The night is dark and cool...
The rain kept falling and it seemed to have no intention of stopping.
The wind that had just entered the spring night still made people feel a little cold.
The courtyard surrounded by red walls stands alone in the remote west of the city. The white rubble spread on the wall looks like a layer of snow, as if it wasn't raining that night.
Snap... snap...
Su Mo was dancing alone in the rain in the courtyard...
The dance steps are a little crazy, but also a little lonely...
Su Mo at this moment is Su Mo, and he is not Su Mo.
After sending away the souls in the underground palace, under the control of that strange man, Su Mo used a mortal body to communicate with the underworld... Those who communicate with the underworld can communicate with ghosts!
And the owner of that weird voice is, of course, as she said...she is not human.
As for what it is specifically, Su Mo doesn't know.
While Su Mo was sending away the souls of the dead, he also experienced the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of those souls.
The distracting thoughts of the deceased souls were constantly exerted on Su Mo, and when the soul of the little girl finally appeared, Su Mo's reason was overwhelmed.
When Su Mo passed through the underworld, that strange existence possessed him through the power of Su Mo through the underworld... Possession did not mean seizing the body.
To seize the body is to take away Su Mo's consciousness and then control it with his own consciousness.
Possession is a brief coexistence with Su Mo, influencing each other.
In this brief moment of coexistence...you are me and I am you.
Su Mo danced, he could feel everything, but he was not controlled by his own reason.
He is sad, angry, helpless, sad...
Su Mo dominates consciousness, and that weird existence dominates abilities... abilities that are not human.
“The three talents are the people of heaven and earth.
The three lights are the sun, moon and stars.
The three principles are the righteousness of the king and his ministers.
Father and son are close, husband and wife are harmonious.
It is called spring and summer, and it is called autumn and winter.
During these four seasons, luck is endless.
Said north and south, said west and east.
These four directions should be in the middle..."
Tongtong lay in Su Mo's arms, singing the few songs she could remember amid Su Mo's dance steps.
Her mother taught her, and she remembered it deeply.
Su Mo asked her to sing, so she sang...
Because Su Mo said, "Brother will take you home..."
What a good little person...it's a pity...
Su Mo hugged the soul of the deceased and danced around the three men in black robes. The sound of "tap...tap..." echoed throughout the courtyard in the rain.
Ignoring the two men, Monk Zhixuan and Taoist Priest Mu De, who were still nervous and complicated in the golden bowl, they danced this requiem song around three men in black robes...
When he became interested, Su Mo also tapped the foreheads of the other two men in black robes.
The eyes of the other two men in black robes also lost their expression for an instant...
A young and innocent child's voice reached my ears.
Both beautiful and enchanting...
"Boom!"
There was a sound of falling to the ground, and the man in black robe who was the first to attack Su Mo became old and exhausted with Su Mo's strange dance, and fell to the ground...
Su Mo glanced sideways and smiled evilly: "Look, I said Tongtong's songs can move them."
The dead soul of Tongtong also raised his head, stood up from Su Mo's arms, and asked innocently: "What happened to him?" biquge.biz
"He was moved by Tongtong's singing. He is tired and wants to take a rest!" Su Mo smiled and touched Tongtong's little head.
"Then Tongtong continues singing, and then you can go home."
Tongtong said simply and seriously.
"Okay..." Su Mo responded and asked, "Is your dance good?"
"Good-looking!" Tongtong replied.
"Tongtong lied..." Su Mo lightly knocked on Tongtong's head.
"Giggle..." Tongtong laughed happily.
One person and one ghost act as if no one else is around, joking...laughing...
In the eyes of the two monks and Taoists on the side, Su Mo was just making an embrace gesture with nothing in his arms. Dancing and talking to myself.
What was frightening was that they watched helplessly as the man in black robe who fell to the ground aged rapidly from his prime and then died.
The death was mysterious and extremely strange.
Su Mo's black cloud-covered boots made ripples one after another in the stagnant water, causing water to splash everywhere.
The black cloak was dripping with rainwater and fluttered away as the body danced.
The dance in the rain actually seemed a bit sad at this moment.
The dim candlelight in the house is flickering...
"It's called Daihua, Song Hengheng.
These five mountains are the names of mountains...
It's called Shi Nong... it's called Industry and Commerce...
These four people... are the good of the country..."
I danced for a long time...for a long time...
The enchanting pace, the continuous singing...
It’s like venting an accusation against the heavenly laws of this world!
The voice of the child in my arms gradually faded, and the singing began to be intermittent...
Finally it slowly stopped...
Su Mo stopped and looked down at Tongtong in his arms lovingly and asked.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
Tongtong leaned his head deeply into Su Mo's arms, and his voice gradually weakened: "Tongtong... is a little tired..."
Su Mo raised his head and looked into the pitch-black night...
"If you're tired, just rest for a while."
"But...Tongtong still wants to...continue singing...and then go home!" Tongtong put his arms around Su Mo's neck and pressed his body closer to Su Mo.
The cool breeze at night was blowing, and she felt a little cold at the moment.
"Okay, okay..." Su Mo said, "They won't stop us anymore!"
"Really?" Tongtong asked innocently.
"Yes, look!" Su Mo pointed at the other two men in black robes.
As Su Mo pointed out...
The other two men in black robes fell to the ground and died.
"Look, they are also tired and need to rest." Su Mo said to Tongtong in a low and gentle voice.
"No one is stopping us."
Tongtong watched the two people fall, his tired eyes lit up slightly, "Then... can we go home?"
"Okay, okay!" Su Mo touched Tongtong's little head, "Brother can take Tongtong... home!"
"But..." Tongtong leaned his head on Su Mo's arms again and spoke weakly.
"Tongtong feels so weak...Tongtong feels that he...can't go home..."
"How could it be? My brother promised Tongtong... that he would send Tongtong home." Su Mo held his head high, his eyes sparkling.
"Brother is lying to...Tongtong..."
Tongtong spoke intermittently, as if he remembered something...
"Tongtong...has died a long time ago. How can my brother...send Tongtong...home?"
Su Mo was shocked, and slowly lowered his head to look at the dead soul in his arms that was starting to look dim.
The crystal clear eyes couldn't help but drip...
The crystal passed through the little man in his arms and fell to the ground, splashing a path of sadness...
Su Mo caressed Tongtong's cheek and opened his mouth, unable to say any words.
Tongtong nuzzled Su Mo's arms affectionately and spoke slowly.
"Tongtong...remembered, Tongtong sneaked out...and was caught...in this yard...those people...killed Tongtong... ..”
"Tongtong...has been...dead..."
"Tongtong... can never go home again..."
The dead soul of Tongtong became increasingly dim, and a nursery rhyme exhausted the remaining soul power.
Su Mo sat down with his legs bent, regardless of the water on the ground, and sat on the rainy ground with the dead soul in his arms, his black cloak dragging in the water on the ground.
Su Mo put his cheek against Tongtong's forehead and asked softly.
"Is Tongtong scared?"
Tongtong nodded, feeling weak and frightened all over his body. He couldn't help but tighten the arm that hugged Su Mo and caressed her.
"Tongtong...very scared..."
"Tongtong is afraid that his parents can't find Tongtong... and he is sad and worried..."
"Tongtong is afraid of the darkness in the other world...Tongtong is most afraid of the dark..."
"Tongtong is still afraid that there is nothing in the other world, and Tongtong is also most afraid of one person..."
"Brother, tell me...what is the other world like?"
"When grandma died, my mother once said...the other world is very beautiful..."
"But Tongtong has never been there..."
Su Mo pressed Tongtong's forehead and hugged him tightly.
Su Mo spoke softly: "Your mother is right, there are endless things to eat in the other world, and there are beautiful flowers everywhere."
"People in the other world are very kind. They will be as kind to Tongtong as his parents..."
After listening to Su Mo's words, Tongtong's feeling of fear gradually faded away, and a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.
"Then Tongtong...go take a look first..."
Su Mo caressed Tongtong's cheek and said softly: "Okay, Tongtong will go take a look first...come back if it's not fun..."
"Brother... lied to Tongtong again... Tongtong knows that Tongtong will never come back..."
Su Mo lowered his head and was speechless.
"Brother...I want to...listen to...songs..." Tongtong's words became increasingly weak.
"Okay, what does Tongtong want to hear?" Su Mo agreed.
"As long as... it's my brother who sings it... it's fine..."
"Then, let me sing you an opera from my hometown..." Su Mo said lightly.
"good......"
Su Mo opened his mouth, and the drama flowed...
"I don't know where my love comes from,
Go deep.
The living can die;
The dead can live.
Live but not die,
Those who die and cannot be resurrected,
None of this comes from love.
It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere,
Like this, everything ends in ruin and despair.
Good times and beautiful scenery, but the sky is so beautiful,
Whose home is the most enjoyable thing..."
Tongtong listened to Su Mo's opera, hugged Su Mo tightly with his remaining strength, leaned into Su Mo's arms, closed his eyes... and fell asleep quietly...
The music remains the same, the candlelight dims...
"The wind blows slightly and the sound of the flute in the platform hall is heard,
Empty green and cold neon clothes.
Deep in the lotus flowers by the pool,
Clear night smells fragrant.
People get old easily, things get in their way, and dreams are hard to grow.
A little affection, three points of shallow soil, and half of the setting sun.
A dream is just a dream after a long time. What year comes and goes..."
After the song was over, the candlelight in the room was extinguished in time...
The little person in my arms has also disappeared...
The vast cold night,
Only the cool breeze remains,
In the end, everyone dispersed...
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