September 9, Chongyang, it is advisable to ascend, sacrifice, pray for blessings, and build ......

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

A drizzling autumn rain washed away most of the unfading heat.

The green mountains are faint, yellow flowers and weeds grow wildly on the roadside, and the wind in the mountains brings the faint fragrance of cinnamon, which is indescribably refreshing and refreshing.

Although it is already the season of rice and wheat ripening, most people in this era have moved out of the poor countryside, and the mountains are deserted.

Pu Ye walked on the winding mountain road, and he couldn't see a single figure for half a day.

When he was tired of walking, he stood on the mountainside, crossed his waist and looked at the high place of the mountain, only to see an old house with blue bricks and gray tiles at the entrance of the mountain village, and a two-story old-fashioned attic in the backyard was higher than the wall, and he was looking far away.

……

Squeak!

cough cough cough ......

As soon as I pushed the door open, a thick smell of dust came to my nose.

No one has been in or out for a long time, and the courtyard is full of weeds and creatures, and there is a smell of decay everywhere.

Standing outside the door, Pu Ye looked at the dilapidated old house that had been idle for too long, his eyes diverged, and his thoughts gradually drifted away unconsciously.

Three years?

No, at least five years!

He hadn't been back here for a long time since the mountain-wide back he remembered was gone.

After this homecoming festival is over, I don't know when it will be next time, maybe forever......

Pu Ye's mature face that did not match his age hung a trace of vicissitudes and helplessness, and his eyes looked carefully and even greedily at the courtyard in front of him, as if he wanted to deeply remember the old house that accompanied him during the carefree and carefree time of his childhood in the deepest part of his heart, almost affectionate......

Then he hurried to work, drawing new water from the old well, weeding, wiping the table, and cleaning the house......

Finally wiped the dust deposited on the tables, chairs, benches and other furniture in the old house, and the towels brought were so dark that they couldn't see the original color clearly, and Pu Ye was also so busy sweating that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Walking through the neat front room, he came to the backyard, where an antique locked wooden attic appeared in front of him, with eaves and arches, and the ancient architectural style had been on the road for many years.

Hey?

This wooden building......

Pu Ye remembered.

From the moment he remembered it as a child, the wooden building was in the backyard of his house, locked all year round, and never opened.

When my father was still here, I told him that it was built when their Pu family ancestors moved here, and it has gone through hundreds of years.

Over the years, the wooden building has gradually become too dilapidated to live in, and has become an old antique used as a warehouse.

When he was a child, Pu Ye was too naughty, and his father was afraid that this wooden building would become a dangerous building, so he never let him in.

Therefore, this wooden building has always been shrouded in a thick mystery in the eyes of the little Pu Ye.

Now Pu Ye's curiosity rises, just like the returning boy who found an unknown mysterious treasure in his hometown, he has found a long-lost childlike interest.

This may be the last time I'm back, so I've got to figure out what's inside, right?

Together, this thought can no longer be suppressed.

Pu Ye rummaged through the long keychain and found an old-fashioned key in the shape of a T-shape.

Squeaky ......

The iron lock was rusty, and it took a lot of effort to twist it open, and slowly push the wooden door open.

For some reason, Pu Ye inexplicably felt nervous, feeling like opening a portal to the unknown world, and unconsciously held his breath.

Unexpectedly, when I saw the scene inside, there was no dusty mess as I imagined.

The first impression is clean!

It's so clean!

It's so clean that it doesn't look like a dusty house for a long time, and it looks like someone has come to clean it often.

And this is clearly impossible!

When you think about it, it's hair-picking!

The first floor of the wooden building is like a hall for receiving people, empty, there is nothing, only the dragon and phoenix carvings carved on the pillars show its prosperity in its heyday.

As soon as Pu Ye walked in, he only felt like he was soaked in the warmth of the spring breeze, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, with the aroma of grass and trees, and the material of the wooden house was faintly golden, looming......

Well, my ancestors don't seem to be ordinary people.

A thought crossed Pu Ye's heart, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Quiet, so quiet!

As soon as I stepped into this wooden building, it was like being completely cut off from the outside world, all the sounds were isolated, and it was so quiet that it was a little creepy, and there was no sound of insects.

The hairs on the back of Pu Ye's neck stood up, and he inexplicably felt as if he had a pair of invisible eyes peeping on him in the darkness around him, and goosebumps rose......

What am I afraid of in my own home?

He pressed away a hint of strangeness in his heart.

Behind the first floor is a wooden ladder upwards, which is not high, only twelve steps, and six or seven down to the second floor.

The lighting on the second floor is much darker than that on the first floor, and the closed wooden windows are tightly covered, preventing a ray of light from shining in.

Pu Ye pushed open the closed window, and the light shone in after a long time, and he could see the situation in the room clearly.

Although there are no furnishings, the layout of this place clearly resembles the study of a large family, neatly arranged with four rows of old and broken bookshelves, but not a single book.

This is not unexpected.

Hundreds of years have passed, and any paper book will turn into rotten dust......

It's just that Pu Ye walked over and wiped his fingers on the bookshelf, but there was not a trace of dust.

Each grid on the bookshelf is faintly marked with handwriting, which is a small seal in traditional Chinese.

"Xiaoqian?"

"Painted skin?"

"Become an immortal?"

……

Pu Ye muttered, and his face became strange.

Isn't this the story of the chatter?

Liao Zhai happens to be the name of the study, and his family is surnamed Pu, so it won't be so coincidental, right?

……

In addition to the bookshelf, there was a large square table in the middle of the study, and there were no four treasures of the study on it, just a bald pen with thin hair, a rotten bowl with dense cracks, and an old book that seemed to have been bitten by a rat and was missing.

Oh yes!

There was also a lame wooden rattan chair by the window.

That's all the furnishings in the study.

Simple, but full of organs.

Book?

Pu Ye's heart moved, and he walked over and opened it.

The paper was yellow and wrinkled, as if it had been torn apart, and only two pages were written in small and uniform seals, and the rest were blank.

“

Zhiyi: Ying Ning

Chronicle: Zero Sixty Six

Chronicles: 魑

Scripture: None

Biography: Prince Suit, Ju Zhiluo Shop People. Early loneliness, absolute wisdom, fourteen into the pan. Mother's favorite, usually not allowed to travel in the countryside. hired Xiao's and died before he got married, so he asked for a phoenix. At the meeting, there was an uncle's son, Wu Sheng, who invited him to look at it. Fang went to the outside of the village, and a servant from his uncle's family came to recruit Wu. Seeing the wandering girl like a cloud, she took advantage of the joy and traveled alone. There is a girl with a maid, a plum blossom 5, Ronghua is peerless, and the smile is lovely. The attention of the student is unswerving, and he forgets his scruples. The woman went to count the martial arts, and Gu Wan said: "My eyes are burning like a thief!" "On the ground, the laughter is gone. Picking up flowers in a daze, the soul is lost, and the soul is lost, and he returns 7. When I got home, I hid the bottom of the flower pillow, slept with my head down, and did not speak or eat.

……

Note: None

Said: Looking at his diligent smile, he seems to have no heart at all. And the pranks under the wall are very bad. To the sad ghost mother, laughing is crying, and my baby would rather be hidden in the laugher. Whispering that there is grass in the mountains, the name is "laughing", and smelling it is unstoppable. If this kind is planted in the house, it will forget the worries and forget the worries, and there is no color. If you interpret the flowers, you are disgusted with its posture.

”

……

“

Zhiyi: Nie Xiaoqian

Chronicle: Zero-six-seven

Chronicles: 魑

Scripture: None

Biography: Ning Caichen, a native of Zhejiang. Generous and cool, inexpensive and self-respecting. Each pair said: "There is no difference in life." "It is suitable to go to Jinhua, to Beiguo, and undress Lanruo. The temple nave tower is magnificent; However, there is no one in the basil, and it seems to be gone. The east and west monks' houses are covered by double doors; Only a small house in the south, the key is as new. Gu the east corner of the palace again, repair the bamboo arch; There is a huge pond at the bottom of the stairs, and wild lotus roots have bloomed. I am very happy about it. Will learn to make the case coming, the city house is expensive, the thought will stay, and then take a walk to wait for the monk to return. At dusk, there are scholars coming, and the south is open. Rather be courteous, and tell me.

……

Note: None

Said: None"

……

Isn't this fasting?

It's just that it's written in a strange format, not like a short story, but more like some kind of containment......

Recording?

The paper was old, but the handwriting was as good as new, as if someone had just written it down.

It's hair-wrenching to think about.

Suddenly, he felt it again, as if an inexplicable gaze was peering at him from an unknown corner.

"Who?" There seemed to be a shadow in the shadow in the corner of Pu Ye's eyes, and he screamed instinctively.

He turned his head suddenly, only to find that the wooden window was open, and at some point it was swaying back and forth by a strange wind, and the shadow on the ground at first glance looked like a walking figure.

"Scared the hell out of me! ......" Pu Ye secretly laughed at herself, she seemed to be too suspicious.

He walked over and reopened the wooden window, sat down on the wooden rattan chair, picked up the old book and looked at it.

It's just a well-known story, so why write it in this way?

The book was torn apart, with no cover, and except for these two pages, the rest was blank paper, not even a single page.

Drain ......

Unconsciously, a light rain fell outside the window, which pulled layers of rain curtains on the heaven and earth, and the green mountains in the distance rose with water vapor, which was misty.

Heaven and earth are indescribably quiet.

Although many people are very familiar with the stories in Liaozhai, very few people have actually calmed down to read the book......

Ancient texts always have a concise and eye-catching charm.

Pu Ye's heart also calmed down, and he unconsciously looked at the ground.

The lame wooden rattan chair was unexpectedly steady, rocking and shaking......

An inexplicable thick sleepiness swept over, his eyelids had already begun to fight, and his hands hung down unconsciously.

Pu Ye lay there, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, falling into a dream, his delicate face and eyebrows stretched, quiet and relaxed.

There was silence between heaven and earth, only the sound of rain outside the window, quiet......

Silent for a long time.

It's as if time has stopped flowing at this moment, the picture stands still, and for a moment it is eternity.

Until a certain point, the old book in Pu Ye's hand was windless and automatic, and it was rattling.

The two pages of paper with words were strangely erected and stood upright, with waves on them, like ripples of water.

Bite......

Silently, a crystal fingertip stretched out from the page little by little.

First of all, the slender fingers, the fingers are like freshly peeled onions, fresh and slender, cold and without any blood.

This is followed by delicate wrists, rounded and shiny......

Then a pair of arms glowing with jade light, showing off their shoulders slightly......

It's close!

The fingertips drooped, little by little, towards the face of Pu Ye, parting the bangs, falling on the smooth forehead, then skimming the corners of the eyebrows, gently flicking the eyelashes, then climbing up the bridge of the nose, rubbing the edges of the mouth, and finally to the emaciated chin......

Slowly stroking, as if sensing something......

"Don't move, it's itchy...... Pu Ye frowned in his sleep, muttering in his mouth, feeling like a cat's paw gently scratching his face, itching uncomfortably.

So he reached out and waved it over, trying to pat the nasty ghost that disturbed his sleep.

The hand startled, swished back into the page, and did not move.

"Where did the cat come from?" Pu Ye muttered, turned over to find a more comfortable position, and fell asleep again.

There was silence again in the study room.

Drain ......

Before you know it, the autumn rain is getting denser and denser.

The cold air hit, and in his sleep, Pu Ye instinctively hugged his shoulders with his hands, and his whole body unconsciously curled up.

At this time, there was another movement on another page, and three fluffy fluffy tails were exposed, red as fire, silently and gently covering Pu Ye's body.

An autumn rain, a cold!

It's getting cold......

The window closed silently.