Museum of Demons

　　 "My little place, no one has been here for a long time, it's a rare thing."

The old man stepped aside and let Wei Yuan in. After closing the door, he sat on the wooden chair under the locust tree. He looked at Wei Yuan with a pair of muddy eyes. Wei Yuan sat on the stone beside him and said with a smile: "This No, didn’t anyone come to visit you before?"

　　 The old man shook his head: "Everyone I knew is dead, and later people are not coming."

　　 "Speaking of which, 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 a bowl of tea for you, look at my memory."

The old man got up again and went back to the room. While complaining casually about something, he made tea. Finally, he brought out the old porcelain cup and two steaming cups of tea. Wei Yuan wrapped the tea in his palm. The old man saw that he did not Drinking tea, just as if I didn't like my ordinary stuff, raised my hand and took a sip of tea, and smiled: "I don't know if you come to me, this old guy, what are you asking about?"

　　 Wei Yuan said: "Inquire about someone."

"Who?"

　　 "The best girl who ever sang a song in Jiangnan Province."

　　 Dang.

　　 The tea cup in the old man's hand 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 knew something."

It seems that because of this sentence, I thought of the memory. The old man's expression became a little tired. He closed his eyes, as if he had become older in an instant. After a long time, he whispered: "It's okay, if someone knows it, I thought I'm going to take these things into the coffin."

　　 "This matter, I have to start talking about it in the last few years of Daming."

　　…………

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

　　 On Jiangnan Road, there are two more theaters. They think they are rivals and have been fighting for so many years.

　　 Your family has been in the limelight in recent years, and in the next few years, my family will be the leader, and the fights are lively and enthusiastic.

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

　　 Chunxiaolou’s mother brought back a little girl.

　　 looks good and has a nice voice.

　　 At the age of sixteen, when he was on stage for the first time, he shocked four people. It was called a Kunshan jade broken phoenix, which crushed the celebrities in several theaters nearby, and was overshadowed.

　　 The little girl is called Qiniang and she became famous in one fell swoop.

　　 Many dignitaries come to listen to her singing.

　　The red silk and satin sent by Enke were tied one by one on the wooden floor, like a red cloud.

According to the past, Qiniang would sing until she was in her twenties. At that time, she would either retire to teach newcomers, or marry a good family, and be innocent, but where things are so good, if they are like a storyteller. In the middle of perfection, there will not be so many ideas in this world.

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

　　 The wave from the West has plunged into the world of Daming for five hundred years.

　　 This dragon entrenched in the east took a nap and was stabbed by a dagger.

After that, Ming Lie Wu Zong was angry and the imperial conquest. He has written his will to guard the country as the emperor. The emperor’s imperial imperial conquest, the Shenzhou is naturally furious, and he is in a stalemate for several years. He has developed rapidly, and finally is on the shore of the East China Sea. To defeat many coalition forces at any cost, let the world listen to this dragon chant.

　　 But such a thing, after all, is still to come.

　　 That year, Japanese pirates took advantage of the unprepared frontier defense of Ming Dynasty and drove straight ahead, and one of them went to the south of the Yangtze River.

They are triumphant and feel that they are about to defeat the former overlord. After entering the extremely prosperous Jiangnan, they indulge in indulgence, want the best wine, the best dishes, let the best women accompany them, and listen to the best songs. The mother was young, but with strong integrity, 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 came back with her begged.

　　 She finally went to accompany the Japanese pirates.

　　 No one died in Chunxiao Lou.

In the end, after Da Ming Hu Ben swept the Japanese pirates, Jiangnan returned to peace, but there were talks and suggestions. Everyone knows that forcing others to sacrifice for themselves is difficult to hold on their faces, so they must discredit. 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 sane voice will be overwhelmed by such venting.

　　 Someone started hitting Qiniang’s door with rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves.

　　 Many people began to call her an unscrupulous prostitute.

　　 But Qiniang is still waiting, waiting for a man who has agreed with her about the future, and is currently studying abroad.

　　 Wait and wait until no one listens to her singing again, and wait until the red silk on the wooden building fades.

　　 That man failed to come back.

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

　　 At that time, there was a big white snow in the autumn.

　　 The faded red satin is white like a white banner at a funeral, dancing on the wooden floor.

　　…………

　　 After the story was told, the old man poured himself a cup of tea again, and he had already drunk 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 at the corner of his eyes and said:

　　 "I failed her, and did not fail."

　　 "He joined the army, student soldier."

　　 "The main force who resisted the madness of the Japanese pirates back then, he wrote to Qiniang and wrote a lot."

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

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

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

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

The old man nodded, staggered, and walked slowly back to the house. From the most conspicuous place, he took out a small box with a gray and white photo, a pile of letters, strong writing, and the last few letters were stained. There are deep traces.

　　 The old man handed the things to Wei Yuan: "Look, see, these stories, you can't forget them."

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

　　 "I still owe Qiniang three beeps. I want to say sorry. I was afraid of death at the time, so I couldn't speak for her..."

　　 Wei Yuan took the box and looked at the photos of that era posted on it. It was gray and white, a young scholar smiled brightly, and a shy girl. That belonged to their past. This was the last knot of that ghost.

　　 As long as it is incinerated and turned into rune water, it is enough to cause huge damage to the ghost.

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

　　 Wei Yuan heard the voice of the Qi’s army’s soul, hesitatingly pleaded:

"grown ups…"

Wei Yuan looked at the text on the letterhead. There was a passion for nostalgia, hope for the future, and love for the earth under his feet. He nodded slightly and gave a hum. He didn't mean to burn the letter, but carefully put the box. Put it away, adjust the back of the piano box and sword case to an angle that is easy to shoot, then look at the old man sitting back under the tree, and said:

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

　　 "This is not Chunxiao Tower, right?"

　　 The old man looked at his hand with muddy eyes and murmured:

　　 "It's not here."

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

　　 "But the sun outside is too dazzling. I can't walk with my body. I have tried many times, but I can't get out of this yard."

　　 Wei Yuan said: "I am holding you."

He went out for a while, found a black cloth umbrella in an old shop, walked back, opened the umbrella, and then supported the old man with one hand. The old man also stood up hard, one, two, and suddenly stood up, Wei Yuan He quietly looked at the old tree behind the old man, retracted his left hand, and pulled out the broken sword entrusted by the soldiers of the Qi family from his waist. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com held it with his backhand like a dagger, and cut a section of thin branches.

　　 The branches shook.

　　 Wei Yuan retracted the broken sword and helped the old man walk forward.

open the door.

The old man walked a few steps with Wei Yuan’s support, stood still, and said with emotion: "It’s been a long time since I could walk out. The sun is still a bit poisonous, but it’s okay. I thought I couldn’t walk. I didn’t expect to be able to walk like this. Come on, it seems that I have been in that small place for too long."

　　 Wei Yuan supported the umbrella and looked at the sky.

　　 Today is a cloudy day, and the light gray dark clouds are so low that the sun cannot be seen.

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

　　The breathing has been stopped for a long time, maybe a few days, maybe a few months, maybe a few years.

　　 recalled what the old man said before, saying that he hadn't walked out of this yard for a long time, and that he still had a Crouching Tiger waist card on him. Wei Yuan knew the old man's condition as soon as he walked in, so he didn't drink the cup of tea.

　　 He looked at the old man's back.

　　 Persistent obsession is not extinguished, soul is not scattered, trapped in a square inch, it is called earth bondage.

　　 But is it the earth that fetters the soul, or is it something in the heart that he refuses to let go?

　　 The old man walks more easily, and he walks faster.

　　 seems to have left something cumbersome.

　　 Wei Yuan carried the lyre case in his left hand and held the umbrella with his right hand, stepping out.

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

　　 Under the locust tree, a vague shadow, dressed in ancient costumes, with embroidery of Mr. Huai on the cuffs, bowed slightly to Wei Yuan.

　　 squeak —

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

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