The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 12 How many exchanges, talk and listen to ghosts (thanks to Long Long for the reward)
"My small place, no one has come for a long time, it's a rare thing."

The old man made room for Wei Yuan to come in. After closing the door, he sat on the wooden chair under the locust tree, looking at Wei Yuan with a pair of cloudy eyes, Wei Yuan sat on the stone next to him and smiled: "This is No, no one has come to visit you before?"

The old man shook his head: "Everyone I knew has died, and the descendants will gradually stop coming."

"Speaking of it, a few young people came yesterday, but they didn't enter the door and turned away."

"By the way, I almost forgot, I have to make you a bowl of tea, look at my memory."

The old man got up again and went back to the room. While complaining about something casually, he made tea, and finally brought out two steaming cups of tea, which are some old porcelain cups. Wei Yuan wrapped the tea in his palm. Drinking tea, I just thought that I didn't look down on me as an ordinary person, raised my hand and took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "I don't know what you are looking for, an old guy like me?"

Wei Yuan said: "Inquire about someone."

"Who?"

"The girl who sang the best song in the entire Jiangnan Province."

Dang bang.

The teacup in the old man's hand was overturned, and the hot tea dripped on the ground.

He looked at Wei Yuan who was sitting upright, opened his mouth, and said, "...How do you know?"

Wei Yuan said: "By chance, I learned something."

It seems that because of this sentence, he remembered the memory, the old man's expression became a little tired, he closed his eyes, as if he became even older in an instant, after a long time, he said softly: "It's okay, someone knows, I thought I'm going to take these things to the coffin."

"This matter has to be talked about from the last few years of Daming."

...............

Jiangnan has been prosperous since ancient times, which is a fact recognized by everyone in China.

And on Jiangnan Road, there are two more theaters, who think of each other as rivals, and have been fighting for an unknown number of years.

In the past few years, your family has been in the limelight, and in the next few years, it will be my family's bully, fighting lively and vigorously.

That winter, on a rare sunny day, there was no snow on the road.

Chunxiaolou's mother brought back a little girl.

He looks good and has a good voice.

At the age of 16, when he made his debut on stage for the first time, he shocked everyone with his skill. It was called a Kunshan jade broken phoenix, which overwhelmed the celebrities in several nearby theaters and eclipsed them.

The little girl, named Qiniang, became famous in one fell swoop.

Many dignitaries came to listen to her singing.

One by one, the red silk and satin sent by the guest were tied to the wooden building, and it was as lively and lively as a red cloud.

Originally, according to the past, Qiniang would continue to sing until she was in her 20s. At that time, she would either retire to teach newcomers, or marry a good family, and be innocent, but how could things be so good? Consummation, there will not be so many thoughts and difficulties in this world.

In the year that Qiniang found her sweetheart, the Japanese pirates committed crimes.

The wave from the west rushes into the Daming country that has been in the world for 500 years.

The dragon, entrenched in the east, took a nap and was stabbed with a dagger.

After that, Emperor Wuzong of Ming Lie was angry and ordered to go on a personal expedition. He had already written a will to protect the gate of the country as an emperor. The emperor died and the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty taught the emperor. The emperor drove the expedition in person, and Shenzhou was naturally furious. They were united, and they were deadlocked for several years, and they developed rapidly. Defeat many coalition forces at all costs, and let the world listen to this dragon.

But this kind of thing is still behind.

That year, the Japanese pirates took advantage of the unpreparedness of the Daming frontier and drove straight in, and one of them entered Jiangnan.

They are elated, feeling that they are about to defeat the former hegemon, and after entering the prosperous Jiangnan, they will indulge in pleasure, want the best wine, the best dishes, the best women to accompany them, listen to the best songs, seven The mother is young and strong, and she would rather die.

But that day, more than 30 people in Chunxiao Building knelt in front of her door, and even the mother who brought her back begged bitterly.

She finally went to accompany the Japanese pirates.

No one died in Chunxiaolou.

In the end, after Daming Huben swept away those Japanese pirates, Jiangnan returned to peace, but there were rumors and rumors. Everyone knows that it is difficult to force others to sacrifice for oneself. That person, find yourself a moral high point.

So I don't know where the news came from, saying that Qiniang took the initiative to accompany the Japanese pirates.

Then the city was full of ups and downs.

After intense tension, there needs to be a channel for venting, and the voice of reason will be drowned out by such venting behavior.

Some people started smashing rotten eggs and rotten leaves in front of Qiniang's gate.

At first, many people scolded her for being an unscrupulous prostitute.

But Qiniang was still waiting, waiting for the man who had agreed on the future with her and was currently studying abroad.

Wait, wait, wait until no one listens to her singing anymore, wait until the red satin on the wooden floor fades.

The man didn't come back.

Qiniang put on her own wedding dress and threw it into the well.

In the autumn of that time, there was a huge snowfall.

The already faded red satin, white like the white banners at a funeral, danced on the wooden building.

........................

After the story was told, the old man poured himself a cup of tea again, and he had already drank most of it.

The tea in Wei Yuan's hand didn't move at all.

"so……"

He rubbed the teacup and said, "That man failed her?"

The old man wiped the tears that appeared from the corners of his eyes and said:
"I failed her, and I didn't fail."

"He joined the army, student soldier."

"Back then, the main force who resisted the maddened Japanese pirates, he wrote a lot of letters to Qiniang."

Wei Yuan said, "Why didn't he come back?"

The old man was silent and said, "...because he died, died in battle."

"It's only three days before the pension report and those letters arrive in Jiangnan, and Qiniang won't have to die."

Wei Yuan was silent, put down the teacup, and said, "Can I read those letters?"

The old man nodded, staggered up, walked slowly back into the room, and took out a small box from the most conspicuous place, which contained a gray and white photo, a pile of letters, with strong handwriting, and the last few letters were dyed There are deep traces.

The old man handed the things to Wei Yuan: "Look, look, these stories must not be forgotten."

"I'm dead, and someone has to know."

"I still owe Qiniang three heads. I want to apologize. I was afraid of death and couldn't speak for her..."

Wei Yuan took the box and looked at the photos of that era pasted on it, gray and white, a young scholar smiling brightly, and a shy girl, that belonged to their past, and this was the last knot of that Specter.

As long as it is burned and turned into rune water, it is enough to cause huge damage to Specter.

And if it was burned in front of Li Gui, it could even cause that Li Gui to have a mental breakdown on the spot.

The voice of the Qi family's army soul sounded in Wei Yuan's ears, and he hesitated and pleaded:
"grown ups……"

Wei Yuan looked at the words on the letter, which contained warm nostalgia, hope for the future, and love for the earth under his feet. He nodded slightly, and hummed, not intending to burn the letter, but carefully put the box away. Put it away, adjust the back of the piano box and sword box to an angle that is easy to shoot, and then look at the old man sitting back under the tree, saying:

"Can the old man still walk? I want to see that Chunxiao Building."

"Isn't this Chunxiao Building?"

The old man looked at his hands with cloudy eyes and murmured:

"Not here."

"I want to go and see there, too, for one last look."

"But the sun is too dazzling outside, and I can't walk with my body. I have tried many times, but I have never been able to get out of this yard."

Wei Yuan said, "I'll help you."

He went out for a while, found a black cloth umbrella in an old shop, walked back, opened the umbrella, and then helped the old man with one hand, the old man also stood up hard, once, twice, suddenly stood up, Wei Yuan Quietly looked at the old tree behind the old man, withdrew his left hand, and pulled out the broken sword from his waist, which was the soul of the Qi family's soldiers, held it in his backhand like a dagger, and cut through a thin branch.

The branches shook.

Wei Yuan took back the broken sword and supported the old man to walk forward.

open the door.

With the help of Wei Yuan, the old man walked a few steps, stood still, and said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I came out, the sun is still a little poisonous, but it's okay, I thought I couldn't walk, but I didn't expect to be able to walk like this. Come on, it looks like you've been in that little place too long."

Wei Yuan supported the umbrella and looked at the sky.

Today is cloudy, with light grey clouds so low that the sun cannot be seen.

He turned his head slightly, and under the old locust tree behind him, on the wooden chair, the old man closed his eyes.

Breathing has stopped for a long time, maybe days, maybe months, maybe years.

Recalling what the old man said before, saying that he hadn't walked out of the yard for a long time, and that he still had the crouching tiger waist badge, Wei Yuan knew the state of the old man as soon as he entered the door, so he did not drink the cup of tea.

He looked at the old man's back.

The obsession is not destroyed, the soul is not scattered, trapped in a square inch, it is called ground binding.

But is it the ground that binds the soul, or is it something that is unwilling to let go?
The old man walked more and more easily and faster.

It's like throwing away something.

Wei Yuan walked out with his left hand carrying the qin case, and his right hand holding an umbrella.

There is a tree in the garden, called sleepiness, and there is a ghost under the tree, which is called locust.

Under the locust tree, a vague shadow, dressed in ancient costumes with embroidered three characters of Mr. Huai on the cuffs, saluted Wei Yuan slightly.

squeak-

The wooden door moved without wind and closed slowly, sealing the old man's body and stories in this small courtyard.

PS: Thank you for the reward of Long Long, thank you~
(End of this chapter)