This time, Ji Zhongyue did not continue to avoid it, but looked out the window and was stunned for a while.

After a long time, he pointed to the wine glass, "Qingyun, refill it for me." ”

Goo-dong, goo-dong, goo-dong.

After three cups in a row, Ji Zhongyue laughed drunkenly, "I'll tell you a story." ”

He didn't wait for Wang Xu to reply, his eyes were misty, and he said to himself.

Once upon a time, there was a scholar who was born in a small mountain villa, and the villagers in the mountain villa lived a dull life.

In this way, day after day, year after year, the scholar suddenly wanted to go to the outside world one day, but he was reluctant to let go of his childhood sweetheart, so he put it off again and again.

Later, as time passed, the scholar's thoughts faded, but one day, suddenly the woman disappeared, and the whole village was at a loss, as if everyone except him had forgotten about the woman.

The scholar was saddened, so he went out to study, step by step, talented, Zhongyuan, and finally entered the court as an official.

When he finally returned to his hometown, it was already the time when he was about to reach the third rank.

Ji Zhongyue smiled and asked, "Do you know what he saw?" ”

Wang Xu had many thoughts in his heart, but he still shook his head and signaled that he didn't know.

"You, you."

Ji Zhongyue shook his head, and he suddenly continued to speak with a heavy face: "The scholar saw himself. ”

It turned out that when the scholar re-entered the villa, he suddenly found that his horse and luggage had all disappeared.

As he walked towards his home in his memory, he suddenly noticed that there was something strange about the people around him, no matter how he greeted them, no one in the village responded, as if he didn't exist.

The scholar's heart tightened, and he hurriedly quickened his pace and ran towards home, but when he arrived at the door, he saw a person who made him unbelievable.

"That person is the scholar's childhood sweetheart."

Ji Zhongyue said lightly: "When the scholar was startled and wanted to grab her, he suddenly saw a figure that made him creepy, and that person was himself!" ”

Wang Xu's face also changed when he heard this, because he speculated that the scholar was Ji Zhongyue himself, and this story was obviously part of Ji Zhongyue's past.

Just as he was thinking, Ji Zhongyue continued to speak.

The scholar was stunned for a while, and he suddenly woke up at this time, he had been away from home for seven or eight years, why the people in the whole Zhuangzi had not changed at all, and the surrounding scenery was exactly the same as when he left home.

He wandered around the village, because no matter what he did, he couldn't make any difference to the village.

A day, a month, a year.

The scholar wandered around the door of his house like a lonely ghost, and he gradually discovered the strangeness of the village, which had been in a cycle, one cycle every month, and the key point of the reincarnation was the woman.

"The scholar is actually a little desperate and even numb, and he thinks that he is atoning for his sins."

Ji Zhongyue's tone became calmer and calmer, "Because he already knows how the woman disappeared." ”

Wang Xu had unconsciously put down the wine glass, and listened solemnly, he actually had a bad conjecture in his heart.

"That woman was wiped out by the scholar's parents, or the whole village."

Ji Zhongyue's voice trembled a little and said, "On the last night of every month, when the scholar was asleep, the entire village gathered at the woman's house, suffocated the woman and her family alive and buried them in the back mountain. ”

"As for why he did this, no one knows, neither does the scholar, he only knows, just when he was numb, the woman said something different, and then he fell unconscious in front of his eyes."

Ji Zhongyue calmed down and looked out the window, his eyes wandering, "A sentence that the scholar still can't forget, the woman looked at him and said faintly, 'Brother Lan, how good it would be if you didn't say that you wanted to go outside'."

Even now, this sentence still lingers in his mind from time to time. ”

He took a deep breath, "When the scholar woke up again, he found himself lying on a bed in a farmhouse, so skinny that he almost died.

The scholar later learned that the village where he was born had been destroyed by a sudden fire three years after he left home, leaving only ruins.

And he was found by the farmer on the mountain road outside the ruins. ”

Ji Zhongyue looked at Wang Xu's uncertain expression, and said with a wry smile: "Qingyun, are you thinking, after so many years, hasn't the scholar contacted his family once?" ”

He looked at the wine glass on the table and drank it all again, "How can there be no contact, almost every month, and there has not been a single break." And he treasured the faith of these eight years, and kept it in his home.

The handwriting and tone of each of them were exactly the same as those of his old father, and there was no difference, but when the scholar returned home overnight, the letters were gone, as if they had never appeared. ”

"There is only one letter left, an unopened letter."

Ji Zhongyue said this, his eyes were full of pain, "This letter was written by the scholar's childhood sweetheart, and it was full of deep affection and friendship for him, but in the end, it was two words, no pen, and the payment time was that night." ”

"Masterpiece ......"

He muttered to himself, and finally his body shook and fell on the table, and two words came out of his mouth softly, "Luan ......"

Wang Xu sighed after watching Ji Zhongyue get drunk.

He could guess what happened after this, Ji Zhongyue finally gave up the high-ranking official Yulu, but returned to Binyang, returned to Songshan College, chose to be a teacher, and married a lady from a scholarly family who knew how to learn, so that he lived a plain but real life to this day.

"Whew-"

Wang Xu exhaled deeply, he understood that Ji Zhongyue had good intentions, and was willing to tear open the wound in his heart to admonish him, as a mortal, how to do it.

He glanced at the mundane scene and the fishing songs and dances downstairs, and suddenly felt a sense of estrangement, as if he did not belong to this world.

Wang Xu picked up a glass of wine, looked at the sword eyebrows in the water, suddenly smiled slightly, and drank it all.

If the protagonist of the story was him, he would never choose to do that, but thoroughly investigate the facts, not for anyone, but to give himself a relief in his heart.

And the reason he dared to do this was that he had something different from the scholar, a real thing, that is-

Strength!!!