Dongfu led the cold ice and walked through one grid after another, and in each grid, there were two jade carvings, lifelike and colorful. The female statues are all delicate and beautiful like flowers, but the male statues have different postures, all kinds of colors, some are elegant and elegant, some are strong and vigorous, some are still weak crown years, and some have long hair fluttering, Dongfu and Han Bing worship one-on-one, roughly counting, there are more than 40 stone grids. When he came to the last room, the cold ice fell to his knees, and without squeaking, his eyes were red, and tears flowed quietly. Dongfu was next to her, after worshipping, he helped her up with his hand, hugged her, wiped away the tears on his face carefully, and didn't say anything on his lips, but he knew in his heart that if he wanted to come to this pair, he must be the master of cold ice. Although he has passed away, he is always the deepest feeling, and it is inevitable that he will be sad.

Han Bing sat down on the stone pier next to him, lowered his head and whispered, "Master, I'm fine now, if you have a spirit in the sky, you can rest assured." As he spoke, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Dongfu gently patted Han Bing's shoulder and back to comfort, and then looked up at the two statues. My heart was slightly stunned. This female statue, between her eyebrows, is a little like ice. A pair of beautiful eyes look ahead, the waves are flowing, there seems to be infinite melancholy and frustration, the willow eyebrows are deeply locked, the cherry lips are closed, sad and sorrowful, and there is endless lovesickness and sorrow. The male statue next to him was dressed in fluttering clothes, but his head was not carved in detail, just a few scribbles, as if a brief outline was carved. This pair of statues, on the contrary, is incompatible with the affection and love carved by other statues, and the mood of mutual affection. A man and a woman, the woman was immersed in her own worries, the male figure was vague, the figure was thin, and the two looked to one side, like two strangers standing on the riverbank thinking about their own thoughts.

Han Bing saw Dongfu's doubts and sighed softly. Dongfu heard clearly, turned around and held Han Bing's hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Bing leaned his head slightly on Dongfu's shoulder, looked at the statue of the master, and smiled faintly: "After all, the master can't forget the person who bears her, when the statue is carved, tears ripple while carving, carved many times, each moment one, it is not smooth, so it is broken and re-engraved, so it is knocked twenty or thirty, that is, carved to the end, and it is not carved satisfied, when he is on the sickbed, he simply does not carve the male statue, he smashes his previous portrait, re-carves it carefully, and carves the heartache and sorrow of a lifetime into this stone statue." ”

Dongfu silently looked at the statue full of sorrow in front of him, thinking about the woman in white back then, thinking bitterly in his heart, but he couldn't take half a step away from the ice cave, and that resentment was not something that this sad statue could carve out. When a knife is carved one by one, what kind of helpless and sad mood is it? Isn't that one broken statue one by one a broken hope one after another?

"Let's go, let's go carve a birdcage." Cold Ice stood up.

Dong Fu followed silently. He was still shocked. In the ice cave, how many scenes of sadness and mystery have been staged? God has treated them very unfairly, why can't they enjoy the love and warmth of the world? If possible, let him change. Change all that. Put an end to such suffering.

Han Bing wholeheartedly turned over some large and small ice stones, found a piece of uniform shape, picked it up and weighed it, raised his head to look at Dongfu and smiled with satisfaction.

Dongfu is here, and his cold complexion is getting better little by little. Her skin was still so pale, but there was a faint flush on her face, Dongfu looked at her lips and white teeth, her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, and the room was full of light, and her heart was warm and indescribably loved.

"I'll get it for you." Dongfu took the square stone and held it to the toolbox like a treasure chest. Han Bing sat down, picked up the tools he had, and began to chisel. She took out a small bottle from the toolbox, there was a pale green liquid in the bottle, the cold ice made a mark on the ice stone, carefully poured the liquid into the stone mark, and then stretched out the knife into it, and the hard ice stone, like a soft piece of tofu, was lightly pulled out by the cold ice's slender hand. The outline of a pavilion-like birdcage has appeared.

Dongfu looked at it in surprise, took the bottle of green liquid and shook it, Han Bing smiled softly: "It's made after soaking it in water and hair, and when the ice stone is stained, it will become very soft." ”

No wonder the sculptural garments are carved so delicately and subtly, just like real silk fabrics. Dongfu put down the bottle and exclaimed sincerely: "Sure enough, it's one thing!" ”

Han Bing lowered her head and continued to trim carefully, Dongfu saw that she was very skillful in one knife after another, the stone knife flew up and down, and the stone chips flew everywhere like starlight, and couldn't help asking: "You usually are in the cave, do you like to carve these things very much?" ”

Han Bing glanced up at him and smiled slightly: "Since I was sensible, Master has taught me to carve these things." Everyone in the ice cave must be able to carve a portrait of themselves and their loved ones. I don't know if this is a rule set by Shi Taizu, but it has never changed for hundreds of years. She paused and said lightly: "If you don't even carve the image, I'm really afraid that you won't leave a little memory." ”

Not going to leave a little memory? Tobok looked at the statues on all sides. There were some questions that floated in his mind, but he was too embarrassed to ask.

"We didn't bring water, why don't we go eat and come back?" Han Bing looked at him and suddenly remembered, worried about whether he was hungry.

Dongfu carefully caught the stone chips that flew to the head of the ice, and smiled: "You are carving here, I will prepare some food, and then bring it over, so that after eating, the little birds can also live in a new home." ”

Seeing Han Bing's dexterous wrist, Dongfu estimated that in half an hour, this birdcage would definitely be carved. Han Bing nodded. Dongfu turned back familiarly, the rice was cooked a long time ago, slightly hot, steamed some cured meat on it, and filled a big bowl of water splashes, filled with water, Dongfu carried it with a rice basket, and walked back through the road.

Unexpectedly, Han Bing was much faster than he expected, and after such a come, the birdcage was ready. The fence is round and even, and there is a small swing-like shelf inside the birdcage, which allows the birds to stand on it, and two small stone cups are worn outside the cage, which is supposed to hold water and release bird food.

Han Bing saw him coming, put down the cage, swept the stone chips, and smiled: "Actually, you can all pass, it's hard for you to come over again." ”

The two of them ate in this stone room. Because there is no day or night, Dongfu does not eat regularly according to three meals a day, he eats when he is hungry and drinks when he is thirsty, as if he has returned to the very primitive days when there is no sun and moon to separate. The cold ice is even more, it seems that after eating a few splashes of water every day, you will never be hungry again. It's really like a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

Dongfu ate it, sat on the opposite side of the first stone grid, looked at Han Bing with his head down, carefully picked up some water splashes with stone chopsticks and put them into the small bowl in front of the bird cage, remembered that Han Bing said that these water flowers can keep out the cold after eating, so I want to feed these little birds more, and I don't have to hang next to the stone pillar in the future, and even let them fly freely in the cold ice cave, bringing some life to the cave. If you are really in the cave with the cold ice, you can live a carefree life like this, just like your father and mother were in Yuzhu Villa, which is also a beautiful thing. It's just that the hatred has not disappeared, the hatred has not ended, and now is not the time to calm down.

His eyes inadvertently glanced over the stone lattice, and the pair of stone statues should be the most delicate and moving of all the stone carvings. Dongfu suddenly saw that on the stone wall on the right side of the room, there was a faint beautiful splash.

Only where there is a door, there will be a splash. There's another door?