days, Ye Yingwu stretched out his hand to brush away the soil, the light of the jade became brighter, and the pattern like the iron hook and silver was also very obvious.

"His grandmother's, why is my name?!" Ye Yingwu exclaimed in a low voice, because the jade was clearly engraved with the four small characters "Ye's Yingwu".

I originally thought that the knowledge that I had forgotten in my heart for a long time came to my heart like a river and a sea, as if they had never been ruthlessly forgotten by Ye Yingwu, but had been hidden in the deepest part of my heart, and once the time came, they would reappear, and once again put on the armor for the master, so that the master was still a scholar.

Ye Yingwu subconsciously shook his head, took a long breath of cool air to calm himself down, and carefully looked at this ancient jade, and the characteristics of the times of other patterns are also very obvious, this is an ancient jade of the Song Dynasty.

Song, Song, Song!

Song Dynasty, why Song Dynasty······ Who was the emperor of the Song Dynasty······ What does Yue Fei do······ Oh, it seems that I passed the Song History with a full score back then, and it was rare to take the first place in the class once······

Muttering something to himself, Ye Yingwu's mind was blank, and he just walked forward in the barren grass unconsciously.

Perhaps not paying attention, Ye Yingwu's feet were soft, and he fell straight into the deep hole hidden in the grass. The bottomless darkness seems to be a soul-eating demon that wants to devour all who accidentally fall into it. In the vicinity of this tomb, which has been stolen many times, many such deep holes have been found, and this one is undoubtedly the deepest and widest, but it is hidden by layers of weeds and no one notices.

"It's not good, thief!" Feeling the "passion" of vertical descent, Ye Yingwu screamed miserably. It seems that no one in the team has ever encountered such an unfortunate thing as falling into a thief hole, but I didn't expect this record to be broken by the interns who have just arrived for a few days.

This tomb is very deep, so it is like a twin brother who has existed in the cave for an unknown amount of time, and it is also bottomless, as if it has also crossed time and traveled through the years.

Ye Yingwu's dark vision finally saw the slightest ray of light, but his heart was even tighter, it stands to reason that in that deep underground, how could there be light?

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yingwu's head seemed to hit some hard stone, and this time it can be said that his eyes were completely black and he lost consciousness.

With a "bang", the unconscious Ye Yingwu fell to the bottom of the thief hole.

It was not darkness that engulfed him, but light.

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In the dark, there seemed to be the voice of Huang Zhong Da Lu, echoing in his ears.

Ye Yingwu opened his eyes, surrounded by a foggy mountain and river, and he himself seemed to be in a vast field. There are no lights that have become commonplace, and there is no mellow smell of earth that has not yet been accustomed to, only a faint smell of flowers and herbs.

The mountains and rivers were covered with a hazy purple color, becoming as mysterious as the color.

"Where?" Ye Yingwu subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, muttered to himself in confusion, and looked up, the sky was also hazy, as if it was inexhaustible. The ground beneath my feet was exceptionally hard, and there was no wind, but the flowers and plants were swaying.

For some reason, the sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu, which had been echoing between the purple mountains and rivers, slowly dissipated unconsciously.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Suddenly, a loud voice came from the sky.

Ye Yingwu frowned, and shouted at the sky while stomping his feet: "Who are you?!" Don't pretend to be a ghost, hurry up and send Lao Tzu back, Lao Tzu is a materialist, do you know what materialism is? I just don't believe you cows, ghosts, gods and snakes! ”

"You can't go back. There is only one road ahead, and it will not walk in you. The voice was not in a hurry or slow, it didn't seem to be angry at all because of Ye Yingwu's abuse, and it seemed that he had already grasped Ye Yingwu's choice, and didn't explain to him what would happen if he left, and what would happen if he didn't go.

"Doesn't that Lao Tzu want to be alone······" Ye Yingwu gasped, and the light in front of him had appeared, like a door to another time and space. What is the origin? Could it be that you have met a real God?

Silence, no answer.

After a long time, the voice sounded again, but it was no longer as strong and powerful as before, but became more vicissitudes of life: "It turns out that you are afraid of being alone." Who among all beings is not afraid of the demon that follows him like a shadow? But I have to say that among so many lives where you are afraid of being alone, you are also unique. Well, seeing that you are about to say goodbye to a space, cut off countless thoughts and concerns, and go to the end of the world alone, I will give you a gift. ”

One sentence broke what Ye Yingwu thought in his heart, which made Ye Yingwu's old face red.

"If you have something to say, let it go!" Ye Dashao, who was used to flying and domineering, was already impatient with this god's chattering voice, and pointed to the sky and shouted loudly while walking towards the light. He didn't want to ask or guess the meaning behind the "farewell to a space" in that voice, although he already had a vague answer in his heart.

In an instant, the sky broke, the clouds opened, and the fog dispersed.

The green hills stretch straight into the distance, presenting in front of you.

"What kind of gift is it?"

The voice paused for a long time, as if he didn't want to deal with Ye Yingwu, a fool, but finally replied slowly: "I'll send you 90,000 miles of green mountains." ”

Ye Yingwu was stunned for a moment, and then raised his head.

The green hills are endless, still stretching endlessly into the distance, and the roaring river rushes in the mountains, like a wild dragon dancing. The rivers and mountains are picturesque, stirring the world, and there are countless heroes for a while. Except for the golden scales that are far from being in the pool, who can crisscross these thousands of miles of green mountains?

seemed to understand the deep meaning, in silence, Ye Yingwu nodded slowly, and his originally brisk steps gradually became heavy, as if there was a ruin ahead, a bottomless abyss, and he was the firefly that put out the fire, without hesitation.

A thousand rays of light bloomed in front of him, engulfing his small figure.

This is a lonely trip to the end of the world, and there are still 90,000 miles of green mountains.

Behind this glorious door, what? Suddenly, Ye Yingwu's heart was full of infinite reverie and expectation for the distance. Cut off countless bonds, through time and space thousands of times.

If there is chaos, then a new world will be broken.

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"Erlang, Wuzi, surnamed Ye! Hurry the fuck up! We can't help but avenge our revenge with Lu **zi! A voice pulled Ye Yingwu, who was caught in the boundless darkness, back stiffly, not hiding his anger and anxiety at all.

Jiro? Takeko? I'm Wu Song? No, my surname is still Ye. Ye Yingwu was groggy, and he only felt that the world was spinning.

"Brother Ho, if you shake it like this, Yuanlie will be shaken stupidly. You don't see that he's bleeding on his forehead, so let's get a doctor quickly! Another, though calm, but unable to conceal his anxious voice, came from the other side, in stark contrast to the voice just now.

At this time, Ye Yingwu felt that someone was carrying him, and then the owner of the first voice seemed to wave something, and there was a sound of ridicule on the other side. However, what he wondered in his heart was who the "Brother Pickaxe" mentioned in the voice was, who was the "Yuan Lie", and who was the "Martial Brother", but the endless darkness had completely shrouded him, and his forehead was cold and painful, which was a feeling of being injured.

When I was in college, I was in a fight in a bar, and I was knocked on the forehead with a wine bottle, and the feeling was the same as now, could it be that the strange door led to a bar? Isn't it just a trip to a bar, as for making it so mysterious?

"Senior brother, Wuzi has been bullied like this, we can't swallow this breath like this, we have to fight back no matter what! Otherwise, in the future, senior brother, where will your face, as well as the faces of our Jiang family and Ye family, go! ”

"Yu Ji has already offended the Lu family in the court because of his discord with that traitorous minister, and now he can't say anything about you." The calm voice sounded again, and he hesitated for a moment, "Besides, the two of you this time are obviously because of the dispute between the singer and the Lu family, and it will damage the reputation of the Jiang and Ye families if you make a big deal out of it······ If I hadn't happened to be passing by, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago. ”

The more Ye Yingwu listened, the more confused he became, his eyes couldn't open at all, he stretched out his hand to grab something, and a hand hurriedly stretched out, although it was smooth and tender, it was very powerful, and the hand reached out in the direction where the person called "Senior Brother" was.

Being able to call out the title of "senior brother", which has been almost forgotten by the times, shows that he is no longer in modern times, but just ······ It's just that what the hell is going on with his grandmother?

The owner of the first voice did not refute again, but said with some concern: "Senior brother, you see that you are blushing again, don't lie next time." Did Daddy already know about it and let you come over? ”

"Brother Pickaxe······ That's it, Shizun heard that the two of you had a dispute with the Lu family in the hook fence, so he hurriedly sent me over to bring people back. ”

Gradually, his eyes were opened, and the thick smell of blood came to his nose, Ye Yingwu didn't care about it so much, looked up, and handed his hand to himself was a man in white who was not handsome, and his figure was not tall, but his whole body exuded a kind of righteous and peaceful atmosphere, and his gestures were full of arrogance.

And at the beginning he pulled himself back from the darkness was a richly dressed boy with a horsewhip in his hand, who looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old. Seven or eight housekeepers stood in front of a few people, holding long sticks.

"Senior brother, Wuzi is awake!"

"Put Yuanlie on the carriage first, pick up the younger brother, and let the family members retreat." The white-clothed man said calmly, as if the bloody brawl ahead did not make him fear and flinch. After the order, the white-clothed scholar showed a warm smile and looked at Ye Yingwu, who was dazed and unconscious.

Forget it, let's pretend to be dizzy. I really couldn't understand what was going on, so Ye Yingwu simply closed his eyes again. In short, this can make the head that is about to explode a little more comfortable. It seemed that seeing that Ye Yingwu's original hideous face gradually relaxed, the white-clothed man did not call him, but stopped the young man next to him from rushing up.

At this moment, there was a loud shout not far away, followed by dense footsteps.

"Since you are here, don't run away!"

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Ye Yingwu was suddenly awakened.

Struggled to open his eyes, only to see a few feet in the distance ahead, the two men in brocade clothes who should have been personable were full of ridicule and pride at this time, and the pockmarks on their faces also became clear with Ye Yingwu's clear sight. Ye Yingwu subconsciously shook the hand of the white-clothed gentleman fiercely, so frightened that the white-clothed gentleman hurriedly turned around, and his tone became a little anxious:

"Yuan Lie, your head injury is too serious, today's matter, Brother Fool believes that the Lu family will give a reasonable explanation, let's take care of the injury first. No matter which is right or wrong, Senior Brother will not watch you suffer from this dumb loss. ”

Ye Yingwu glanced at the white-clothed scholar in surprise, and he didn't know what kind of identity and status the body he occupied, which could make this upright-looking person become anxious, and even took sides without saying anything.