When I saw it, my eyes suddenly froze, as if I had seen the earrings on the masked man, and it felt very strange, as if I had seen it there, but I couldn't remember what it was for a while.

What is that strange feeling, I can't say it myself, it's like...... It's as if something special is shining under a mask.

It was as if something that should have been hidden had suddenly been discovered, like a star in the night.

Maybe that's what Ham felt when he found the earrings, strange, yet fascinating, as if he could find something very strange in them.

And those undiscovered parts have become a gap in the darkness, a kind of black hole-like attraction, which makes it difficult for people to come back to their senses.

"Hello? What happened to you! The other party was uncomfortable with me and greeted me, and then I reacted and immediately smiled awkwardly.

But I recalled that I had just seen a few circles of bright white light, which seemed to be a texture entrenched on my neck, reflecting a strange light under the refraction of the light.

The other party wrapped his collar and finally asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

Retracting my gaze from the silver-white light, I suddenly asked, "Is the necklace on your neck?" ”

But as soon as the words came out, I suddenly paused, I obviously didn't want to ask that! But when I reacted, it was over.

The other party hesitated for a moment, suddenly shook his head, but said a word of disagreement, "When I came, someone told me that luck was around the corner, but when I walked over, it seemed to have met bad luck, double!" ”

After saying that, the man turned around and left, and I was stunned in place, hesitating, not knowing what he meant by this, but when I asked again, the other party had already gone away.

I was confused by his sudden words, and I didn't know the identity of this person or the purpose of coming here.

But in retrospect, the necklace was a little strange, but the thought of it made me feel uneasy, and at the end of the day, rubbing my temples, I remembered the man's words.

He was dressed very gregariously, perhaps because of the new patriarch's succession, he came back.

Shaking his head, we should see you again if we have the chance.

As for the bad luck he said, it's hard to say if it's me, but if it's the two of them, standing in front of other people's graves in broad daylight and arguing, it's really interesting.

However, at such a distance, and the wind around me, I couldn't hear what they were arguing about.

But if you try to get closer, you feel that you will be discovered, so instead of being so careful, it is better to wait for your work and go directly to them and ask them for clarification.

As for whether it will be said, it depends on the situation.

Subsequently, I put this idea into action, but the result was not optimistic, it was really like what the man just said, what I met around the corner was not luck, but bad luck!

It was a bit of a bad thing, because I had a strong feeling that they were hiding it from me, and it was a very blunt concealment, and I asked both of them separately why, but neither answered.

I'm starting to regret my thoughts, if only I could keep eavesdropping, but unfortunately I can't.

But then you also have to take into account the possible consequences, if they find out, it will be even more embarrassing.

Thinking about it, I smiled helplessly, but speaking of which, I can't let them tell me everything, because I also have to hide it from them.

Neither of the three of us spoke, but I looked forward and could see the hills and hills nearby, and the valleys in the distance.

The scenery isn't too complicated and spectacular, but it's reassuring, and you don't have to worry about what will happen if you jump from here.

I turned around and walked over, but I saw the two tombstones they were standing on, one belonged to Elder Yin Dao's father, and the other belonged to Elder Song.

Is it because of these two people?

I looked at it a few times, and I felt that in this quiet, there seemed to be a faint mixture of depression and some regrets.

It seems that the living person has done something wrong, and feels remorse for something that cannot be remedied, but that remorse seems to have transcended the control of time.

It seems that it only happened a few minutes ago, but because of such a short period of time, what has happened cannot be changed.

It is precisely because of this gap in heart that people feel broken, make people hate this time, hate everything that cannot be changed......

I looked left and right a few times, trying to persuade them, but when I opened my mouth, I didn't know who to convince, as if both of them were in this situation, and they were trying their best to suppress their emotions.

I've seen their argument just now, so I feel like I'm going to do something to ease the atmosphere with the silence now.

Maybe I should leave and let them continue?

Maybe I should say something to distract them, it might be better.

Finally, I withdrew my gaze from them, organized my words, coughed lightly, and was about to say a few words of encouragement, but I saw Baizhou suddenly stretch out his hand to Daoist Yin, "It's over, let's all go back!" ”

The other party also looked at it, and in his eyes, it seemed that he had mixed feelings, and finally made a sentence, "Time has passed, we should all learn to face a new self!" ”

In this regard, I immediately pressed back the words I was about to blurt out, only laughed a few times, and then grabbed one with one hand and echoed, "That's it!" Life is still a long way, we can't stop in the past for things that don't have ifs, we have to look forward, every day the sun is a new beginning! ”

Neither of them spoke, just walked back quietly, towards the lively village, as if the fish were back in the water, everyone chose a direction, and we waved goodbye.

Baizhou's absent-minded appearance made people very worried, but fortunately, he quickly adjusted his state.

At this time, the clan had both great gains and great calamities, but the wind and rain had passed, and all that was left was a rainbow.

Except for the ceremonial activities of the new patriarch that I missed, the rest of the past few days have basically been all kinds of various and most interesting performances.

Back in the crowd, Baizhou also said that this was to pick me up from the wind and wash the dust, wishing me a great injury and recovery, and also thanked me for my help, but I was set up by several people under the big stage of thousands of people, I was really a little dizzy, and when I looked around, there were all kinds of people around.

But most of the people were engrossed in watching the play on the stage, but I was always distracted, looking for the traces of Baizhou, and found him in the front row.

I didn't want to watch the play, I observed the scale of this open-air theater, at a glance, the area is really not small, dozens of meters long, all the way down, the position of this row, not a hundred but also ninety.

This site is the largest place in the whole village, and when I came here, I didn't see exactly what position it was, but when I sat on the seat and looked left and right, I realized that this area was located in the northeast corner of the village.

It is surrounded by a red brick wall, and when you look out of the wall, you can see a large forest, and when you look into the woods, you can even see a small stream running through the forest.

My gaze is like a bird flying around, provoking the eyes of those who are attentive to the play, but I have never been able to settle down, listening to the rhyming tone, I feel that I can't adapt to it anyway, as if I am using a cage to lock up my consciousness, and I really can't focus on those contents?

It's not that the culture is bad, it's just that it may not match my personality, what I like seems to be impossible to fix, but the ones on the stage are completely fixed and can't be changed, even if the people involved work hard to make the characters vivid, they can't integrate them into my own subjective thinking, and I can't make me believe that the characters on the stage have independent personalities and are not controlled by the plot

Maybe it's because I didn't have much contact with it when I was a kid, so I feel jerky, but if I had to pick something out of it, I still like the fight scenes.

It may also have something to do with the current cultural trend, these things that are too slow, have gradually declined, but they will definitely not die, because it is only a temporary silence.

Perhaps there is another form that can replace it, and that is integration, where the story can be changed by other forms, and the same, a certain cultural activity can also be reasonably changed, and then reshaped and brought into people's field of vision.

Maybe it shouldn't be tied down, and that's what I see, of course, because as far as I know, they're still very conservative.

When the things we are familiar with are also imprisoned, its growth will also go to a bottleneck period, only by breaking through with all our might, in order to reach a new field, or it is possible to stagnate, until the next generation of inheritors appear, add a new blood, so that the old dragon clock things, get fresh vitality.

Sitting in the audience, I was drowsy. After a few glances left and right, it felt as if the people on the stage were performing mechanically, and I yawned a few times in a row, and was about to leave, when I suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar face.