In August of the sixteenth year of Hongzhi of the Ming Dynasty, Ulzhou City, Datong Prefecture, Shanxi.

In the early morning, the mist on the streets of Ulju is steaming, the roof tiles are covered with frost, and the late autumn in Ulju in August has already shown signs of the coming winter, and the people of Ulju who get up early have put on thick jackets, shrunk their heads, and started a busy day with hot air in their mouths.

In an ordinary house in the alley of the small stone bridge in the west of the city, there are three blue brick houses with a small courtyard, and in the cold air, there is a mournful cry from the house.

There were several white candles lit in the hall, and a bamboo bed was placed horizontally, on which lay a fifteen or sixteen-year-old emaciated boy, and next to the bamboo bed, a woman in her thirties was crying hoarsely, and several women around her were wiping tears and persuading.

"People can't be resurrected after death, the lady of the Song family, the festival mourns and changes, this child is not blessed, and he can't force it."

"Yes, it's better to quickly ask someone to prepare the coffin and set up a hall, if there are not enough people, call my big cow to help, his brother and son have a good relationship on weekdays, and they can be regarded as friends."

"I still have to inform the people of the Song Mansion, after all, ...... After all, it's the bloodline of the Song family, and they can't stand by and watch, right? ”

Everyone tried to persuade them to come up with ideas, but the woman at the bedside was just crying mournfully, and she was on the verge of collapse.

"Hey, the lady of the Song family can't make up her mind anymore, Xiaoping, your wife is too sad, it's better for you to come out and talk about these things, tsk, how did the poor mother and son end up in today's field."

A woman in a blue cloth skirt turned her head from tears and said to a little maid who was kneeling in front of the bed and crying and burning paper money in a brazier.

The little maid had already wept into tears, nodded yes, straightened up and turned to walk, and suddenly she froze there as if she were enchanted, and her face was full of horror.

"Go quickly, what are you still doing?" The woman urged.

Li ...... Aunt Li, you ...... Look...... See...... There. The little girl's eyes widened, and she pointed to the corpse of the young man on the bamboo bed with her upper teeth and lower teeth.

Aunt Li looked suspiciously along the handmaid's hand, but she didn't see what was going on for a while, so she turned her head and said, "You Nizi, what is there to see." ”

"No, Aunt Li, just now I obviously saw the yellow paper on the young master's face move, young master...... The young master doesn't seem to be dead. The maidservant said with a trembling voice.

Aunt Li was startled, and hurriedly turned her head to stare carefully, but she didn't see anything unusual for a long time, and said with disgust in her mouth: "This Nizi, you must be dazzled, how can anyone still ...... if he dies Oh!!! ”

Aunt Li suddenly screamed before she finished speaking, and the people in the room were startled, and everyone looked over in horror, only to see Aunt Li covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide, and the other hand pointing to the young man's corpse and shouting, "Moved...... It's really moving, Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva compassion......"

Everyone was amazed, and they all gathered on the deceased, and the house was suddenly silent, and the white candle flashed twice, and suddenly everyone saw that half of the yellow paper covering the deceased's face was blown open, and then they heard the clucking sound of the deceased's throat, and suddenly the room was full of people as if they had exploded the pot, and someone screamed: "It's amazing, the corpse is being cheated, God, the corpse is cheated." ”

In addition to the lady of the Song family and the maidservant, the others suddenly shouted and fled in all directions, and the lady of the Song family rushed forward, lifted the yellow paper on the young man's face and cried: "My son, my mother knows that you are reluctant to die, you must be reluctant to let your mother, you don't hurt anyone, just take your mother away......"

The boy coughed in his throat, sat up suddenly, coughed up a mouthful of thick blood clots, and his eyes were already open, looking blankly at everything around him.

"Madam, madam, the young master doesn't seem to be dead, the young master doesn't seem to be dead." The maid saw the white breath exhaled from the young man's mouth, and said in a trembling voice.

The lady of the Song family was stunned, hugged the young man's body and cried with joy, shouting: "My son is really not dead, my son is still alive, God bless, the Bodhisattva has opened his eyes." ”

The maidservant Xiaoping shouted in surprise to the people who were probing their brains outside: "Aunts and aunts, don't be afraid, my young master is not dead at all, but his throat is blocked by a blood clot, and my young master is not dead......

Everyone slowly approached the letter suspiciously, and saw that the young man's face gradually turned from white to ruddy, and the white heat exhaled from his mouth, so they believed that the young man had come back from the dead, and they were all surprised and surrounded, and they talked endlessly.

The young man's face was confused, his eyes moved on the faces of everyone in front of him, and he said in a dumb voice: "I'm so cold!" His eyes rolled and he fainted again.

……

The lady of the Song family took most of the jewelry and valuable valuables, bought a lot of nourishing herbs and food, and slowly conditioned the young man according to Langzhong's instructions, and after a few days, the young man's body gradually recovered, and he could already sit in the courtyard in the sun with the support of the maidservant, but he didn't like to talk, and his eyes were always confused.

The afternoon sun shone warmly on his body, the young man was warm, the wild chrysanthemums in the corner of the yard were golden and brilliant, and bursts of fragrant fragrance came to his nose, all this was so real.

Although the young man didn't speak, the thoughts in his mind were boiling: live to see ghosts, live to see ghosts, is this a dream? But it's not like, obviously enjoying the vacation at the beach, just remember stepping on the surfboard to enjoy the thrill of surfing, a super big wave rushed, it was a row of big waves most suitable for surfing, I jumped up against the waves, my waist seemed to be hit by something and lost my balance and fell into the sea, followed by a heart-rending pain...... It seems to be a school of sharks. When I woke up later, I was lying in this strange place inexplicably.

This is not a dream, there is another person's memory in my mind clearly, my current name is Song Nan, he is a sixteen-year-old boy, when I look in the mirror in the morning, there is a young and emaciated strange face in the mirror, it seems that my soul is possessed by this young man named Song Nan, is this the legendary resurrection of the corpse? It's unbelievable.

The courtyard under the sun was quiet, the courtyard door 'Kara' sounded, and a stout young man wearing a bamboo hat walked in, his dark face was full of smiles, holding two fat fish in his hands, and he raised his hand and laughed loudly: "Brother Nan, I went to the Huhe River and touched two big carps to send to you, and I will ask Aunt Song to stew fresh fish soup for you to drink and replenish your body." ”

Without waiting for Song Nan to reply, he raised his voice and shouted into the inner room: "Aunt Song, Aunt Song, I have sent fish to Brother Nan." ”

The lady of the Song family, who was busy in the house, hurriedly walked out, patted the dust on her apron and said with a smile: "It's the big cow who is here, Xie Lu, thank you, take care of my family Song Nan so much." ”

Da Niu scratched his head and smiled: "What is this, Brother Nan and I are good brothers, this time the catastrophe will not die, and in the future, it will definitely soar to the glory of the ancestors." ”

The lady of the Song family smiled like a flower on her face, took the fish and said, "Don't leave later, the eldest lady stewed the fish soup, and you can also drink a bowl." ”

Da Niu agreed, took off the hat, reached out and took a simple small wooden stool and sat opposite Song Nan and said, "Brother Nan, how does your body feel?" ”

Song Nan smiled and said: "It's much better, thank you so much, for me so attentively, my mother said that running errands and grabbing medicine in the past few days has not bothered you." ”

Da Niu smiled innocently: "What do you say, you can save a small life, I am happier than anyone else, I Da Niu and you are brothers, you talk like this, you are outside." ”

Song Nan's memory has everything about this big cow, knowing that what he said is true, since he moved out of the North Street mansion to the humble house of Xiaoshiqiao five years ago, he has become neighbors with the Li family who lives next door, and the Li family has set up a small stall in the back street to sell some snacks and soup, and Li Da Niu is the son of the Li family.

"My little sister went to the mountain to collect medicine for you, she heard that people who have just recovered from a serious illness need to replenish their bodies, and they have no money to buy it, so they went up the mountain to try their luck and see if they can dig wild ginseng or He Shou Wu or something, Ha Luha, I don't have that patience, but I will catch fish." Da Niu laughed.

Song Nan's heart was warm, although he was confused and in a bad mood these days, the care that these people around him gave him was a ray of sunshine in this strange era, illuminating his misty heart, maybe he would never be able to go back to the era in which he lived, these people would be his partners on the road of life in the future.

The two chatted a few words, Da Niu said some interesting things on the street to Song Nan, Song Nan's heart was a lot more relaxed, and after a while, the maid Xiaoping came out with a big pot of hot fish soup and shouted: "The fish soup is ready, the two masters drink it while it's hot." ”

Da Niu hurriedly said: "Don't bother me, your young master is the master, my Da Niu is a mud leg, Xiaoping, if you call me that, I won't dare to come in the future." ”

Xiaoping pursed her lips and smiled, reached out and took the soup spoon to help the two of them each fill a large bowl of milky white fragrant fish soup, and handed it to the two of them.

Da Niu frowned, stretched out his chopsticks and put the fish in his bowl into Song Nan's bowl, tilted his neck and drank the dried fish soup in a sip, smacking his lips and saying, "Fragrant, fresh!" Aunt Song's craftsmanship is better than my mother, I don't know how many times. ”

Song Nan held the hot fish soup, and the mist in his eyes was steaming, gradually becoming moist.

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