She dreamed again.

Ah Yu was lying on the bed, her eyes wide open, staring at the curtain above her head, stunned.

Outside the window, the sky was hazy, already a little bright, like a dye gently blurring the thick dark night, and occasionally a few roosters could be heard.

It's ugly.

She propped up the bed and straightened up, and when the wind blew, she was cool behind her, and a spirit immediately came back to her senses.

Habitually touched the silver bracelet between the wrist of the left hand, the silver bracelet is very thin, such as two strands of silver wire entangled, interwoven into a knot in two places, a knot is tied with two silver bells, the silver bell is exquisite, the wrist is up and the bell does not ring; There are faint dark lines at the other knot, engraved two words, light and shadow are bright and dark, and the words are not clear when you look closely.

Very chic bracelet.

Ah Ying lifted the quilt and turned over and got out of bed, she dreamed again, and the dream was the young man in Tsing Yi in the pear orchard in Runzhou six years ago.

Time flies, so many years have passed, and this is the first time she has dreamed of him so clearly and so truly. The fragments that remained only in the memories slowly piled up into a dream, a dream of splendid withering, a dream without color.

She was only nine years old when she dreamed of it.

****

24th year of Guangde, October 25, Runzhou West, Pear Garden.

sub-hours.

Guo Ying knelt alone in front of the mourning hall, quietly, his eyes were blank, staring at the big words in front of the hall, the white filial piety cloth was flying, and the wind was a little strong.

She pursed her lips, bit her lower lip, and her eyes began to roll around.

The white candle on the table danced a little presumptuously, and she hugged her arms, feeling a little cold.

The door creaked, and the crisp sound was particularly clear in the silent mourning hall, Guo Ying subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and turned his head a little stiffly.

The door didn't move, and it was night outside.

Guo Ming's eyes widened, trying to see what was in the night, but there seemed to be no living thing.

She turned her head and sat on her lap, her hands on her lap, her head bowed, and she silently prayed in her heart that nothing strange would happen.

Her mother is from Miaojiang, she grew up in Miao Village since she was a child, she practiced witchcraft and was very bold, and she was not afraid of the so-called ghosts and gods. But now she is alone in the mourning hall, her father and mother are not around, the night is long, and she is inevitably a little afraid of the unknown around her. Especially the knock on the door just now, like an invisible hand, quickly stirred the strings of horror in her heart.

Guo Ying clasped his hands together, pressed his chin against him, leaned forward like a tumbler, and said secretly in his heart: "Grandfather, you have a lot, if I do something wrong, you must not be like me, you don't let me and A-Niang enter the door, if you don't enter, you must not appear tonight..."

At this moment, there was another crisp sound on the door, Guo Jin's eyes widened, and she turned back sharply, and a stone immediately shot over and hit her head, smashing the ground and she leaned back.

Guo Ying immediately rubbed his reddish forehead, stood up, trotted behind the door, used the door as a cover, and looked around carefully. She doesn't know who it is, who would be so boring, don't sleep at night to smash her, and don't show up, what do you want to do?

A silver flash flashed on her wrist gripping the door frame, and two small silver bells collided, but there was no sound.

Ding, another stone, hit the silver bracelet on her wrist, causing a delicate sound, like a small bridge flowing water, like a yellow warbler in the forest, the sound is so good that people are a little intoxicated, and they forget where they are in an instant, and only one sound makes people's minds empty.

Guo Ming's heart tightened, and he subconsciously touched the silver bracelet to confirm that it was not damaged, and then breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes lit up, his left hand flipped over, and with a bit of luck, a thin layer of gas was gathered around the silver bracelet, and it gradually began to turn black, but it was extremely light black, like a little ink fragrance unintentionally dripping from the clear water, and it scattered in an instant. There was a small thing moving in the palm of his hand, and it went around the index finger, slowly climbing up the fingertip, and it was a small black worm.

The body of the insect is very small, and there is a pair of transparent thin wings on its side, and the antennae on the top of the head are extremely long, the length of the fingernail of Xiao Ying'er's index finger, but there is only one, which grows on the left side, and the body proportions are particularly strange. Guo Ming's hand didn't move, and it didn't move.

She wanted to teach the person who frequently attacked her in the dark, and let her taste the taste of the Miao Jiang Gu worm, she was not a fool who was bullied.

The person outside has not moved, Guo Ying has been static with movement, the hand with the index finger slightly upturned slowly stretched out, grabbed the door frame, and the calculation in her heart has already been made, as long as the person shoots a stone, her fingertip Gu worm can judge the approximate location of the person through the small air flow that changes instantaneously in the air, and she can fly over quietly and bite the other party's hand in an instant.

Guo Ying prides herself on being very kind, and the Gu worms she raises have never seriously injured others. She was happy in her heart, intending to listen to the man's pig-killing howl.

Just when the two sides confronted each other and one party had taken action, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor on the right, this person had a heavy pace, he was not a person who practiced martial arts, he should be a night watchman.

Guo Ying listened to the approaching steps, withdrew her hand, turned around and squatted behind the door, motionless, looking at the empty mat in front of the mourning hall, she secretly said that it was not good, and was about to run over and kneel, but she heard the footsteps for a moment, and then turned sharply, turned the direction abruptly, and disappeared.

"Huh" Guo Ying has countless question marks in his heart, the corridor next to the mourning hall is a straight road, there is no fork, judging by the distance of the footsteps, it must pass through the main gate of the mourning hall.

Guo Ying couldn't figure it out.

****

Ugly time.

Guo Ying heard the footsteps disappear, so he didn't think much about it, and listened to it behind the door for a long time, but there was no movement outside. Could it be that the man is gone?

She stretched out her left hand, flicked her index finger, and the black worm flew out of her fingertips, and then flipped her hand, palm down, and a pale real power surrounded her wrist, accompanied by an ethereal bell, short and long, not loud, but extremely penetrating, and instantly blended into the night.

Guo Ying leaned against the door and waited quietly.

After about a cup of tea, I heard a very light and thin pumping sound coming from behind the stone lion not far in front of the door.

"Hiss"

As soon as the voice came out, Guo Ying poked his head out and trotted over, but found that there was no one. Then out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow, dodging in the grass under the cloister, running towards the backyard.

Guo Ying looked back, the main door of the mourning hall was wide open, the scene in front of the hall was unobstructed, and he glanced at the surroundings and there seemed to be no one around, turned around and went back and gently closed the door of the mourning hall, and then ran gently along the left corridor, after turning, he turned over and jumped into the grass, the water under the corridor was gurgling and wriggling, as if it was still, and there was a fragrance of soil after the rain came from the grass.

Guo Ying was lucky, and a small black worm crawled out of his left hand, which was almost exactly the same as the one just now, except that the long and somewhat strange tentacles were born on the right side.

The little insect stood on Guo Ying's fingertips, its tentacles twisted a few times, and its thin wings swept the air, pulling her left hand and flying forward.

Guo Ying followed the worm through the door hole in the west corridor, bypassed the flower garden, and came to a small room in the backyard with the words "Qing Xie Ju" written on it.

What a strange name, Guo Ying pursed his lips, and he couldn't help but hear someone talking in the house.

She was short, creeping to the window on the left side of Qing Xieju, leaning against the wall, and eavesdropping with her ears.

"I heard that the old man gave her a blood jade bracelet," a slightly low and hoarse female voice came. It was probably a woman in her thirties, not her.

"Gave it yourself?" The other woman, with a slightly delicate voice, seemed a little surprised, and her tail note rose. In her early thirties, well, not her.

"How is it possible, I heard that it was given to the boss, let the boss give it to her" Woman A's voice was slightly disdainful;

"Then this old man can be regarded as admitting her in private, she is also very powerful, and she can mix into Guo's mansion if she gives birth to a daughter" Woman B was a little envious;

Guo Ying listened to the two of them singing and harmonizing, and said in her heart that since the person was not there just now, she was too lazy to listen to the woman chewing the root of her tongue, and was about to leave but heard a name, and her feet were stunned, and she immediately continued to listen motionlessly.

"Don't you look at who she is, Miao Jiang women have always been unaware of the height of the sky, enthusiastic and unrestrained, and they can't catch a man. However, the boss of the Guo family is also unlucky, and his good future was ruined by a little goblin, and he became like this, the father and son broke up, and he was laughed at" Woman A said angrily, as if she was really worried about the boss of the Guo family;

"Fortunately, you didn't insist on not marrying the eldest son of Guo at that time, and you fought the ancient frost hibiscus like this? Her daughter is not a fuel-efficient lamp, even Second Master Qin is soft-hearted, she is now keeping a vigil for the old man, and it is estimated that it will be a matter of time before these two people enter the mansion" Woman A continued to analyze;

"That's that, I'm not that blessed, I can't stand being entangled in the ancient frost hibiscus... Fortunately, fortunately...", Woman B busily comforted herself.

****

Yin time.

Guo Ying didn't know how she came back, and she kept thinking about the words of the two women all the way. Why did her gentle aunt become a seductive goblin in their eyes? Who is Second Master Qin? I've never even seen him!

Guo Ying frowned, she and A-Niang finally reunited with their father, but they had to endure the criticism and distortion behind the backs of others, why is this, who is this.

When Guo Ying returned to the mourning hall, he found that the main door had opened a small crack, and he immediately gasped and looked through the crack in the door. I saw a young man in Tsing Yi kneeling in front of the hall, kowtowing three times, and then stepped forward to burn three incense sticks.

Guo Ming, who looked at the slightly thin back of the young man, was a little distressed, obviously so weak but with a straight back, as if he didn't want to be looked down upon, he persistently persisted.

Guo Ying walked in the door, and the young man just turned around and glanced at her, his eyes met, one was slightly puzzled, and the other had no change in eyebrows.

She asked softly, "Who are you?" A slightly immature voice sounded, setting off ripples for the rest of his life.

The young man looked at Guo Ying's whole body, and roughly knew her identity, without introducing himself.

"Since you guard the soul of General Guo, you will guard it well, and if someone hurts you, you will secretly write it down and return it several times in the future. It doesn't matter what others say to you, just let them say it, it doesn't matter, as long as you understand it. The young man's voice had no temperature, but he felt warm in Guo Jin's ears.

The young man squatted on the mat, holding a wooden stick in his hand, stirring the charcoal fire, and said softly:

"I have heard that the soul of the deceased loves to stay in the world when the heavens are about to dawn, and if you pray with all your heart, he will hear it." The faint flame of the candle illuminated half of the boy's face, and gauze was stuck to his chin.

Guo Ying stared at him in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. The young man sighed softly, handed her three sticks of incense, and left.

Guo Ying looked at the incense in her hand, stepped forward and inserted it into the incense burner, watching it burn slowly, the red spark trembled slightly, and her heart trembled.

The two only met for the first time, and a few casual words could also cause her to think deeply.

What was once a proud and domineering guy can only lie here quietly, and only others are allowed to tell about his past affairs.

The Si people have passed away, so don't bother.

She didn't want to be many years later, when she was lying here, there would still be someone chattering in some corner.

She turned to see that the boy had already left. Many years later, when Guo Ying was in Miao Village, he still remembered the young man he met on the night of the wake.

The blue garment was better than the brilliant colors of thousands of brocades, adding color to this dark corner, like a subtle ray of light, through the door, illuminating the silence of the room.

Guo Ying knelt, folded his hands, meditated in his heart, and prayed quietly, for the proud man, for him, and for them.

Outside, the light broke through the last shred of restraint.

It's dawn.