Qin Xian followed Old Man Ge through the deep mountain forest. The light was dim, and the air was gradually filled with a fragrant and moist smell.
Suddenly the front suddenly opens up, and a flower garden comes into view. There are countless all kinds of exotic flowers, and the fragrance comes from here.
My mother would be very happy if she saw her, Qin Xian thought to herself.
In the middle of the flower garden is a thatched house, which may have been damaged by the autumn wind and has holes all over it.
There is a stone table and a few stone benches, barely enough. At least it looks like the table can hold objects and the benches can seat people.
In fact, it is just one big stone and several small stones.
What shocked Qin Xian the most was the pile of paper figures like a hill in front of the hut.
The old man sat on the stone bench and motioned for Qin Xian to sit down.
Qin Xian was not picky, regardless of whether there was dirt on the stone bench, so she found a nearby stone to sit down on, and put her old coat and oranges on the stone table.
The old man picked up an orange without peeling it. He bit into it and the juice splashed everywhere.
This eating scene was really not very good-looking. The old man ate an orange in three mouthfuls, burped, and wiped his mouth with his hand.
Although his voice was hoarse, he said sternly: "Are you going to help that beast pick off the vines?"
"Well, the mountain god is kind to me." Qin Xian nodded.
The old man smiled with his mouth open, twitching like an old bellows.
"Why is grandpa laughing?" Qin Xian asked cautiously.
"He is kind to you. Do you like the kindness he gives you?" the old man said coldly.
Qin Xian didn't understand why the old man suddenly acted like this. He said, "You saved my life twice, so of course I like it."
"Save you? You were not sick when you were four years old. It was his wandering evil energy that escaped from the stone wall and attached itself to you. Although it was only one ten thousandth of the evil energy, you, a baby, could not bear it. In order to continue to possess you, it cut off more than half of it. Just after you passed the gate of hell, your temperament changed drastically and you became extremely naughty. Your maid was unfilial and it was also due to it. So, is it still kind to you? "The old man said sarcastically.
Qin Xian froze on the spot, clasping her clothes tightly with her hands, and said in disbelief: "How did Grandpa Ge know?"
"When you went to Ding Mountain a few years ago, he was the one who led you here. He wanted to release more demonic energy to possess you, but he still didn't get what he wanted. You fell into the ice cave and lost most of the newly possessed demonic energy. , Humph, otherwise your body, as thin as a chicken, can withstand an ice cave? Can you fight unstoppable for these years? Now you are the benefactor of Yaoxie, and you want to help him break the seal. How ridiculous!" The old man said and waved his hand. He stood up, picked up the bucket, took the wooden spoon, and went to the flower garden to water the flowers, leaving the young man sitting alone.
The silence of the mountain forest at this moment is like silent ridicule.
A gust of wind came, causing the flowers in the flowerbed to sway.
Just like the young man's mood at the moment.
ridiculous? How ridiculous.
His intuition told him that the old man was telling the truth.
Because as the old man said, everything makes sense. After he was four years old, his temperament changed drastically. He wandered around the countryside. He had a grudge against his mother and turned against her. Even when his mother died, he did not go to bury her with filial piety, but instead paid homage to her. When he stirred up trouble and killed people, his memory of these years was even more blurry, as if he was looking through another person's boyhood.
After thinking about this clearly, the young man did not cry hysterically or regret like others, nor did he immediately rush to the stone wall to ask for details. Instead, he just clasped the corners of his clothes tightly with his hands and did not let go until his palms were soaked with sweat.
calm.
Qin Xian asked the old man who was watering the flower garden: "Grandpa Ge, do I still have the evil spirit now?"
"No, Zhang Xiaozi will drink it for you." The old man replied without looking back.
Then he turned around and said to Qin Xian angrily: "Didn't you feel it yourself? Why did you ask me?"
"Confirm." Qin Xian said thoughtfully.
That day, after my husband told me about what happened to my mother, I not only did not regret and failed to honor my mother, but also talked nonsense. I was awakened by my husband's words and felt like I was reborn. This was the reason why I felt that I had been cursed before.
Now it seems that the young Taoist was right. He was indeed possessed not by evil spells, but by evil spirits.
"Originally, it's your own life, but I'm an old man and I don't owe you any favors. You have such a good heart, so I just want to give you a few words. Although you are now famous all over the world, this evil beast is different. If you don't pay attention, You have really become the chief culprit, not only you, but also everyone related to you will be unable to recover!"
The old man looked at Qin Xian and said something.
Qin Xian stood up and bowed deeply to the old man, saying, "Thank you grandpa for reminding me, Qin Xian is awake."
Qin Xian said goodbye and left.
The old man looked at Qin Xian's back. She was teased by an evildoer, but she was still so calm. His temperament was very rare. He murmured: "Hongdou baby, this child is like you alone. He likes to hold it in."
Suddenly she called to Qin Xian who was leaving: "Wait!"
Qin Xian turned around and said, "Grandpa Ge, do you have any other instructions?"
"If you can find a fresh willow stick for me, I will give you something that may be helpful to you." After saying this, the old man seemed to have let go of a big stone in his heart, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
He knew in his heart that this was by no means the best strategy. There were no willows in Zuzhou, and even some dying old men in the village had never heard of willows.
But in order to prevent myself from making mistakes, and to make up for the regrets of the past.
Then give it a try.
Just like this young man, at this moment, he actually has the intention to completely get rid of the monkeys in the stone wall, but apart from knowing the basic Yu Steps, he doesn't even know how to practice.
But what if?
I'm afraid that's the only way to help myself and the young man.
Qin Xian pondered.
Willow, he happened to know. Uncle Gu told him that Zuzhou did not exist.
So he wanted to reject the old man and didn't want the old man to be disappointed by his hope. That would be bad.
The old man waved his hand and said, "Don't be too busy refusing. This is giving hope to yourself, not to me."
Qin Xian was surprised, the old man seemed to know what he was thinking.
Seeing that he couldn't shirk it, he nodded in agreement.
After parting, the young man returned the same way. He passed by the stone wall and took a deep look. Without making any movement, he took a deep breath of the cold air and walked down Ding Mountain. He walked on the dirt path strewn with early autumn leaves and walked towards his home in a daze. .
Along the way, his mother's appearance vaguely appeared in his mind.
I wiped away the water droplets unknowingly hanging on my eyes and calmed my mind. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt hungry and wanted to find something to fill my stomach.
Could it be the sequelae of the evil spirit leaving? Does he always want to eat a big meal when he's excited or nervous?
Driven by hunger, he walked towards the village without knowing it. Only then did he realize that the roads in the village were littered with millet, oranges and vegetables that had been scattered today. Things had happened one after another in the past few days, but he had forgotten about the autumn sun that followed the Beginning of Autumn.
In the days after the beginning of autumn, villagers dry their crops in the sun so they can be stored. In addition, sunbathing in autumn also has the meaning of exorcising evil spirits and praying for a good harvest.
Also, if you step on a road paved with grains, you will not be harmed by evil poisons for a year!
But listening to the rustling and popping sounds of the autumn wind blowing the grains, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.
Is it really possible to avoid being harmed by evil poison?
At this time, many fantasies in my mind slowly disappeared, replaced by the familiar yard of my home in front of me.
When Qin Xian walked around the bamboo frame in the middle of the yard and walked into the kitchen, his heart was enveloped by a kind of warmth.
This kind of warmth made him stop in his tracks and stand quietly at the door.
In the lingering mist, he seemed to see his mother leaning down slightly to roll out dough on the chopping board.
He couldn't help but want to shout out those two words that he had not said to him for a long time - mother.
However, the sunlight shining through the kitchen window lattice brought him back to reality. The golden light passed through the swirling water vapor, and the thin and exquisite figure it outlined was not his mother's, but An'an's.
There is a stack of steamers on the stove, and steam is constantly coming out from the edge of the steamer. On the edge of the stove, next to An An's arm, was an earthenware bowl.
When he saw the earthenware bowl, he felt a little worried, worried that An An's arm would accidentally knock it to the ground and break it to pieces.
Just like my mother and uncle Gu who were already sleeping in the orange grove.
Just like his relationship with An An.
On the stove closer to the wall is a porcelain plate with several steamed cakes placed on it.
Qin Xian would often think of this seemingly ordinary scene in the years to come, but at the moment, he did not realize that this ordinary scene would become more precious than money in the future.
Maybe she noticed someone standing at the door of the kitchen. An An turned around and saw Qin Xian coming back. She smiled and said, "You don't make any sound when you walk."
After saying this, she found that Qin Xian's expression was a little strange.
Then he turned around and said, "It's almost done. You can put the table in the yard first."
Qin Xian wanted to say: "Why are you here?"
But somehow, he managed to say only one word: "Okay!"
He knew that what happened last night was real. The girl's hysterical crying and her self-inflicted wounds were all vivid in his mind. Would he have forgiven the person who killed him for revenge?
Obviously not.
Although he doesn't know what An An's intentions are, he will accept it. After all, it is his own choice.
After placing the tableware and chopsticks, An An also came out with a basin of steamed cakes and a plate of thinly sliced bacon.
The two sat across from each other for a long time, neither of them speaking.
An An was the first to speak: "Daddy and Aunt Hong, let's come too."
Qin Xian nodded, went into the house, took out the memorial tablets of her mother and uncle Gu, and placed them on the table.
An An pulled Gu Hao towards him.
An An showed a smile on his face and said, "Eat."
Qin Xian stopped talking.
"Do you have any wine?" An An asked suddenly.
Qin Xian went to get the leftover wine from last night. Then he remembered that he didn't have the cup, so he stood up and was about to get it, but An An picked up the wine jar and said, "No need to take the cup, the jar is fine." After saying that, he raised his head and drank a few big sips, and then wiped away the wine dripping from the corner of his mouth. Liquor, handed the wine jar to Qin Xian.
Qin Xian took the wine jar and drank a few big sips like An An did.
Then he picked up a steamed cake and started chewing it.
An An also picked up a piece of steamed cake and tore a piece each for Gu Hao and Matchmaker before they took their places.
"Sir told me." An An said suddenly.
The voice was calm and without any ripples.
Hearing this, Qin Xian placed the half-bitten steamed cake on the edge of the table and stared at the back of her hand.
An An reached out and took out a small box and a booklet from his arms.
Carefully open the box and place it on the table.
"My father is a heinous murderer and the person who raised me. I am not unreasonable, but now my only relative in this world is gone. I know Brother Qin is the same, but now we can't keep each other warm."
After a pause, he said: "There are so many people, there are so many people! Why should it be you, Brother Qin?"
Qin Xian never said a word.
Seeing this, An An's expression dimmed, and she leaned slightly towards the table, pressing the box with her hand and saying, "I dug this out from the ruins of my home. It looks like it was given by Aunt Hong, a hairpin and a letter. The letter said that she knew she had no time and asked me to take care of you. This hairpin was given to her by Aunt Hong's father. She left it to me now, saying that she hoped it was for her daughter-in-law. She also said that it doesn't matter even if it doesn't work out. I hope we can. Always as close as brother and sister..."
Tears filled An An's eyes, she pushed the box forward again, and said with a tearful smile, "Give it back to my brother."
