The first rays of sunlight in the early morning violently tore through the thin paper window and stabbed Li Jingliu's eyes mercilessly, so he woke up and saw that the room was full of red light, and the tables, chairs, washstands, and beds were all dyed a warm color by the sun, just like the fur of a small beast. Li Jingliu looked at the little beast that rolled out of bed to avoid the sun and was still snoring, before he walked to the washstand, the water sent by Xiao Er was still steaming, and the white cotton towel had the aroma of honey locusts, he washed his face, and decided to take a bath, and after he was completely awake, he found that it was already noon.

The woodcarving standing by the window seemed to be alive again, and his eyes were smart, which made Li Jingliu a little reluctant to sell it.

However, if you are reluctant, you are really no money, Li Jingliu plans to sell the woodcarvings in her hand and the gold and silver jewelry dug out of the grave, and take the little beast to continue to travel around with nowhere to go in exchange for a few travel expenses.

Passing through the stairs, the proprietress was no longer on the counter, presumably waiting all night, now let's rest. During the day, it seems that the business in this store is indeed good. The residential stores that come and go to eat and drink already account for two-thirds of the shop, but it is still far from the business of the golden shopkeeper Yun Mengze, Li Jingliu thought secretly.

As soon as I got downstairs, Xiao Er greeted me: "Guest officer, I didn't give you breakfast when I saw that you were still asleep in the morning, what do you want to eat now? The chef in our store is the best in Yancheng!"

"That's a must, but I'm a little short of money, can I tell me the market in Yancheng first, where is the pawnshop?"

"The guest officer is not busy, have lunch first and then go, I will write you a route address, and you can find it yourself." ”

'What a difference...... Li Jingliu looked at the service attitude of others, changed the gold shopkeeper's house, no money, hehe, where are you going to stay cool, I really don't know why so many people love to patronize the gold shopkeeper business. ’

"Then just serve two meat dishes, a plate of greens, and half a bucket of rice. Sent upstairs. ”

"Half a bucket, can't the guest officer finish it?"

Li Jingliu thought about the appearance of the little beast, and said firmly: "After eating, it may not be enough." ”

At this time, I saw a young man coming in at the door, his identity was really hard to judge, he said that he was a brother, the pair of straw sandals on his feet were a little ruined image, he said that he was a martial artist, how could a martial artist walk unsteadily, look at the gait more like wearing a woman's three-inch golden lotus, and his steps were a little unsteady, and the cultivators were even more unlike, the general practitioners were all vulgar, well, that is, fake Qinggao, in order to show that their vulgarity did not mix up the appearance of a worldly master, and they were not even willing to come out of the door.

is such an inexplicable person, after shaking into the store, kicked over a stool, strode onto the table, looked around the store, and looked at Li Jingliu's eyes when he looked at him, Li Jingliu only felt that things were not good, and subconsciously wanted to go back to the room, but he was still a step too slow, the man was a vicious dog robbing, so he threw himself in front of Li Jingliu, raised his teary eyes, and shouted affectionately: "Dad, the child is not filial, you can go back with me!"

Li Jingliu was stunned, this person drank too much......

The surrounding onlookers were stunned for a while, did they drink too much? The second reaction, there was a lively look, and then he coaxed: "Little brother, I can't see it, my son is so old!"

"That son, hurry up and coax your father back, what does the old man's lonely inn look like!"

As soon as he heard the coaxing of the people around him, the son was even more excited, and pulled Li Jingliu's pants straight, pleading with emotion: "Dad! the child is not filial, he really shouldn't take your three rooms, no, no, my son's three mothers are angry, you go back with your son, and my son will come to the door to kowtow to my three mothers and admit his mistake." ”

My name is Luo Jingchuan.

Identity, those gold-rimmed glasses who wear white robes and speak all day long call me mentally ill, and even if I want a pen, they have to send a nurse with five big and three thick to watch for a long time. Do you think there is still trust between people!?

However, I guess my definition of myself is accurate and precise, that I am a person who walks through illusions, an elegant dreamer.

At this point, I paused, glanced at the circle of patients around me, they stared at me with wide eyes and extremely serious, I nodded with satisfaction, and then said: Now, you must not think where I am.

1

I saw a wilderness, with no one around, no sound or light, and the only thing that guided me was my intuition. My intuition told me to go forward boldly and shout out when I was in danger, and anyway, the caregiver was guarding the door, slapping me up, and there was no threat.

As I walked forward, I saw a crumbling dwelling, spiders coming and going from time to time among the broken bricks, sparse grass hanging low, and moss growing at the foot of the low wall. Well, this kind of place is not scientific if there are no dead people, just thinking about it, a skeleton appeared in front of him, and the tattered clothes that have been corroded by time and decaying corpse water look like the style of the Republic of China.

At this moment, a pair of cold hands came up from behind, and before they touched my skin, I already felt the biting cold.

"Childe, why are you here?" the cold female voice sounded behind herself.

"Isn't it the Republic of China?" I slapped off the paws on my shoulders and sighed that my observation had declined again.

"Hee-hee~ Childe, what are you talking about...... Hey, don't go, Childe!" The female behind me, who didn't know if it was a human or a ghost, walked forward without looking back, and took out the posture of setting up a stall to sell goods, trying to keep customers.

Oh, how could I possibly stay for you?

Walking forward, through the decaying and dry land, over the ragged corpses, I walked through the cracks of time like a wandering spirit, feeling the rise and fall of the world a little bit in the silent movie-like set.

The ghost cry of defeat also came at this time. Do you know why he is called a ghost crying? No matter how awesome a musician is, he can't cry a duet by himself, right? Listen closely, it's quite rhythmic, oh, and it's a tune.

"Don't force it all the time in your life, alas......"

"Eighteen years of dreams, alas......"

"My son, when will you return?"

I want to say that you are crying too out of tune, the front is still complaining and tactful, and the back is howling like a broken rooster, or you have to learn from those ghosts in the West, and create an atmosphere that is a must.

Just thinking about it, the scene in front of me changed, and instead of the desolate place, it was a deserted tomb. It is the kind that does not even have a tombstone, and the grass on the head of the grave is taller than a person, and there is a tree growing in front of the grave, and the bare branches are rushing towards the sky, although a leaf is not willing to grow, but there is some fruit that I don't know what it looks like, and when the wind blows, the fruit of the tree will flutter.

In the barren grass, I could barely see a man and a woman, the man was holding his head with his hands, squatting on the ground very decadently, and the woman was sitting on the grave bag in the posture of the old lady in northern Shaanxi, whimpering and crying, and every time she cried for a while, she let out a scream, as if she had to call her son back.

I stepped forward to remove the thatch, and the woman turned her face away from me. Looking at her face, I couldn't help but take a step back, not because of how terrible she looked, but because of ......

She has no facial features at all, and her smooth, flat and even slightly bulging face looks like an egg no matter how you look at it.

I was shocked, and when I looked at it again, the grave bag was gone, and the two wild ghosts did not know where they had gone. Only the tree was still standing there, and if you looked closely, it was not any fruit, but a pair of delicate and tender feet.