It's always raining these days.

Business on a rainy day is never good enough.

Sanwang held his chin, watched the rain eaves slide to the ground and the crystal water droplets, and thought to himself, I don't know if it is a great god in the sky, remembering the sad old things of the past years, from yesterday to today, I have been sleepless for a whole day and a night. In front of her was a book - "The Fantastic Journey of the Shepherd Boy". It took only a few pages to turn through in a whole day, some books had to be read slowly and repeatedly, and some of them she could see through decades of life and death with just one glance.

Fei Ge, the dog of the three forgets, was next to her, yawning boredly. It raised its eyelids to look at the world in the rain, it was foggy, and then closed its eyes and continued to nap, the appearance of eternal tranquility seemed to be both vicissitudes and calm.

No one came to the store for a day, not even ordinary people. Not a single flower was sold.

If business had been so quiet, how would she explain to the world the secrets it maintained?

This flower shop, called Sanwang, is the address chosen by the master six years ago, and it is located at Exit C of the Qinghu Metro.

Sanwang was very suspicious that the master's compass had miscalculated the position, and no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like a soul refuge entrance.

Every day before six o'clock, she stood at the door of the store and looked at the wooden faces, wearing a serious, depressed, frowning mask, chasing the first subway.

Until about eleven o'clock in the evening, there were still people coming out of the hole, dragging their tired bodies, or crying, or drunk, with their bodies full of unwillingness, hard work and fatigue slowly coming out.

Few people notice such an inconspicuous florist as Exit C. Sometimes, young couples in school uniforms come to the store to buy a rose, or a pot or two of tiny succulents.

Of course, there will be soulless guys who will run in, and as long as there is one such guy in a month, she can make an errand. So business here really can't be considered too good.

Sanwang counted the number of droplets, and suddenly saw Fei Ge suddenly raise his head, prick up his ears, his front paws stood up, and his ears moved alertly. She followed its reaction and looked towards the door. A crooked dusky shadow stumbled towards it, looking rather reckless. At this point in time, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. She straightened up, her right hand raised slightly, and a yellow candle on the flower candlestick sparked suddenly, swaying and struggling to light up the glimmer of guidance. This light is invisible to ordinary people.

Fei Ge quickly got up and ran to the door of the store. Sanwang slowly followed behind, quietly waiting.

Come to win souls, no, now it can only be called souls.

It was a man, who looked to be in his thirties, and he dragged a crippled leg towards the candlelight.

When it comes to these special customers, the florist looks like it's closed.

He was wearing food delivery clothes, and his body was stained with the oil of the food he had touched when he fell. When he stood in front of Sanwang, he clasped his hands and said a little apologetically: "I'm really in a hurry, and the guests will complain later." ”

Sanfu looked at him with a smile and blew lightly. His legs were straightened, the oil on his body was gone, and his hair was much more neat. It's like every morning, he stands in front of the mirror and keeps himself tidy and ready for work.

He bowed to her gratefully, tears glistening in his eyes: "Thank you for letting me walk decently." ”

Sanhan invited him into the house, and the small shop in every square inch became extremely spacious in the flickering candles, as if there was only one living room in the whole street. Antique furnishings, bluestone floor tiles, the glimmer of yellow candles spread all over the room, tea sets are placed on the lattice, there are blue and white porcelain bowls, Tang Sancai bottles, and jade glass pots.

Sanwang asked him while pouring Lu'an melon slices: "Are you from Anhui?"

He chose a hard sandalwood chair on the west side and sat down: "Yes, Lu'an people." ”

She brought the tea to him, "Drink it! ”

He held the tea, the familiar taste aroused more thoughts, and tears rolled into the tea soup: "I didn't expect to be able to drink the tea of my hometown." ”

He looked up at the mysterious guide and said, "I want to see my wife and Lao Nong." ”

It's not in accordance with the rules. Sanwang's eyes looked at him, his hand holding the bowl shook slightly, his lips opened slightly on the edge of the tea bowl, and his eyes were clearly reluctant. She looked at her left hand, it was the aurora of the world, the path to the world, and the golden light of the land of bliss could purify the souls of the dead.

Rules are dead, but people are alive. Sanwang sighed and nodded at Fei Ge, but the dog who got the order still glanced at the man uneasily, and then slowly walked out.

It has to look at the wind, after all, this matter cannot be known to the master.

Sanwang poured a drop of water from the glass pot in the palm of his left hand, and the golden light supported the water droplets and sprinkled them on the ground, and an image appeared in the water stains on that side.

A vertical fan shakes a mosquito net. In the tent, a woman patted her daughter in her arms and hummed a nursery rhyme softly.

"Good old man, good girl.

Sleep sweetly, sleep soundly.

......”

The man knelt on the ground and tried to touch the woman and the child with his hands, and as soon as he touched the water, the image was gone. He covered his face, tears falling down his fingers, blending into the water stains on the ground, unable to distinguish each other.

Sanwang sat in his chair and looked at him silently. In 498 years, she had seen this kind of parting many times, and the greatest pain was not death, but the courage of the living to still face and move forward.

He cried for a long time and finally stood up. Sitting across from me, he wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, nodded slightly to apologize, and then said to his guide with a solemn expression: "I haven't delivered the guest's meal yet." ”

With peace in his eyes, Sanwang said to him, "It's okay. ”

Holding back his tears, he spoke anxiously again: "The car driver is not wrong, it is me who is wrong, and I rushed to the red light in a hurry." After speaking, he lowered his head again, "I must have frightened him and failed to apologize to him." ”

Sanwang shook his head slightly and said, "It's okay, he is frightened now, he never thought that he would kill someone, but this incident will bring him benefits in the future." He will drive more carefully, and will tell the people around him to cross the road carefully, because his caution and advice have saved many people in the future. ”

He was a little surprised and said, "Is it? Is it really because of this incident that more people will be avoided in the future?"

Sanwang nodded, she could not see all the things in the future, but she firmly believed that the driver would indeed be more careful at a certain moment because of this accident, and all the current fruits would have a little bit of the past.

He finally smiled and didn't hesitate, picking up the teacup and drinking it down.

Phineas walked in, and it seemed that someone was approaching.

He stood up and bowed to Sanli: "Thank you!" There were no tears on his face, and with goodbye to the past, he walked into Tang Sancai's vase.

The yellow candle was extinguished.

The door opened, a gust of wind blew, and there was a chill on Sanwang's face.

She opened her notebook and picked up a pen with her left hand to record that Li Changping, a native of Lu'an, Anhui Province, 32 years old, died in a traffic accident at 21:47 on April 1, 2017. Those words circled around Tang Sancai's vase like a golden seal, flew into the mouth of the bottle, sealed the temporarily resting souls, and waited for the master to come and take away these temporarily helpless souls.

Someone walked in, and Fei Ge barked twice.

It was a policeman, and as he walked, he took off his gloves and said, "When did this become a flower shop?"

Sanwang closed the notebook, covered it with the book on the table, and replied softly: "It changed six years ago." ”

He stood under the lamp in the center of the flower shop, slightly curled the corners of his mouth and explained: "This used to be a dessert shop, I thought it was still there." ”

Sanwang didn't look up and answered lightly: "Fifty meters to the left next to it is the food city, and there should be a night snack now." ”

He sneered, and was about to turn around and go out, but turned back and said, "There was a traffic accident at the intersection in front, so you little girl should finish work early if you have nothing to do! With such a heavy rain, no one should come here." ”

Sanfu looked at his back, thinking about what kind of future such a person would have, driven by curiosity, he picked up his glasses, put them on but found nothing.

She couldn't even see his future!!!

What a strange person.

She sighed, took off her glasses, and thought to herself: It seems that her skills are not enough to see the future of all ordinary people!

Sanyu closed the book in hand, and the boy Santiago on the cover used the book as a pillow, and it seemed that he could only follow his example.

Santiago is a shepherd boy and a caretaker of a soul transit station.

It's just that Santiago can sell all his sheep, but Sangoo can't sell all his souls here.

Sanwang closed the door of the store, and Fei Ge followed my umbrella all the way, the rain was weak, and the drizzle was falling, like crying.

The traffic at the intersection going straight has passed, everything is back to normal, and the rain has washed away all the details as if there had never been an accident. The traffic lights lit up on time by second, and the people passing by were still at a loss.

Sanwang is used to seeing such a line between life and death, the left hand of the world, and the right hand of the underworld.

A red light sign is like a node in a person's itinerary, and there are some things that you should never touch and cross the line. Just like now, as a human being, she can only obediently stand at one end of the zebra crossing and wait for the green light to come on.

Every day is the same route, no different, in the small supermarket at the corner of the street and the last vegetables at the night market, the uncle who sells meat smiles and beckons to her, throwing her two bones and a piece of fresh pig heart and lungs. Fei Ge can be raised to have a shiny coat because of the charity of this kind person. The last handful of greens was carried by her, and not far away was her residence.

The street lights were dim, the drizzle was misty, and Fei Ge wagged his tail and followed the bag of bones. A gust of wind slipped past his arm for no apparent reason, and Sanwang subconsciously looked back, but there was no one in sight. With her tail erect and her ears beginning to drip like radar, she took a deep breath and thought that she had already gained something today, so let's let go of these scattered night spirits for the time being!

Fei Ge enjoyed tonight's dinner very much, the rain stopped, and looking out from the balcony on the nineteenth floor, the Longhua River was extremely enchanting in the night, and the colorful lights were blurred. On several fast lanes, there are passers-by who come and go. One is for the name, and the other is for the benefit. The lights stretched the night very long, and Sanfu was in the room where the lights were turned off, and in the boundless night, he drank a sip of yogurt in his hand, and Fei Ge screamed softly at his feet.

Life is so ordinary, Sanwang's eyes flashed Li Changping's face for a while, as well as the woman and their daughter. Spreading out his left hand, the golden light slowly stretched out across the room and slowly retracted into his palm. Spread out his right hand, the blue flame rose instantly, Fei Ge quickly raised his head to look at her, and saw her sitting there peacefully, it lay down quietly.

The wind blew, it was a little cool, she turned on the light, cleaned up the room, opened the book in her hand, and decided to read a little more today, whether the boy who herded the sheep would know the secret of the abandoned church.

Sometimes, forgetting is also the best consolation for the past.