Biluo Ancient Town, No. 37 Scissor Lane, Shen Ji Tailoring.
The wind that leaked into the room through the window cracks caused the hanging tungsten light bulbs to sway.
The agarwood sews the silver needle into the satin fabric, creating a graceful shadow.
She was sewing the collar, and the clothes were still on the other person's body.
The only sound in the room was the sound of needle and thread threading through cloth.
Without warning, the old man who was lying down suddenly sat up straight.
Chen Xiang was startled and took a breath of cold air.
She held the old man's shoulders and tried to make her lie down.
The old man ignored him, moved his legs to the edge of the bed, and got out of bed without putting on his shoes.
A gust of wind caused the tungsten filament bulb to shake violently, and the huge shadow caused by the agarwood made people dizzy.
In the room, there was only one shadow.
"Yueying!" Chenxiang stopped the old man and asked in a trembling voice, "Do you still feel pain?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xiangqing took two steps forward, stepped in front of the old man, stretched out his hand towards the old man's neck, and saw a slender, sharp silver needle stuck in the middle of the wrinkled skin of his neck.
With a steady hand, she quickly twisted the tail of the needle and pulled it out.
The old man's eyes were empty and unmoved, and there was a black sesame eye above his neck, with no trace of blood.
The older generation all say that when people are gone, you have to wear decent clothes so that you can go out.
Chen Xiangyin sewed clothes for her and sent her on her last journey, but unexpectedly, she actually got up her body.
"He——" A hoarse mumble came from Shen Yueying's throat.
The black and purple swollen feet dragged on the floor, making a thumping sound, and the rickety back walked all the way outside.
It's three o'clock in the morning. Biluo Ancient Town has been developed for tourism in the past two years. It's hard to say whether there will be tourists at night.
"Yueying, where are you going?" Chen Xiangyin hurriedly caught up with her and pulled her arm.
With a 'click' sound, Shen Yueying's arms hung weakly on her shoulders, shaking and shaking. Shen Yueying's bones were so old that they were brittle.
Naturally, if you die of old age and your soul does not go to report below, you will either have grievances or still have wishes.
I can't stop her, I can only follow her to see what she's going to do?
Chen Xiang followed closely and walked through the alley.
I heard the voices of men and women in the distance, and my heart tightened.
He quickly passed Shen Yueying and blocked the entrance of the alley, just in time to bump into someone coming.
"This road is blocked. You can go through the alley next to it."
The man smelled of alcohol and could not stand still. He raised his chin and pointed at Chenxiang: "You, you can't make sense if you can't explain it? Beauty, why don't you go home and be a roadblock here in the middle of the night?"
The girl next to her in a sequined miniskirt looked like she had just grown up, with heavy makeup on her face. "Forget it, brother, we can go around, it's not far."
The man opened the girl's hand with force and pushed her again: "Who in Biluo Ancient Town doesn't know that my brother Wang knows everything?"
He turned around with a scoundrel look on his face and hooked his hands: "Come on, beauty, tell me why this road is blocked? I have been in charge of this ancient town for six years, why didn't I know that this road is blocked?"
Agarwood frowned and raised her hand to cover the bottom of her nose to block the stench.
In the past, she would definitely teach this kind of person a lesson, but not today.
He moved his ears, and the sound of Shen Yueying's feet rubbing against the bluestone was getting closer and closer.
"Come here." Chen Xiangyin said calmly.
The man was very interested, "Huh? Could it be that you admire me and strike up a conversation here specifically?"
He bent down, thinking he was very handsome, and walked in front of Chen Xiangyin, "Girl, you don't need to resort to tricks with your beauty, just..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiangyin raised his hand and slashed at the back of the man's neck. The man fell to the ground and fainted.
When the little girl next to her saw this scene, she immediately covered her mouth and wanted to scream.
"Don't scream." Chen Xiang predicted with a cold voice, forcing the girl to choke the scream in her throat.
"You can leave now." Seeing the girl's hesitation, Chen Xiangyin added, "If you don't leave, I will chop you up too."
The girl was wearing high heels and ran away without looking back.
She hadn't run very far when a chill ran down Agarwood's back and the hair on her hair stood up.
Looking back, it was Shen Yueying's deathly gray face.
Shen Yueying's shoulder was hit hard and she continued to follow, all the way to Yanxing Lake.
Shen Yueying quickened her pace and walked straight towards the lake.
Chen Xiang rushed forward with a lunge, reached around the back of her head and pulled off a piece of hair, pulled her wrist and wrapped it around her!
The water is yin, and there is an underground river at the bottom of Yanxing Lake, which is a place for the corpses of evil spirits.
Does she want to become a ghost? How much hatred? Why did she do what she did!
Chen Xiangyin's hair was like a strong rope, exuding a faint purple halo, wrapped around Shen Yueying's wrist.
"He——" Shen Yueying was like an unenlightened beast, just struggling forward stiffly.
"Yueying!" Chen Xiangyin shouted, "Tell me! What else do you wish for? I will definitely help you achieve it!"
Shen Yueying seemed to understand, turning her head one by one, making a dry and indistinguishable sound in her throat, "You...accompany...me..."
Agarwood made my scalp tingle, and it was strange and distressing to see what my closest relative in the past looked like now!
During the silent confrontation, Shen Yueying suddenly glanced behind Chen Xiang.
Looking along her line of sight, Chen Xiangyin could only see a tuft of grass being blown by the wind.
Anyone?
Looking back, Shen Yueying was gone.
"I...accompany you?" Chen Xiangyin murmured and repeated, empty-handedly holding a piece of hair in his hand.
What should I do with you? Will I die with you?
Shen Yueying died at the age of 90, which is already considered a joy and mourning. Why is there so much resentment?
Back to Shen Ji Tailoring.
The double wooden doors were wide open. Looking to the other side, Shen Yueying slumped on a chair.
In the room filled with the air of death, Shen Yueying's face covered with corpse spots hung down, her skin and flesh were sagging, and the tungsten light bulb began to flash.
She pulled up another chair and sat down close to Shen Yueying.
"We two, let's have a nice chat today. Let's talk about what I want to do with you."
The rapidly flashing tungsten light finally went out with a 'bang' sound.
The room was so dark that there was only the faint moonlight. Chen Xiangyin closed her eyes lightly and quickly adapted to the darkness. When she opened her eyes, Shen Yueying suddenly raised her face, "He——!"
Chen Xiangyin was surprisingly calm when facing the dead man's face so close to him, but then his eyes became moist again.
After a moment of silence, Chen Xiangyin murmured: "You blame me, right?"
"Hah! - Hah! -" Shen Yueying's throat made an extremely miserable sound, which made Chen Xiangyin feel heartbroken.
"You can blame me, why don't you let yourself go?" Chen Xiangyin's voice was very soft and he spoke very slowly. This calmness was incompatible with the current situation.
"Okay, I'll die with you." When Chen Xiangyin said this, his tone was extremely ethereal and calm, as if he was announcing a small matter.
She picked up a pair of polished scissors from the tailor's table next to her. The cold and extremely sharp scissors tip pressed against her wrist, pressing a small dent.
"If this will help you get rid of your resentment."
The tip of the scissors pierced the thin skin on the inside of the wrist, causing a sharp pain.
"Hiss--" With a soft sound, bright red blood emerged from the wound and flowed down the cold white arm.
Chen Xiangyin continued to push hard and opened the wound. The pain made his teeth chatter, and more and more blood came out.
"I do owe you, but I can't help it. Yueying, go and be reincarnated. In your next life, find a good family."
Shen Yueying's tilted head suddenly raised. She was very angry, and her dark gray wrinkled face was twisted into a terrifying look.
"Isn't this enough?" She said without hesitation, she pulled out the scissors from her wrist and stabbed into the heart without hesitation!
"Tuk Tuk Tuk!!" An urgent knock on the door interrupted Chen Xiangyin's movements.
She looked out the door, "Who?"
"You can't do it, right?" A cold voice came from outside the door.
The next second, the wooden door opened slightly, and the cold night air formed into mist, breaking into the room first. Standing outside the door was a pale young man. He glanced at the statue of the door god posted on the door, bowed, and did not come in.
"Don't commit suicide. If you commit suicide, I'll break my leg if I run away. How about you accumulate some virtue?" The man spoke with Senhan's Beijing accent, glanced at Shen Yueying, squinted his eyes, paused for a long time, and then said: "She called you , have a meal with her."
Just a meal? Chen Xiang loosened his grip on the scissors and looked at Shen Yueying.
"Uh-" Shen Yueying's gray eyes were fixed on Chen Xiangyin, but her voice was much softer.
Chen Xiangyin whispered: "I told you earlier." She casually pulled over a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around the wound on her wrist.
The man shook his head and sighed, turning to leave.
"Stay here and have a bowl of noodles before you leave." Chen Xiangyin's voice had a breathy tone to her voice, and her pronunciation was very special. Men had never heard anyone speak like her. It sounded nice.
It's not impossible to stay for a while on a dark night.
Chen Xiangyin caught a glimpse of him bowing to the door god statue again and stepping into the door.
Then he saw Shen Yueying staring at the man and shrinking her neck.
"What are you afraid of? I'm not here to catch you." The man said, casually finding a carved wooden chair and sitting down.
Chen Xiangyin wrapped her wrists, took out a chopstick, tied her long hair behind her head with one hand, and started boiling water.
"What's your name?" Chen Xiang kneaded the dough in the basin with one hand. The injured hand supported the basin, and the blood reflected the shape visibly.
"Ah Pong." The man played with the silver needle on the table boredly.
"Don't move." Chen Xiang said in a bad tone.
"Last time I saw you, you were very enthusiastic." Ah Bang curled his lips and put down the silver needle, looking at Chen Xiangyin's figure.
Chen Xiang let out a breath of laughter and glanced at Shen Yueying.
Ah Pong turned to look at Shen Yueying again, pursed his lips tightly, and saw something, but didn't say anything.
The aroma of ripe wheat filled the room, and the steaming smoke from fireworks also made the room warmer.
Three bowls of plain noodles were served, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.
Chen Xiangyin pushed the bowl towards Shen Yueying again, "Do you really just want to have a meal together?"
Shen Yueying's teeth had almost fallen out, her jaw slowly dropped to an exaggerated degree, and she opened her mouth wide.
Ah Pong may have thought that this scene was really off-putting, so he picked up the noodle bowl and carried it halfway with his body, ignoring others, and began to tremble first.
He ate the noodles loudly. The noodles were chewy and chewy. The simple plain noodles had an extraordinary taste. He ate the noodles with a slurp and drank the soup. It warmed his throat all the way to his stomach and made him feel at ease.
Chen Xiangyin picked up the noodles and threw them into Shen Yueying's mouth. This scene seemed familiar.
A long time ago, when she was a child, she also needed to be fed noodles like this.
"I'm sorry, I've wanted to come back and see you several times."
With noodles in hand, Chenxiang quoted one confession after another.
It seemed that Shen Yueying really just wanted to have a meal with her. After decades of lack of family ties, he never came back to see Shen Yueying once, thinking that she would blame him and hate himself for not providing her with the care of her until she died. Just refused to leave.
After feeding a bowl of noodles, Shen Yueying lowered her head. Just when Chen Xiang thought that she was really gone, she slowly raised her arm and pointed to the empty corner.
What did she want to say? Chen Xiangyin looked at Ah Bang and asked silently.
"I don't know everything." Abong shrugged.
Chen Xiangyin looked at the corner, "Why isn't she reincarnated?"
"It's so easy to be reincarnated if you die unexpectedly."
There was a thunder on the ground, Agarwood's head exploded, and Shen Yueying died unexpectedly?
She is just an ordinary old tailor in an ordinary town! Didn't she die? An unexpected death? ?
"What did you say?!" Chen Xiangyin grabbed A Bong who had just stood up.
Ah Pong turned around and said meaningfully: "I said she was killed by someone. She died, was not, died." After saying that, he shook off Chen Xiangyin's hand.
Chen Xiang staggered and looked at Shen Yueying. The beautiful and tender memories of the past rushed into her heart, and her heart was pinched hard.
Ah Pong never meddles in other people's business, and it is rare for him to say so much.
Chen Xiangyin didn't ask any questions and watched him leave. His eyes became scarier and tears silently fell from his eyes.
Her Yueying was the last person in this world who still loved and cared about her.
Was she killed?
"By the way, are you getting old? Your ears are so bad." Abong pointed at his ears outside the door, and then disappeared into the night.
Chen Xiangyin immediately cheered up and pricked up his ears.
Beyond the boiling pot and crackling firewood, outside the window, there seemed to be a heart beating violently.
Chenxiang looked out the window with piercing eyes. Someone was outside.
