There was a layer of hazy mist in the forest, as if half-covered with white veil, and the moonlight seemed to have lost its brilliance, dimly illuminating the sky.

From a distance, a woman in a wedding dress held an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, accompanied by a scholar in white, as if she was sending the gentleman to the exam.

This white-clothed scholar was Ling Jiang, and even he didn't notice the shroud he was wearing, and he still became a white-clothed person at some point. According to Qinghe, this road is called Yinyang Road, and at the end of the road, you can see the flowers on the other side of the bridge.

This path is rarely walked by pedestrians, and if a person dies, the spirit will be guided by the yin and yang path to step into reincarnation. If the deceased has not fulfilled his wish and does not want to be reincarnated, he will wait for the yang world until one day he suddenly becomes enlightened, or he is found by the spirit crosser, and he is sent to reincarnation after fulfilling his wish. The so-called soul crossers are those who walk yin and yang, and there will be different titles in different places.

On the Yin and Yang Road, a person and a ghost walked very quietly, so quiet that it made people's scalp tingle. Especially after Ling Jiang put on the shroud, he always felt that he would hear some strange sounds in his ears, and his eyes seemed to be able to see some figures moving.

The green lotus next to him is quietly holding an oil-paper umbrella, quite a little bird.

This is very much like what is written on the calligraphy and painting: an oil-paper umbrella, thousands of miles to send you.

It's a pity, but it's the other way around.

"Childe. Qinghe walked and suddenly asked softly: "Do you know how to read "Pipa Xing"? It is the poem written by the Xiangshan monk. ”

"To remember some. Ling Jiang thought for a moment and nodded.

Qinghe bit her red lip slightly, and asked with a hint of expectation, "Can you read it to me?"

Ling Jiang didn't dare to ask more, and read according to the original text in the book: "Xunyang Jiangtou sends off guests at night, and the maple leaves and flowers are ...... in autumn."

Ling Jiang only felt that there was a lot of meaning between the words, and after reading it for the first time, he copied and wrote it all night, so it is still fresh in his memory. Ling Jiang read very slowly, and Qinghe was also very intoxicated by listening.

Under the mist, the figures of the two were half hidden, and the sound of the poems recited by the young man slowly echoed in private, soft and gentle, but meaningful, but it was a pity that there was a lack of rain, a trace of the slight coolness of the spring breeze and drizzle, and I always felt that it was not very set off.

"I said that I was a woman in the capital, and my family lived under the toad tomb......" When Ling Jiang read most of it, there was a faint sobbing sound around him, although the voice was very quiet, but it was extremely miserable and sad, as if only people who had experienced life and death could cry like this, it was a melancholy that could not be regretted.

"The same is the end of the world, why should we know each other when we meet......"

"Enough! Enough! Don't read it anymore......" The sobbing voice turned into a loud cry, Qinghe threw the oil-paper umbrella aside, squatted down on the spot and buried his little face in his clothes and cried.

Ling Jiang didn't dare to speak out on the side, but his heart trembled. It was only because when Fang Cai Qinghe yelled at him, the delicate face on his face suddenly turned into a heavy and dead state, and at the same time, an invisible killing intent also spread in his heart, Ling Jiang knew that Qing He had already moved his murderous intent.

If he hadn't looked like a scholar at the moment, he might have died.

"Ten years, I have waited for him for ten years!" Qinghe cried and said, "In the past ten years, I have never forgotten that day before getting off the boat on the willow bank, he personally told me that after he went to Chang'an to gain fame, he would come back to marry me." Since then, I have been looking forward to it day and night, and waiting for his return on the familiar willow bank. Do you know what the willows have grown in ten years? The people on the boat are no longer the people they used to be, and whenever they wake up in the middle of the night, their pillows are cold and soaked. ”

Ling Jiang listened to Qinghe's complaints, although he could imagine how she had spent the past ten years, he couldn't understand the kind of confusion, loss and worry.

Qinghe continued: "Do you know how many times in the past ten years, the threshold of the house has been stepped on? The door of the boudoir has been knocked loose, and I know that I can no longer wait for him, just like the willow on the shore, I can no longer wait for the spring breeze on that day of that year. He may have died, or he may have married and had children in Chang'an, forgetting that there is such a stupid face waiting for him in another country. ”

Qinghe raised her head suddenly, although it was no longer the dead scene, her face was still a little more gloomy, she smiled, "I remember the first time I met him, I heard him reciting this pipa line, the same is the end of the world, why should we have met each other......"

Qinghe's voice gradually stopped, and Ling Jiang knew that it was another story.

The yin wind blew from all directions, drying the tears that didn't exist in the first place, but still left two tear stains hanging in the corners of Qinghe's eyes.

Qinghe slowly stood up, his slender hand gently picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and continued to prop it on top of the two of them, "I'm sorry, Qinghe didn't hold back for a while, which frightened Childe." ”

"It's fine. Ling Jiang shook his head and said.

"Let's get on our way. Qinghe glanced at the dark road ahead, "A short distance further is the underworld, Gongzi can send Qinghe this journey, Qinghe has no regrets, if there is a fate in the next life, there will be a spring to repay Gongzi's kindness." ”

Ling Jiang wanted to say that he didn't have to be polite, but he always felt that it would be very disappointing to say this, so he still held back.

The two walked forward for a while, and Ling Jiang really felt a little cold, the closer he got to the underworld, the more cold it became, which he had already experienced in Pinghai Town.

"Childe, Qinghe has another request. Qinghe said suddenly.

Ling Jiang replied, "But it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

"There is a letter he left before leaving, Qinghe wanted to ask Gongzi to leave the Yin Yang Road, and burned it in the direction of my grave, so as to express his thoughts. Qinghe said, handing a crumpled letter to Ling Jiang.

He took the letter, glanced at it roughly, and expressed the scholar's self-blame and apology to the woman throughout, so that she could go back to marry with peace of mind, just because she already had a sweetheart outside.

Qinghe naturally noticed that Ling Jiang was reading this letter, and he didn't urge it, quietly waiting for him to read it, and then said: "Men's mouths, deceitful ghosts, you men like to use gorgeous lies to deceive the hearts of women in the world. ”

"You already have a marriage contract?" Ling Jiang asked suspiciously.

"Half a month ago, that night, on the night of my wedding, I changed into a wedding dress in my room, only to hear someone walking sneakily in the courtyard, so I curiously pushed the door to take a look. Qinghe never dreamed that he would come back, and it was a coincidence, just one step earlier. Qinghe laughed at herself.

"Childe, you know what. Qinghe asked himself and replied: "I haven't returned for ten years, he didn't even say a word of apology, and the first sentence he came up was to ask me if I wanted to get married, you don't know how ridiculous he was when he said this." ”

"How did you answer him?" Ling Jiang asked.

"I said, I can't wait for you, so I won't wait. Qinghe laughed at herself, "Actually, I don't want to get married, but my brother and parents are persecuted in every way, I'm a weak woman, what can I do? If he could have appeared earlier, it would have been a day or two earlier! I knew that he had no me in his heart for a long time, but I still stupidly listened to his proposal and eloped overnight. ”

"Did your family find you?" Ling Jiang asked.

"Naturally, no. Qinghe shook his head, "He and I neither took a boat nor a carriage, but just brought an oil-paper umbrella and hurried on the road with a few entanglements." He once told me that he was going to take me to Chang'an, and I thought it was like that. As a result, after I went on the road, I learned that he had not been admitted to the fame at all, and he had been wandering outside and came back to see me without face. But I don't care! As long as I can be accompanied by him, where in this world is not Chang'an?"

Seven days later, he was gone. Qinghe smirked, "Only this letter remains, and his mouth full of lies remains in my mind, lingering." ”

Ling Jiang lowered his head and read the letter left by the scholar, and suddenly asked softly, "Do you regret it?"

"What do you regret?" Qinghe asked with a smile, "Do you regret eloping, or do you regret hanging?" It is said that we ghosts are the most taboo when others talk about death, Childe, in fact, you don't have to hide it, just say it directly, I, Qinghe, am not so weak. Do you know who I'm going to marry? The second young master of the Wang family, a famous foolish young master in the town. I'm over 30 years old, and if I don't marry again, I'll die alone. Fortunately, the years have not passed, and the Wang family has some money, so the two families hit it off. ”

Qinghe then said, "I don't blame him, I really don't blame him. Even if he takes me to meet his so-called sweetheart, even if he tells me that he already has a wife and children, I don't blame him, because my heart can't tolerate others anymore. He can't get famous, farming is, if there is no land to be successful, he can always get food and clothing for a big family. I don't even care about this, why did he leave? If it weren't for me in his heart, why would he leave? After ten years of hard work, I finally saw each other, and he left like this, where is his conscience? I thought that when I died, I would be able to dream of him day and night, but later I learned that the things in the book were all lies, and that you were the ones who wrote the books, and that the words that were spoken or written were all fake. ”

Qinghe's words are very plain, after all, she has died, and she has no attachment to this world, and her only regret has disappeared not long ago. In fact, she could have entered reincarnation alone a long time ago, but her heart was too soft. Until he met Dabai, it was just to find an excuse for himself.

"Miss Qinghe, do you know a lot of words?" Ling Jiang asked with a sad look on his face as he looked at Qinghe.

Qinghe said: "He is a scholar, I often accompany him, and naturally I can recognize some words, but there is no mistake in reading this letter." ”

"What if he has something unspeakable?" Ling Jiang then asked.

"Unspeakable?" Qinghe sneered, "What unspeakable can he hide, he is all downtrodden, and what else dare not be said? If so, he is not worthy of being a man! Could it be that if there is an unspeakable secret, he can walk away?"

Ling Jiang spread out the letter in his hand and said seriously: "On this letter, the whole seven characters are not written in today's Great Zhou script, this text is from Daliang. The Great Liang is the former dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the interval between the two dynasties is not far, and the text has not changed much, but there are still some slight gaps. ”

"Which seven words?" Qinghe's eyes widened and he couldn't wait to ask.

Ling Jiang bent down to pick up a branch and carefully circled the seven words on the letter with scratches.

The most important thing is that the world can't stay.

Qinghe whispered these seven words, and unconsciously a drop of ice tears fell from the corner of his eye, and the ghost would not shed tears, and he didn't know whether it was tears or dew.

"The most important thing is that you can't stay in the world, is this your unspeakable secret?" Qinghe muttered in a low voice, and she glanced back at the dark and dark reincarnation path.

Only with a gust of spring breeze blowing, an oil-paper umbrella quietly rolled to the ground.

Ling Jiang pinched the letter in his hand and looked at the empty forest path, looking a little desolate.

The spring breeze is warm, and the people who listen to the story are still there, but the people who write the story can only leave this feeling in the spring forever.