The lights in the south of the city are goose yellow like other old neighborhoods, and every year when the morning fog is in spring and autumn, these lights always have to be mixed with the fog, so that every lamp is stuffed with fog, and every drop of fog contains a little goose yellow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Silence filled everything in the south of the old city, except for the occasional night cry of a baby or the barking of a dog, and if the fog had risen, even the noise would have been swallowed up by the faint mist.

Just like last year or the year before last, this fog slowly surrounded from all sides, quietly and silently embraced the small city, until the mist filled every corner of the town, until the street lamp could no longer shine a vertical light, until the street lamp became a glowing grass in the dense fog, the bell guide will really appear.

"The End of the Sky - No Faith in the Homeland"

Sometimes there is such a silent and sad voice in the vast white fog on the Lingyin Road, which is not only like a lullaby, but also like a Huangmei opera, and even like chanting.

"I have a bag to collect beautiful bones, and flowers and pillows cover up the burial of slaves." The voice is high-pitched but can be lowered, and the pain is reverent.

"Now that the flesh and bones are damaged, why are you stupid?" The strange singing voice slowly spread out in the thick fog, and it was extinguished for a long time.

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Silence, silent, I really don't know how long those three screams have stopped, I don't know if those three sounds are true, and I don't know who those three sounds are calling and asking.

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"The slave died and is now buried by the king, and I know when the slave will die?" Finally, a female voice came from the thick fog, over and over again, like a whisper in the ear as if it was heard out of the sky.

"The slave is now sleepy and the king is laughing at the idiot, who does he know when he buries the king?" With the singing, the fog as thick as Bai Ling, which made people unable to distinguish their five fingers, slowly dispersed, rising from the surface of the ground and drifting until the sky suddenly dissipated.

The moon is still the same, the lights are still the same, and the sky and the earth under the moon are clear. There is no wind and no clouds, and the world is stable.

There is no traffic on the road, but there is an extra team of festively dressed paper figures, a sedan chair, and three people.

"Ding ----"

"The road is at its end! Let's go! A teenager said, shaking a wind chime. Behind him, an old couple was busy setting up incense burners and candles, laying straw and sprinkling lime in the middle of the road.

The sedan chair was unmoved.

"Ding -----"

"The road is at its end!" The young man turned his back and stopped looking at the sedan chair and walked straight forward.

"The slave is sleepy and the gentleman is laughing and idiot, and he will be buried in the future, and he knows who it is" The person in the sedan chair sighed softly, and finally seemed to have compromised.

At that moment, those paper figures actually "came to life", really like the marrying team in the world, or lifted the sedan chair, or picked up the suona gong made of paper, "blowing, blowing, blowing", and for a while, the road was full of "rustling" sound between the friction of paper pieces.

Under the moonlight, the paper people seemed so cheerful and excited, but they were so silent and silent, it was difficult to see the slightest joy, and the whole team was silently and cheerful under the miserable bright moonlight.

After the boy stepped over the straw, his parents lit the straw on the left and right. The young man also took out the wind chime wine vessel and faced the west, rattling the bell with one hand to guide the way, and sacrificing wine with the other hand.

The bell urges the souls of the dead to return from the east, and the west illuminates the guiding light.

The iron rooster and vicious dog do not stand in the way, and Yu Lei Shen is protecting the left and right.

Open the door of the ghost heaven, and the wheel should return to find a place for itself.

After the toast, the young man sprinkled the white wine in the cup into the fire, and the fire also rose sharply under the help of the white wine.

At this time, the wind rose, the wind blew the paper pieces of hunting, and the welcoming team was more like being pushed to the fire by the north wind, many paper figures had been blown to the ground and the sedan chair was also blown off the ground, "jumping" straight to the fire.

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When the first paper figure was rolled down by the tongue of fire and turned into pieces of ashes, the fire also changed, and the orange-yellow fireworks soared into the sky under the strong blowing of the north wind, and the fierce and beating flames swept wantonly, swallowing and chewing the fire food in the world.

The boy had already stepped aside, burning paper money with his parents, and the three of them did not say a word, letting the karmic fire of hell pour out on the world, and the huge flames danced wildly over there, it tore the wind, tore the paper money, howled, and of course struggled.

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After the sweep, only a few fragments of ashes were left in the paper people, and only the sedan chair could not stay alone.

The grass is about to end, the wind is gradually subsiding, and the karmic fire that has not yet been able to survive will become more and more difficult to support, shrinking to the size of a bean, struggling on an unfinished straw.

The living people are still burning paper money, and they don't seem to know that the "door" is about to close, and the "guests" are not yet gone. Maybe they never cared, whether it was the fire or the sedan chair.

"Boom ......" There were bursts of crying in the sedan chair.

"The door is closed," the young man said to himself, the orange karmic fire still swaying.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable sound broke out from the fire, and with that anger, a chain grew wildly, and the bone chain made of finger bones, through wisps of green smoke, with endless anger, twisted towards the sedan chair, and the sound of piercing the air was amplified in the finger bones, and the screams of thousands of resentful spirits rolled together and pointed straight to the sky, whipping the heavens.

Only in an instant, the bone chain shattered the sedan chair, and the sedan chair was beaten into thousands of fragments, and there was no piece left, dragging the fragments into the faint light. In just an instant, the karmic fire also turned into a cloud of green smoke.

A rooster crowed from somewhere in the village, and the east was grayish and white, and many black shadows on the road receded in favor of a few human voices.

"Jian Xing, the fire is out, don't burn," the father slowly stood up and said.

"Oh, then I'll go back and get the broom" The son nodded, threw down the handful of yellow paper in his hand, tied up the ingot bag again, and got up to go home.

"It's been a night, hey, Jian Xing, bring some more bags to fill the ashes," the mother's voice was a little tired, but she still gently admonished her son.

"Oh, I see," the son said, "I'll go to the river and throw ashes in a while, and you can go back and rest."

Looking at their son's back, the old couple looked at each other and smiled, squatted down to clean up the debris on the ground.

"Oh, the chickens haven't crowed today," the father asked.

"Old fool! Didn't Xiufen's chickens crow just now? ”

The man was a little surprised: "Ah! Why is it so early in the morning today? ”

The woman was impatient: "It's getting harder and later every year, you didn't look at the clock there, we didn't go out at 4 o'clock?"

"......" The man listened, and suddenly looked at the paper ash in his hand and froze, and only sighed heavily after a long time, "There is no next year." ”