The Villain Becomes The White Moonlight

The proprietress was very motivated to work. She poured tea for everyone and continued to say, "He used to live in the ancient village by himself, but now the house is vacant. The government also protected it, saying what cultural relics are not given. We fix it. "

When Du Yan saw her boss's desire to express her desire, she calmly began to say: "It's not convenient for the elderly to live in the village alone?"

When the boss heard it, it was like finding a concubine, and he said eloquently: "That is to say. In fact, we have been persuading him to move out and live together so as to take care of each other. But he is not willing, so we can only go back often Look at him. "

Du Yanshun said, "Elderly people are probably more old-fashioned, and they don't want to change where they live."

"That's true. The house in the ancient village was uploaded by my ancestor at my mouth. It is said that it has been some years." The boss said, "In the beginning, my mouth was unwilling. Later, the child grew up and said that Without internet, all kinds of inconveniences are noisy to move out, we just moved out of the house to live out. "

Liang Fei interjected and asked: "Are there any places on the Internet this year?"

"Don't talk about the network, the electrical wires in the village are aging, and there is a power outage from day to night. What kind of cultural relics protection unit is here? It is easy not to repair the project. There is no running water. If you want to drink water, you have to go to the well in the village. Carry water. Only the elderly can live. "

The boss stopped her work and sighed: "My father-in-law is the same. It's easy to say that I want to live there alone. The shop is busy. We often can't go in to take care of him for two or three days. That's how it happened. "

"What happened?"

Du Yan finally heard the key point. According to the truth, if the old man is at the end of his life, he will usually go directly into reincarnation, and the events in his dream will not occur.

"My father-in-law is a very good person. He has a strong personality and doesn't like to ask others for help. At that time, the light bulb at home was broken. We didn't enter the village for two days during busy business. He didn't ask us. The light bulb, the chair broke, and someone fell to the ground, and then went to the hospital a few days later. "

Speaking of this, the boss stopped for a moment: "The chair is still an heirloom from his family. It was said that someone from the ancestor passed it down as an official. Someone paid a large price, and the old man was not willing to sell it."

"At least he can make it as a heirloom chair, right?" Du Yan asked.

"Yeah, the style seems to be called a master chair. I heard someone who came to buy a chair said something." The boss said, "The old man is actually a baby chair, and he has been careful to wait, but after all, it is normal to be old . "

"Later the old man was still thinking about his baby chair in the hospital bed, and said he was going to burn him ... hey, here it is!"

Before the boss's wife had finished speaking, she heard the boss shouting in the kitchen to help her in the past.

Du Yan smiled and said, "Lady, please go."

Just when Du Yan was talking to the boss, everyone at the table was quiet and listened to them chatting. Somehow, no one wanted to say something.

When the boss left, the atmosphere at the table became active again.

Xiao Lang asked Du Yan: "Are you interested in these stories?"

Du Yan responded casually: "I came out to collect style, and if there is a story behind a painting, it will be more vivid."

The story about the old man on the wall and his baby chair didn't make anybody feel strange about forgetting everything in the dream.

This is how things turned. After everyone finished eating, they walked in the direction of the ancient village according to the signs.

Near the village entrance, the trail was stopped and a ticket office was set up next to it. The fare is not expensive, it looks like tens of dollars.

Xiao Lang used to buy a ticket, and the person who sold the ticket squeezed it out from the small window. Then he said stiffly, "I will come out before five in the afternoon, and I will clear the venue at night.

Xiao Lang took several travel brochures from the shelf next to him, and then the group officially entered the area of ​​the ancient village.

As you go inside, fewer and fewer buildings belong to the modern world. After passing a stone bridge, it seems like you have traveled through time and space to another world.

Once over Shibanqiao, there is a tall archway with the traditional word "chaste" written on it. The archway was supposed to be carved from white marble, but after years of erosion, the archway that was supposed to be white has been vicissitudes of gray.

The delicate carvings above the torii are also worn out a little, and the line praising the virgin martyrs under the word Chastity is also a bit vague, and the words "Fan" can only be seen vaguely.

Zhou Tian is a typical young literary girl who is very interested in this unique building that looks periodical.

She ran directly under that archway, took the phone for a long time, and passed it to Wei Zizhe, instructing her boyfriend to take a picture of her.

Du Yan was standing not far away, but his eyes were staring at the top of the archway. The so-called chaste archway, Du Yan sneered,

This archway is not as bright as it seems.

He flipped through the travel brochure, and on the first page he spent a lot of time introducing the history of the archway. It may be worth praising a chastity martyr two hundred years ago. Fan was a husband lost when he was young. He worked hard to pull up his posthumous body and grew up. After his son made a name, he followed the dead husband and hanged himself with a piece of white cricket at home.

Zhou Tian had finished taking pictures there, and everyone was preparing to move on, but Xiao Lang found that Du Yan had not kept up.

He looked back and saw Du Yan holding the top of the archway, looking very seriously: "Du Yan, is there anything wrong with this archway?"

It seemed that Du Yan had returned to his spirits and looked back. "Nothing, I just saw something very interesting."

Du Yan and Xiao Lang went forward side by side, took a few steps, and looked back at the archway again.

The turquoise torii stands quietly at the entrance of the village, but at the top of the torii, there is a strangeness. It was a pair of delicate embroidered shoes, big red, which should have been worn by women when they were married.

As the group walked, they felt that this ancient village really had a unique flavor, and the road under their feet was paved with bluestone slabs. As time goes by, moss grows in the gaps between the slate and is rugged.

When you step on it, it seems that you can listen to the years of chanting at every step.

The path was long and deep, and it was only for two people to walk side by side. The old houses on both sides are not tall, but for some reason, it seems that the bright sunshine outside cannot fall on this path.

The whole trail has a cool feeling that is not part of summer.

Most old houses were also built of bluestone bricks, with moss growing between the cracks of the stone bricks. Although this is a cultural relics protection unit, Shunping is just a small city and the economy is not too developed. The government did not have much funds to repair the ancient village. Except for some representative buildings, many houses had collapsed in half, leaving only a few bluestone walls.

A group of people walked along Qingshiban Road, but they started to feel something wrong. The ancient village is a tourist attraction after all. Although there are not many people now, they have been along the way, and there is no other tourist. bump into.

Zhou Tian stopped, rubbed her arms and said, "Do you think it's weird? Why can't you see anyone other than us?"

Xiao Lang said: "In fact, the tourism in the ancient village was quite popular in the past, but wasn't the tunnel collapsed some time ago, and many people don't know the traffic. The number of people who have come in this period is very small.

Wei Zizhe laughed at her: "Don't you say that when you travel, you hate the most crowded attractions, don't you have any atmosphere? This doesn't exactly meet your requirements."

Zhou Tian frowned a bit: "That's what it says, but this person is too few."

Between several people talking, the trail has come to an end, and the vision in front of them has widened. What caught my eye was the most stately building in the entire village.

Shrine.

Compared to some dilapidated ordinary houses, the shrine is quite new and out of place. It seems that it is maintained every year. The lacquer painting at the main entrance of the ancestral hall is very bright, and the lacquered red door is tightly closed.

Liang Fei was very interested in the shrine, turned around the door a few times, and asked, "Why is the door closed here?"

Xiao Lang explained: "The ancestral halls in the village are generally not accessible to foreigners, so they must be locked."

"Really?" Liang Fei was a little impatient, raised his hand and pushed gently, "I still want to see it."

Du Yan said, "I advise you not to go in."

"Ah?" Liang Fei didn't know why.

But it was too late, the door seemed to be unlocked at all, but it opened slowly as soon as it was pushed. The door, apparently very heavy, was silent when opened.

Liang Fei was a little panicked and waved his hands again and again: "I, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't have any effort, but just a slight touch, why did the door open?"

This scene is really a little weird, and everyone is holding their breath, for fear of seeing what should not be seen behind the door.

Unexpectedly, the wooden door turned out empty and nothing.

Liang Fei patted his chest: "It scared me to death, but why is there nothing?"

Xiao Lang explained: "A normal phenomenon, our local shrine is used when there is a big event in the village. For example, to worship the ancestors, or the elderly who lived high in life, they would stop there for a few days.

Liang Fei picked up the door and looked inside with a probe: "But the lacquer paintings above are exquisite, the masters are in folk."

Everyone heard him say this, and looked around to see the decoration inside the temple.

Xiao Lang didn't stop them either, but just said, "You just have to look at the door, outsiders still don't come in and offend."

Du Yan's eyes fell on the ground. There is a patio at the entrance of the shrine. The sunlight came in through the patio, and the shadow of the shadow fell on the ground of the shrine, perhaps because of the big tree outside.

Maybe it's because of something else.