Copper Coins

Jiang Shijing suddenly lost his voice.

She grabbed Kyoko's fingers and trembled, only to hear the word "sister", her eyes were red, and a thick layer of water mist was trapped in her eyes, and her vision blurred instantly. There was a blankness in her mind, and for a while she didn't even respond to why there was such a blur in front of her eyes. She only tried to open her eyes and looked around indiscriminately.

"Aning? Is it you? Aning?" Jiang Shijing's eyes turned, and two huge teardrops fell straight down from his eyes. "You, don't hide, sister can't see you ..."

However, before the sight was clear, there was a new water mist cage.

"I'm afraid I'll startle you when you stand in front of you." Jiang Shining followed the crowd quietly after entering the house, and stood in a humble corner, hiding behind the bedpost.

"How can I ..." Jiang Shijing's tears fluttered, and he choked heavily as soon as he finished speaking a few words. "How can you startle me, no matter what you become, you won't startle me, my sister is not afraid, you Come out, don't hide ... "

Immediately after this, the mist of water in her eyes did not blink, she felt that she was being carried into her arms.

She was thin and thin, and her arms were not so broad and solid, but she was familiar from an early age. She had suffered and suffered a lot since she was a child. This younger brother, who was three years younger than her, would come to accompany her, tell some interesting things in the book, and say that she had done something wrong, and said that she couldn't help laughing. From a young age, she could only hold her arm until she was a head taller than her, enough to hold her in her arms.

It was only that Jiang Shining's arms were warm in the past, but at this time there was no trace of warmth, and it was so cold.

Jiang Shining stumbled subconsciously for a while, feeling that her sister's body was shaking a little, and then she suddenly realized that she had lost the temperature of a living person, and it was just colder to hold people cold. So he let his hands loose again and took a step back, lest the coldness would freeze his sister.

"Why are you so cold?" Jiang Shijing whimpered, just dragging his hand to keep him away. She rubbed Jiang Shining's ten fingers with both hands, sighed again, and covered for a long time, but found that she could not cover the heat at all, and her tears suddenly became more fierce.

Jiang Shining blinked his head, blinked his eyes for a while, and then looked down at her again: "Sister, don't cover it, I'm not cold."

Jiang Shijing's tears seemed to flow endlessly. A lot of drops dripped on Jiang Shining's hands. She covered him and shook her fingers to wipe, but found that she hadn't wiped yet, and the water trace had already entered. In Jiang Shining's skin.

When the emotion is difficult to control, the strength of the hand is often insignificant.

Jiang Shining's hand was soaked by her sister's tears, she was a bit fragile, and then rubbed so hard, her finger had a noticeable tear at the root. But he didn't want to pull his hand back so quickly, he wanted his sister to cry out all these years of sullen emotions, even if he pulled off his fingers.

But he was really afraid of scaring Jiang Shijing, so he looked at his sister rather reluctantly, blinked the mist in his eyes, and raised his eyes to Fang Cheng: "Brother, my sister is crying so much that I can wash my robes, you Stop her. "

When he saw Jiang Shining, Fang Cheng was really taken aback, and then he was filled with emotion. Although he didn't watch Jiang Shining grow up like his wife, he also looked after the younger brother for a few days when he was a child. When he was a boy, he went to the mountains with Jiang Shining to collect herbs. When he got married, Jiang Shining was carrying his sedan chair ... ...

I never thought that when we met again, we would be separated by yin and yang.

He understood his wife's mood so much that he kept watching silently without disturbing him. It wasn't until Jiang Shining opened his mouth at him, that he nodded and nodded at Jiang Shining, bringing Jiang Shijing to his side to comfort him: "You always pull him to cry like this, he can't say anything."

"Yes, sister, I can come here to see you this time, but I still trust the help of noble people." Jiang Shining was afraid that his sister would cry if he continued to cry like this, and quickly rushed to Fang Cheng to wink and opened the topic. .

When he was a teenager, he and Fang Cheng sang a song and made Jiang Shijing happy.

"Aristocratic?" Fang Chengzhao gently shook his wife left and right. "Where is the nobleman, Aning? My sister and I have to thank you very much."

In the corner, Xue Xiangan laughed twice and said motionlessly, "Thank you, don't worry, just help me remove this torn paper."

Jiang Shining: "..." I almost forgot that a noble was being punished.

Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing stared blankly at Xue Xian, and looked at Jiang Shining, who was completely confused, and couldn't figure out what was happening.

"Why are you provoking the master again ..." Jiang Shining walked towards him helplessly, "If I pick this paper note, will I be sitting still?"

Xue Xian sneered at the wall, "I do n’t know how the bald donkey picked you up, but if you do n’t look at the fun, I promise you to regret holding my leg for eight lifetimes."

Jiang Shijing and Fang Cheng: "..."

The first time I saw a nobleman in this style ...

Jiang Shining said "Oh" with a blank expression, and said, "If you say that, then I will not even dare to reach for it, after all, you will be able to move."

Xue Xian: "... Nerd, are you going to rebel?"

But in the end, it's funny. After all, Jiang Shining was a soft-tempered man. He fully appreciated the honest appearance of this ancestor, and finally reached out and pinched the paper note on Xue Xian's forehead.

However, for a moment, he used the hand wet with Jiang Shijing's tears. Xuan Merci's paper amulets are unusual and not so easy to pick.

So, I saw Jiang Shining holding the paper sign and pulling down--

His wet hand ... was broken.

Xue Xian: "..."

Jiang Shining: "..."

"Anning, why are you still there?" Jiang Shijing asked behind.

Jiang Shining immediately felt an excitement, stunned the expression of that toothache back, turned and turned his hands behind his back, and smiled hard at Jiang Shijing with a green face: "It's all right, I just--"

He didn't say anything, and the door of the East House was pushed open with a bang. It was not polite at all.

The conversation inside the room was interrupted by the sound of the push door. Except for Xue Xian who was on the wall, everyone looked up and stared at the crowd who came in from the door. The head, with three long scars on his face, was tall and strong, and looked more like a bandit than a band of beggars on the ground.

They are not others, it is the theatre team.

The last one to enter was Xuan Mercy who had gone out before. After entering the room, he backed up the door, blocking Xu Dashan and the guests from the room.

The chills and chats in the hall were faintly passed into the room, inexplicably seeming to be a bit distant, as if it was covered with many layers of mist and separated by several streets and lanes. It was extraordinarily unreal, making it feel cold.

Obviously, Xuan Merci had led them to this room and had something to ask. But Xuan Merci hadn't spoken yet, and the scarfaced man opened his mouth like a cannonball: "Do you know what this place is? I don't know what it is like, so I just stay here."

He glanced down at the casserole around the beggar, frowning: "There are many places to shelter from the wind and rain. There are so many abandoned temples these years. Just look for one. You have to choose this place. act recklessly!"

"Ah ... there are old and young, and they are all seriously ill. They can't walk, let alone go up the mountain." One of the beggars said helplessly.

"Aren't you local? Haven't heard of Wen Cun?" Scarface was masculine, but he knew to keep his voice down. "I don't know if it has been deserted for many years? There isn't even a living person. Where are you from?" Are you brave enough to stop here? Besides, you do n’t come early or late, but you come at this time! Do you know? No one in the room outside is a human! "

The faces of Jiang Shining and Lu Yanqi became a little complicated instantly. After all, this scene is like a ghost telling you to be careful of another ghost, which is really strange.

However, only a few of them knew this room, others didn't understand it at all, and they were very much in favor of this scarred man.

"Know, not only know, but also heard a lot of rumors, there will be a voice here at the end of winter and moon, talking and coughing, and singing-" The beggar said half of it, and suddenly saw the man with a scarred face behind him A man in his arms is holding a few costumes, and is still carrying a long sleeve.

"Where's the play ..." The beggar said green without any hesitation.

Seeing everyone's complexion, the scarred man shook his head helplessly and said, "The drama is indeed what we sing, but this is not the same ..."

He glanced at the wooden door, as if looking at the people outside through the wooden door, and sighed, saying, "We are the people in this village. We grew up drinking snacks from rice and drinking water here, Xu Da Good people are good to us. Without him, it would be a round for all the young and old in our drama team. "

"We always want to repay something every year, but he doesn't lack anything. He likes to listen to the drama alone. Our theatre team usually goes south and north to make the world the home, but every winter month, we will rush here and rush Xu Dashan Ren Shouchen sang him this day and made him smile. It was a bit of an insignificant intention. I sang it for ten years ... "

"Ten years?" Said an older beggar. "You can just sing while this great good man is alive. Why are all people dead and you still sing every year?"

"Yes, I promised." An old lady in the play team smiled softly. "Yes, I promised him. As long as he listens, we sing. He is there every year. Why don't we come?"

"We are used to it, and we are willing to do it ourselves. But you are different. People here do n’t recognize you and do n’t know if they will collide. No matter how they are, there is a difference between Yin and Yang. Human life is not necessarily. "Scarface male frowned and looked at the crowd, said," I will find a way to talk to Xu Dashan people later, let them believe that you are mistaken, and there is something else nearby, It's hard to stay, let them willingly let you go. "

When he said this, Xuan Merci was standing by the window, looking out through the broken window paper, and behind the scar-faced male voice, he frowned, "This Wencun village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and wind gathers on one side. Mingtang Yingyang, this was an air rider, how could there be earth-binding spirits ... "

Still a village's earth-binding spirit. Even though the people in this village have become ground-bound spirits, in the condition of this village, they can raise up to three or two years at most. But at the moment, neither Xu Dashan nor his neighbors seem to be dissipating. Instead, they are living as if they have just been "renewed." There is only one possibility ... what is hiding Things in the dark changed the game.

Xuantuan Yu Guang glanced at Xue Xian's back of the head and turned to scar his face and said, "Since you were born here, have you ever seen anything weird in this village?"

He thought for a while, and thought that what kind of weirdness had to be done by Xue Xian himself, went to the corner of the wall, and planned to take off the paper sign in front of Xue Xian for a moment.

Who knows, as soon as he lowered his eyes, he faced Xue Xian's expressionless and insensitive face--

Not only was a paper note attached to this foreboding forehead, but one more hand was stuck.

Xuan Mian: "..." This effect appeared on the wall, never seen the second one in my life.