Leng Qi has been at home for more than half a month.

Whenever the spring rain continues, Leng Qi will always pull Luo Li, stroll along the rain path, and look at this familiar and unfamiliar village in the depths of his memory.

Leng Qi pointed to a small river and said to Luo Li, this is where the master met him back then......

also talked about Li Guangcai back then......

and the bad old man who sold sesame oil back then......

Luo Li's eyes were bent into crescent moons, and his pretty face was satisfied, and he listened attentively.

No one knows how obsessive such days are......

April 5, 1987, Qingming Festival.

When the sky was still gray, Leng Qi carried the bamboo basket to the field, and in the wheat field, Liu Yuanqing's grave, which was neither low nor short, was well cared for.

For some reason, Leng Qi was very calm this time.

He would always think of the very familiar voice he heard in the old forest that day for no reason......

The rain is as thin as a cow's hair, hitting the face, and it is faintly cool.

Leng Qi lit a cigarette, knocked on the cold stone tablet, and said to himself casually:

"Old man, you can't live in peace even if you're dead, why did you get involved with the black and white devil without even saying hello?"

Saying that, Leng Qi's eyes were a little unclear, he slowly stood up, gently touched the surface of the stele, and his voice was astringent: "Wait, I'll be over soon......"

It had been raining for so long, but it had barely made the path a little damp.

There was no phone at home, so Leng Qi had to go to the only store in the village.

It was the third master who started to answer the phone, and then Li Mengkai snatched the phone, and his voice was very impatient: "Old Seven, Wei Wei ...... him"

Leng Qi frowned: "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on...... The first snow of the winter of the year ......"

Leng Qi forgot how he hung up the phone, and even how he said goodbye to his family......

He had mixed feelings.

Leng Qi's more emotions for Wei Wei may come from the memory of Qiye.

But no matter where he came from, to this day, he can't be relieved.

When he returned to the shop, Leng Qi realized,

Wei Wei's situation was much more serious than he thought.

Leng Qi never thought that in less than a month, a person could age so much, and even Leng Qi was a little unrecognizable.

The person who was handsome before he left is like a middle-aged man who has experienced the vicissitudes of time at this moment.

The vicissitudes on Wei Wei's face are so heavy, as if he has been carved on his face one by one......

The room was depressing.

Everyone bowed their heads and was silent.

Wei Wei squeezed out a smile and said, "Don't be like this...... I, I've lived for a long time...... As it should be, I won't blame anyone anymore! Leng Qi, I know, you did your best! Thank you! ”

"Life?"

Leng Qi's eyes suddenly turned red, gritted his teeth, and looked at the gloomy sky outside the door, with a strong hatred that could not be dissolved for the first time: "Why should we be like this?" ”

That night, Li Mengkai left in a hurry, and he didn't know where he went.

A few days later, when Li Mengkai came back, he was carrying a big backpack, which contained all kinds of things, medicinal herbs, jade, and so on......

Leng Qi and Yuan Zhenzi were outside the shop, exhausted, and set up a large array, hoping to avoid the heavenly opportunity.

Li Mengkai boiled decoction medicine every day, old ginseng, and gave it to Wei Wei.

Liuqing, who had been in retreat for seven days of meditation, chanted sutras by Wei Wei's side every morning and evening, hoping to eliminate Wei Wei's cause and effect to some extent.

When Leng Qi and the others were silently doing all this, Wei Wei's heart was inexplicably touched, and the loneliness that accompanied him for thousands of years in the depths of his heart seemed to begin to fade at this moment......

But all of this seems to be a futile struggle......

In May, Wei Wei's hair turned gray.

In June, Wei Wei's face began to lose its luster, and the blood color was fading little by little.

In July, Wei Wei's face was withered and his complexion was yellow.

In August, palpitating age spots finally inevitably appeared on the back of Wei Wei's hand...... The shadow of the young handsome man who used to be can no longer be seen......

In September, Wei Wei's wrinkled face struggled to move, his dark yellow eyes looked at Luo Li, who was holding a decoction beside him, and he muttered for a long time before he asked a few words vaguely: "Xiaoli...... Is it snowing......"

Luo Li whimpered, biting his lip tightly, tears falling down his chin and falling to the floor, and he refused to shake his head......

Wei Wei's withered eyes were once again dim......

Damn God, he always likes to play tricks on people like this, and Lao Linzi's first snow of the year refuses to fall......

It was about October 87 that a pirated disc that came from Hong Kong in private was suddenly blown into the sky by dealers in the streets and alleys.

That pirated disc was called A Chinese Ghost Story.

Monk Liuqing was very greedy, and he muttered all day long: "My master said that he had watched the last movie starring that actress, and she looked good......"

At the same time, at the beginning of October this year, Bai Chengyu, who was far away in Changsha, fell into an unprecedented panic!

People say they are pregnant for ten months, but ......

The older mother-in-law said to him worriedly: "Although you can't be in a hurry, more days and fewer days are always unavoidable, but if it takes a long time, I'm afraid that something will go wrong......

This made Bai Chengyu's sense of panic heavier and heavier, and the uneasiness in his heart kept him awake all night.

One night in mid-October, Bai Chengyu stood in the courtyard with his hands in his hands, looking at the blood that was almost turning into substance hovering in the sky at night, and his knuckles suddenly turned white.

The door opened, and the woman with a big belly walked out against the wall.

Bai Chengyu stepped forward in a panic and hugged him: "It's cold outside, how many times have you said it, don't come out, it's not good to see the wind!" ”

The woman smiled and looked at the night above, and said blankly: "I don't know what is beautiful in this sky, so you can't see enough when you stand in the yard every day......"

Bai Chengyu's heart suddenly tightened, urging the woman to enter the house.

The moment I went out, something seemed to crack open in the yard and make a slight clicking sound.

Bai Chengyu's face turned pale, and he staggered to the corner of the yard, brushed aside the soil, and the peach wood token inside was broken......

Bai Chengyu ran to the four corners of the courtyard like crazy, and all of them were broken......

In an instant, a cold sweat suddenly swept Bai Chengyu's whole body, and fear swept over him like water.

The piercing ghost laughter exploded in Bai Chengyu's ears, venting monstrous resentment.

Bai Chengyu's eyes widened, and his eyes were bloodshot like spider webs: "If you dare to touch my wife and children, I Bai Chengyu can't wait until I die, and after death, I will turn into a ghost king, and let you wait for eternal torture...... Make this oath today! ”

The overwhelming blood that swept towards the roof, as Bai Chengyu's words fell, he suddenly hesitated, and the roar of dissatisfaction in the sky made Bai Chengyu almost collapse.

Bai Chengyu staggered into the house in despair, hugged the woman on the bed and cried helplessly......