On the day the red candle returned, the first fog of the autumn fell in Tianyu Town.

The summer flowers have not yet bloomed, but the petals have faded in color, bleak like the light film segments in a long memory.

The crape myrtle behind the yamen stretched out in the mist, in the night, the dense branches were like the sharp claws of ghosts poking out from the depths of the ground, the night watchmen who were on the watch prepared a cold cover, and the bluestone slabs soaked in water vapor became smoother and smoother, and they quietly listened to every inch of the pace from far to near.

The thin back just lifted the light mist, draped in a crimson gown, his hair was held in a high bun, and the mist dotted the corners of his lips without makeup, pale and lifeless.

She skillfully walked through the unlit alleys, without hesitation, this is a road that has been walked thousands of times, and has long been familiar with it, she has been around for a long time, and finally stopped in front of the small building.

The lights in the building have been extinguished, the red candle raised its head, and the gilded words on the plaque in front of the building were completely obliterated by the fog, and the three words Weiyang Building could be vaguely recognized in the haze.

There was a quick knock on the door, and the guy who was keeping vigil in the building had just laid down, and asked impatiently at the door, "Who?"

There was no answer, only a quick knock at the door, which became clearer in the silence of the night.

The man's heart was full of muttering, and while complaining, he turned over and got out of bed, and his feet were suddenly stirred by the cold ground, and he put on his clothes and asked, "Who is it?"

The knocking on the door finally stopped, and a girl's timid voice came from outside the door, "It's me." ”

The door was opened a crack, and Red Candle stood in the doorway, small candlelight lining her brow, and behind her was the eerily empty street.

There is no palm light in the vestibule, and only the general outline can be seen in the blurred light and shadow, neatly packed tables and chairs, four-fold screens, and a counter piled with miscellaneous items.

Red Candle's eyes looked a little confused, and the pictures in his memory were rapidly overlapping.

She remembered that there had been a small cubicle under the stairs on the left, which had been used alone to punish disobedient girls.

She remembered that the mothers-in-law in the building would check the rooms where there were no guests after the lights were turned off every day.

She thought of the pastries in the kitchen in the backyard and the bottomless lotus pond in the backyard.

Her expression changed slightly.

The man closed the door again, and asked him, "The girl wants to stay in the hotel, right?"

Red Candle didn't answer, she couldn't hear any sound, her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, the confusion in her eyes turned into deep panic, and with a scream, she rushed straight into the backyard and jumped into the lotus pond with a "bang".

There was a huge splash on the calm water, Xie Yi suddenly sat up from the bed, the candles in Weiyang Tower lit up in turn, and the man's exclamation pierced the mist, "Come on!

Red Candle had a long dream.

In the dream, she returned to the beginning of her life, she walked on the road with no end in sight, begging for food in a bustling restaurant, staying under the eaves around the corner, she couldn't see what kind of face the good man who gave him a bowl of noodles that day, she couldn't hear the angry scolding of the street vendors, what kind of words were full of them.

She walked aimlessly, seeing the long mountain flowers blooming all over the mountains, and watching the frost and snow covering the sky and the earth.

She had been to many, many places, and she thought she would go this way to meet death.

In the light and shadow, I saw a fierce face, chapped lips one by one, and I didn't know what to say.

She remembered that this year's harvest in the town was not good, and the food she begged for could no longer suppress the cramping pain in her stomach, so she chose a busy pastry shop, and when the fluffy steamed buns soothed the anxiety in her mouth, she was caught.

It was on this day that she was sold into Weiyang Building, when she was not yet ten years old. She turned back eagerly, her eyes widening to see the eyebrow that sold her, but the memory was like a window screen, letting her drift forward.

The fog in front of her was heavier, and the road under her feet gradually disappeared, and she saw the door in front of her slowly open, and the three words Weiyang Pavilion on the plaque flashed with golden light.

She stopped, and an unfamiliar figure dangled out of the door, the man was smiling and holding a small bamboo basket, covered under the white cloth of the bamboo basket, which was a rosin-scented pastry and a soft and glutinous ration.

The man beckoned at her, and Red Candle heard someone calling for herself, and screamed out her tears again and again.

She finally made up her mind, clutched the last half of the steamed bun in her hand, and rushed into the dazzling golden light.

The sound of water continues.