Su Changqing held a copy of "Basic Theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine", sat on the chair, and looked at it intently, these words surrounded him like streamers, and then, these words the size of black ants were recorded in his mind one by one.

"Yin and Yang are the basic categories of ancient Chinese philosophy. Qi is one thing and two bodies, which is divided into yin and yang. Yin and Yang is the attribute of the unity of opposites that Qi itself has, containing the meaning of unity of opposites, the so-called 'Yin and Yang, divided into two' ("Yin and Yang"). ”

Su Changqing put down the book and rubbed his forehead a little dizzy.

He had been reading this book for almost a few hours, but the more he read it, the more confused he became, and although he remembered a lot, it was as if he had not remembered anything, and his head was empty.

Shaking his head, Su Changqing looked up at the wooden roof, his eyes were a little confused, and on the high platform not far from him, a middle-aged man in an antique blue robe was telling a story in a colorful voice.

"Legend has it that on the coast of the East China Sea, there is a fisherman named Wusan......"

The storyteller surnamed Liu tells the story, starting from "legend", which is very regular, and at the end, he "snapped" the wooden table with a waking wood, which means that the story is over.

The stories he tells are novel and interesting, and his voice is particularly magnetic and beautiful, so everyone in the audience listens to it with relish.

"Eh, did you hear that?"

While some listened attentively, most were buzzing around and talking.

At this time, the people at the table closest to Su Changqing were chattering, because this place was quite noisy, so in order to hear each other's voices, their own volume was also very loud.

"What did you hear?" asked a middle-aged man with a long face, smiling.

"I heard that the Li family, who had just returned from the big city, was going to build a house at the entrance of the village. ”

The entrance of the village refers to the village around the lake above, and there are not many young people in this village, most of them are old.

The long-faced man gnawed on the melon seeds, and sneered, "Isn't there a tree at the head of the village?"

"Yes, yes, yes, but I heard that it was going to be cut. ”

"Then those old men in the village will let him cut it?" the long-faced middle-aged man sneered.

"What's this. The corner of the man's mouth twitched, "There's nothing that money can't do now." ”

He gulped down a cup of tea and said a little slurred, "A thousand dollars per person would be fine." ”

The long-faced one licked his lips, a little envious, "Why haven't I encountered such a good thing." ”

Then, a few people started giggling and talking about other things.

The ancient tree at the head of the village, Su Changqing knows, I heard that this tree is still quite old, it is estimated that it has a history of several hundred years, according to him, this is to cut down the tree, it is better to protect this tree and make a small attraction of the farmhouse, just ...... Although this idea is good, but it doesn't work, after all, there are no historical relics or anything in this small village, except for some people who will go to the lake village to stay and fish, it is estimated that no one will travel here, although the farmhouse is done, but who will publicize it?

Therefore, for the Li family, who wanted to build a house here, this tree was of no use at all, but it was still an obstacle.

This is just a trivial matter for Su Changqing, after hearing about it, maybe after a while, he will forget it.

He took a sip of his tea, lowered his head, and his rough fingers slowly rubbed the white pages.

......

*

I don't know why today, it will soon get dark, originally at this time, there is still the sunset hanging above, but now, it is only the moonlight pouring on the streets.

Su Changqing held a flashlight in his hand, rode a tricycle, and headed towards the mountainside.

On the way home, we have to pass through Huanhu Village.

It was a little cold, and the wind blew across his cheeks, and it was frighteningly cold. He exhaled softly, and the white vapor drifted through the air, revealing a strange appearance.

As he rode on, he suddenly remembered the tree that those who had heard and heard at noon.

When he went to look for Wang Pingzhao before, he once saw the tree at the entrance of the village, it was leafy, the trunk was straight, and when the wind blew, the golden sunlight shone brightly, and the leaves were swaying, as if shaking his heart.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, Su Changqing inexplicably wanted to look at it again.

Perhaps, today they have not been cut down?

His feet trembled slightly because of the cold, and Su Changqing slowly rode the tricycle for a while before coming to the entrance of the village.

Sure enough, the tree has not yet been cut down.

Su Changqing rubbed his reddened hands, got off the tricycle, and walked slowly to the tree.

It was already night, and the moonlight shone coldly on its body, as if it had stood here with it for a long, long time.

Su Changqing looked at this tree, and suddenly remembered the past, when he was still a child, early in the morning.

......

It seemed to be foggy that day, and the fog was like smoke that surrounded every mountain here.

His eyes, behind him, there was such a veil everywhere that shrouded him.

He sat on the big banyan tree in the courtyard and looked around.

The big banyan tree is already very big, I don't know how many years, I just remember that it is very high.

And his favorite thing to do is to climb this tall tree and watch the sunset.

At that time, the sunset was like the only light in the fog, emitting a bright light in the fog, soft but not dazzling. The orange-red light, as if it was about to enter his eyes, occupied all the colors in his eyes.

Looking at the sunset, looking at the mountains, he always felt that then he could see the whole world, a world that belonged to him.

......

Hooking the corners of his mouth stupidly, Su Changqing looked at the ancient tree in front of him, and the light in his eyes became softer and softer.

It's just that......

Maybe he'll be gone tomorrow......

Unconsciously, Su Changqing had already regarded this tree as a living being.

But what can he do?

Touching his rough bark, he sighed softly, his eyes a little confused.

Let's go back.

Su Changqing took one last look at the big tree that was silent in the night, and finally left here.

Exhaling in the cold wind, he wrapped the scarf around his neck and buried his face in the scarf before walking towards the tricycle with his head down.

What he didn't see was that the moment he turned around and left, under the cold moonlight, a gust of yin wind blew for no reason, and this yin qi rushed directly towards the ancient tree, blowing the branches and leaves on the tree swaying and rattling, and the shadows of the trees on the ground were mottled, and with the shaking of the branches and leaves, there was a clear ghost of the forest, with teeth and claws.