At night, Weiyang Building, which was rarely closed, fell into silence.

Long before Weiyang Tower became the largest green building in Tianyu Town, he was also a certain Kyoto salt merchant, in a private mansion in this remote place, and heard that the little son of that family was born with dysentery, and he was sent here to recuperate since he was four or five years old.

The little boy has a good heart, opens the mountain to build roads, adds a private school, and helps the county government a lot, but unfortunately there is no good retribution, when he is twenty years old, there is an accident in Beijing, and the little boy is in a hurry, and he let go in less than half a year.

Before the death of the little boy, in order to help the family, the mansion has been divided and rented and sold a lot, and when the little boy left, the mansion with a garden was left with three in and three out, and only the front and back two halls were connected to a courtyard, which was bought by a nearby businessman, and it was changed to a green building.

The little boy has a high reputation, and many people were dissatisfied when he changed the Qinglou at first, but time always seems to have the ability to erase everything.

It is precisely because of this that the design of Weiyang Building is not better than those rouge vulgar powder, most of the courtyard falls on the large lotus pond, the carefully placed rockery is staggered layer by layer, from the mountain and stone through the narrow corridor, the corridor is connected with the pavilion of the cornice, the largest pavilion in the middle was demolished when making the green building, leaving only a platform by the water as a place for singers and dancers to perform.

Every summer, the lotus flowers in the lake are in full bloom, the flying skirt is lined with flowers, the sweet voice is soaked in water, and then a pot of good wine just opened in the wine cellar is chilled, the wine is intoxicating, just like the Jiangnan with light songs and dances in the book.

Later, the Spring and Autumn Period bought Weiyang Building according to the meaning of the closure of the city, the green building was changed to a restaurant, the layout did not need to be greatly changed, the front hall received individual guests, there were separate compartments and houses on the second floor, the kitchen was counted in the courtyard, and there was a side door and side porch for the guys to enter and exit. The back hall is divided into two compartments, one is the private room of the distinguished guest, and the other is the man's house.

Every piece of land is considered to be used to the fullest, only the song and dance field in the courtyard is cold.

Tianyu Town in late autumn and early winter, it is not too cold, most of the guys in the building rested, the back hall was full of a few starry lights, the moonlight was bleak, and I couldn't see from which window, and suddenly there was a little bit of redness.

There was a wind in the quiet courtyard for no reason, bypassing the ripples of the koi in the water, and bypassing the beams of the house that were glued with red lacquer and the scent of wood. Bypassing the long bells strung under the hexagonal pavilion, in the shadow of the overlapping rockery stones, a hazy figure was actually conjured.

The stratus clouds gradually dispersed, the clear moonlight outlined a cold face, the cold in the air was fresh, and he raised his head and took a greedy breath.

The wind in the courtyard was stronger, whimpering like a black cat calling for friends, looking at the layers of phantoms pouring out of the dark window, the figure behind the mountain rock sighed.

He jumped onto the eaves with agility, and the moment before he disappeared, the shoulder armor with the delicate face carved into the moonlight bloomed with a cold light.

On the second day after returning to Weiyang Tower, Chunqiu still did not wake up, he wandered in a dream of nothingness, with no end.

He saw the dew rolling down the leaves, heard the stream flowing into a mountain spring, felt the frost fall on his forehead, and he turned around and saw the scorched wood and corpses falling all over the mountains.

No one knew how long the fire had passed, the mist in the mountains had the smell of early morning earth, and he walked on the open road without a sound in his ears.

Scattered under the collapsed roof beams were charred black bodies, some of them were pressed by heavy objects, their curled bodies were no longer humanoid, and some were prostrate on the ground, their cheeks buried deep in the dirt did not know whether they were destroyed by panic or suffocation.

A kind of depression after the soul disappears, but Chunqiu can't remember where this is.

There was a small wriggling figure in the charred mound, and on the immature figure was the unrecognizable mother.

His mother, who guarded him tightly when death came, became a prison for life after the catastrophe.

The baby's chubby little hands, too weak to support life, struggled hard, trying to get a little thin oxygen from his already cold embrace.

He used his soft nails to pick up the charred hard clods little by little, and he was so patient that the mechanical repetition seemed particularly interesting to the eyes of children.

He threw the stone he had just dug up, but he couldn't do it once, and then he did it again, until the small piece of gravel finally hit the broken wood with a snap, and fell to the ground with a thud.

He let out a faint cheer, waving his arms in celebration, the scars on his palms exposed, and he watched as dark blood dripped down his elbows.

He leaned over and sniffed it, and it didn't seem to be anything special, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it, the bitter smell of rust making his little face wrinkle deeply.

But he was so hungry that he hesitated for a moment and then came back, this time as if he was used to the smell, the warm liquid soothing his parched lips, and the comfort and comfort made him giggle.

Chunqiu, who was watching everything from afar, suddenly understood that this was the day he met his master.

Sure enough, the figure in a long coat and falling from the sky picked up the child, and the well-behaved baby did not cry, but obediently opened his arms and hugged the neck of the visitor.

Chunqiu called for the name of the master and chased after him, but he was tripped by the broken wood under his feet.

The slender figure that seemed to be about to float away turned around, and in the clear light and shadow of rebirth after the catastrophe, he saw that the face that should have been the master had turned into a picturesque Chi Li.