"Write you into the poem, and every word is flowing with thoughts of you."

Guanglong and Fei Nan carefully moved the body to the wall and let him lean against the wall. According to the sick man, the corpse itself is not poisonous, but it is afraid that something unpredictable will happen after the decomposition. At this time, they have abandoned their worldly prejudices and sent their benefactors on their last journey with a pious heart.

In fact, the corpse was not heavy at all. He only had an empty shell left, and the water was exhausted, and he looked like a dried corpse, but he felt that it weighed more than a thousand catties in the palm of his hand, and his heart was heavy with every step. This stranger, who had never known him, was still thinking about Fei Nan's life and death before he died, and he couldn't help but admire it. Guanglong and Fei Nan couldn't help but turn their faces away, not daring to look at his skinless skin and his painful expression. Why let good people suffer like this?

Everything is ready, all it takes is how to light the fire. Guanglong touched his body, unfortunately he didn't bring a lighter, and there was no material for ignition, and he looked around except for stones and soil.

Meow Meow teased: "Light the fire, doesn't the master have a life and death book, why not use it?" ”

When the sick man heard this, he felt like an electric shock, and he gave a white meow: "Presumptuous." I know it's my baby, and I'm still joking like this. If you dare to beat me again, you will not be spared. ”

Fei Nan slowly took out the lighter, and said with a serious expression: "Is it okay to use this?" ”

The sick man said, "Yes, there is no need for ignition materials. Just ignite it inside him. ”

I saw that Fei Nan decisively lit the lighter, stretched into the corpse, and illuminated the dark green substance inside, like jelly. It was the green gel secreted by the walking corpse worm, which Guanglong had seen many times, and he always felt sick in his heart. It was this green gel that burned quickly when caught in flames, accompanied by a choking stench and curling green smoke. Guanglong thought he was hallucinating. Soon the fire ignited from the inside out, completely enveloping the body.

Fei Nan stood solemnly without saying a word, as if saying goodbye to an old friend for many years.

Guanglong asked Meow Meow in a low voice: "What is the life and death of the sick master, is there really such a thing?" ”

Meowth laughed and whispered, "Don't tell anyone about it." What is the book of life and death, in fact, it is this Book of Songs. After saying that, he smiled stupidly, but fortunately, the sick man didn't notice it.

Fei Nan took something out of her arms, because she couldn't see it with her back to her. When Fei Nan walked to the corpse and squatted down, Guanglong realized that what was in his hand was a cigarette, which was about to break and deform. I saw Fei Nan stretch the cigarette to the flame, light it, and then stand up and take a deep breath.

Guanglong didn't understand how Fei Nan could be so affectionate to a stranger, just because he saved his life? Maybe Guanglong didn't directly receive his favor, so naturally he didn't have the depth that Fei Nan realized. Fei Nan's life-saving benefactor, who once lived in the same room and never met, but was the fate of the fallen people at the end of the world, and now he is gone forever. It turns out that Fei Nan has never been alone.

Fei Nan smoked not a cigarette, but a parting. They were all silent. Fei Nan puffed smoke into the flames and stood still. Guanglong and Meow Meow have more and more admiration for Concubine Nan, which is definitely what real men do. The sick man hummed softly, unimpressed by Concubine Nan's behavior.

Finally, the fire was extinguished, and the corpse turned into a cup of scorched earth. Fei Nan threw away the cigarette holder that had long been burned out and said goodbye: "Brother, thank you, I will never forget your life-saving grace." As long as I can go out, I will bury you well. After speaking, he took a deep breath and picked up a handful of ashes and carefully placed them in his pocket.

Fei Nan really values love and righteousness, and she puts her heart into everyone she has never met. Guanglong asked himself, can he do this?

After doing all this, Fei Nan turned around. He said with a relaxed expression: "Okay, this matter is over, let's go." ”

They looked at the sick man, and couldn't figure out where the mechanism was hidden.

At this time, Meow Meow also studied the words on the wall: "It's weird." Master, how did you engrave the words? The stone is so hard that it must be time-consuming and laborious to engrave the words, why do these words seem so coherent, like a single stroke? ”

The sick man said, "Although the stone is hard, there is still a way to write." ”

Guanglong knocked on the stone wall with his hand, and there was nothing special. Better tools make good work. Guanglong picked up the fallen stone and scratched it on the wall, but saw that it left a shallow mark, which was far from the words on the wall. Then the dragon knife was started, but it only left a slightly deeper ditch, and its comparison could be horizontal and vertical at best, and it would never be as mellow and free as the sick man's font. Guanglong didn't know what to do, and looked at the sick man incomprehensibly.

Guanglong and Fei Nan searched the things they were carrying again, but there were no hard tools.

The sick man took out the judge's pen and gave it to Guanglong: "I will borrow it for you." ”

Guanglong took this pen when he was competing with the sick man in the mirror array, but now that he picks it up, he feels that the weight is not light at all. Guanglong was slightly surprised, and used the pen to point on the wall with a little force, but saw that the pen fell on the wall easily left traces, like writing on wax with a knife. Guanglong was secretly surprised, and Fei Nan and Meow Meow didn't understand what the reason was.

To be able to engrave words on a hard stone, there must be a tool that is harder than a stone, is the problem with the judge's pen? How do you look at it, it's also an ordinary pen, and the texture and weight in your hand should be made of iron, where is the mystery?

Fei Nan also took it over to study, and she couldn't understand the famous hall when she looked left and right.

Meow Meow suddenly said, "Look, what is this?" "In the light, the nib of the pen begins to shimmer with dazzling multicolored light. The light was different from other lights, there was a kind of eye-catching brilliance, like a jewel.

Fei Nan was well-informed, and immediately recognized it: "This, this is a diamond." ”

"Yes, that's what we often call diamonds. It is a carbon elemental body, the hardest known substance in the world. Fei Nan pointed out to them in surprise, like a child getting a snack, "Look, its luster, how perfect its texture is." Such a large piece of diamond does not know how many carats. ”

It's diamonds! Guanglong only knew that the pen was usually filled with small steel balls, while the sick man's judge's pen was filled with genuine diamonds. As Fei Nan said, the hardest substance in the world must be able to leave something on the stone.

Meow Meow was also deeply attracted by the brilliance of the diamond, staring intently, for fear of leaving her sight. It seems that women are inherently not resistant to jewelry. The sick man's face changed slightly, as if he was afraid that Meow Meow would be greedy for a moment to pull out the diamond.

Fei Nan once again compared the diamond with the wall, and muttered, "This stone wall looks unusual, it should not be as hard as ordinary stones, otherwise even diamonds can't write so easily." ”

Guanglong finally figured out the principle of writing poems on the wall of the sick man. Looking at the poems carved on the wall, he couldn't help but chant:

"The two glooms and the underworld, the cold air is turning, and the bitter sea has a side and a shore. There are many twists and turns in the waves, and the elegance is peerless. Night tour of Furong crossing, looking at the moon and singing, when dreaming splendidly and waking up sad. The water is still and the waves are gone, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. ”

Guanglong muttered, "Master, you made this word, I like it." ”

The sick man stroked his beard proudly, nodded incessantly, and said approvingly: "You are really good eyesight, you only wrote it recently." ”

The two Xiao Xiao of the Netherworld are obviously caused by his feelings in combination with his own state of mind. Coupled with the passing of his ambition and the faint sky, it is his extreme dissatisfaction with the status quo, as well as the mood of unpaid ambitions, the sadness of the inexorable passage of time, and finally seeing through all the glitz in the world and returning to calm. Guanglong grinded carefully, and told the helpless state of mind of the sick man, only to hear the sick master's eyes shine, with a shocked expression. The sick man couldn't stop praising Guanglong, saying that no one had understood him so well for a long time. Guanglong was almost cited as a confidant, and their previous unhappiness had long since disappeared.

Guanglong thought to himself, how good it would be if Lao Wang was so generous and reconciled with himself.

looked at the sick man again, took out the life and death book in his arms, and happily turned it up. Guanglong leaned over, and sure enough, it was full of poems and songs that Meow Meow said. Life and death are thin, life and death are thin, it turns out that in the eyes of the sick man, poetry is a treasure related to his life and death.

The sick man smiled: "I suddenly remembered some witty words to share with you, but I don't have a good memory when I'm old, so I read them." ”

Guanglong had never seen the sick man like this now, smiling happily like a child. It seems that in Guanglong's impression, he has always been a pedantic old gentleman who eats the old and is cunning and stereotypical, and it seems that he has to change some prejudices.

Meow Meow proposed: "It's rare that everyone has Yaxing, we might as well make a poem and engrave it on it." ”

The sick man's eyes lit up, and he put the life and death book back in his arms, and said, "Yes, why didn't I expect that the four of us were exactly one person." He pointed to the fact that there was still an empty space on the wall that was not inscribed.

Guanglong excused himself: "How can this be done, wouldn't we get an axe in front of the master, which makes people laugh and be generous." "Fei Nan also made a difficulty, to say that fighting and drinking can barely cope, and it is not something that he can play with poetry.

The sick man said, "Don't be humble, I'll come first." As he spoke, he snatched the judge's pen and waved it on the wall. The font is still vigorous and vigorous, and the movements are extremely skillful. The inscription on it reads: The old wall of the secret room is shining. Is it the first word again?

Meow Meow pondered for a while, and also wrote: Prosperous splendid dark fragrance. This is what I feel in my heart, and people are beautiful and sentences are also beautiful. It seems that they are all cultural people, the more Guanglong looks at it, the more nervous he becomes, it's about to be his turn, but he hasn't thought of a couplet yet.

It was difficult to get to Feinan, and it took him a long time to have a flash of inspiration, but there was a word that he couldn't write. Guanglong was speechless, he wrote less on weekdays and this word was rare, so he only wanted to come up with a general structure. When the sick man heard this, he hurried over to instruct him, and wrote it on the ground with his fingers. Finally, Fei Nan also wrote on the wall not very neatly: sarcophagus zombies are starving. It's my own personal experience again, and it's related to my buddy who has just been cremated. It's hard for Fei Nan to hold back this sentence, although it is not as advanced as the first two sentences, at least it is quite smooth to read.

It's Guanglong's turn. What kind of poems do you say, this structure is obviously Yuan song, Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha? Autumn Thoughts. How should Guanglong pick it up, and he can't lose his identity. Yes, there it is.

Guanglong also wrote: The past is as it used to be, and the party of spades casts articles.

Finally finished writing, Fei Nan and Meow Meow were very satisfied, admiring the masterpiece they had completed together. The sick man shook his head slightly, revealing a look of crying and laughing. Guanglong disdainfully thought that it was good to be able to write it, and the last sentence was almost written: Guanglong came here for a visit.

"The old walls of the secret room are shining, the flowers are splendid and the dark fragrance is dark, the sarcophagus zombies are starving, the past is the same, and the party of spades casts articles."