Panguan

He said there was a village there, and the people in the village believed in a rumor that when a person was about to pass away, if there were any people who really couldn't let go, they would leave one of their close-fitting things or clothes and wrap them with cotton and linen thread. Well, bury it three feet away from the grave. In this way, when reincarnation is reincarnated, you can still meet early.

Those couples and close relatives often do this.

"It sounded like I was influenced by a puppet art." Zhuang Ye said, "If you pass it on, it will be distorted."

Bu Ning said, "It's not all like that."

"Junior brother, do you know a thing or two?" Zhuang Ye is used to being serious, and he always seems to "listen attentively" when chatting.

"I read it in a book." Bu Ning himself is particular about eating and sleeping without talking, so he put away the bowls and chopsticks early, and only slowly dried his hands over the fire, "It's a little different from what you heard ,Well……"

He considered it for a while, and said, "Be fierce. What you take is not something close to your body, but your flesh and blood."

"Flesh and blood?" Zhuang Ye was stunned, "Born?"

"Success." Bu Ning nodded.

Zhuang Ye frowned: "That's far beyond human's tolerance."

"Of course, if it doesn't stop here, how can I still miss it after entering reincarnation." Bu Ning replied, "However, it's just a matter of looking at such a heavy technique, and few people use it."

"Forget it. If you don't know the truth, you have to suffer a great crime. Whether it is reincarnation or the next life, they are all empty words." Zhong Si put one hand on his bent leg, leaning back lazily to digest: "Who would take these bets?" A figment of nothingness."

"When it comes to reincarnation, the people at the foot of the mountain are different from us." Zhuang Ye shook his head, and said helplessly, "I heard that when they argued, they would not reincarnate, and when they became affectionate, they kept their mouths open and closed their mouths in the next life."

"really."

There was a stove under the copper pot, and the fire was not too high, just enough to keep the fresh soup bubbling gently. This is actually a cozy and idle late winter night, but the smell is very uncomfortable.

He seemed to be sick, a serious illness that would never heal. His body was empty, his ears seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, and he couldn't hear the chatter of a few senior brothers clearly, only a few words seemed to be pierced with fine thorns, scratching his heart over and over again.

Zhong Si called him several times, and stretched out his hand to push him, and then he suddenly came back to his senses and raised his eyes to look over.

"I see that you have been depressed and absent-minded for the past few days. Is there something troublesome?" Zhong Si asked.

Wen Shi fixedly looked at them, but suddenly couldn't see clearly.

After a long time, he frowned slightly, and said vaguely, "It's nothing."

Zhong Si arched his shoulders again and sniffed: "Don't always have nothing to talk about, and I will give you a nickname later."

Zhuang Hao shook his head helplessly.

Zhong Si laughed and said to Wen Shi with a thumbs up: "Hey, I know you are like this. But don't be bored if you have troubles. Tell me and senior brother will give you advice."

Hearing this, Bu Ning showed an expression of "forget it", and said with some headache: "Thank God for not making trouble, think about your scar."

"It was an accident last time." Zhong Si dazedly touched his neck, and said nonchalantly, "Human, if I make a mistake occasionally, how can I return to it like this."

When I heard it, I looked at Zhong Si's neck with the light of the fire on the table, there was indeed a long scar there, the scab had just faded, and it seemed that it had just fallen off not long ago.

But he couldn't remember where the scar came from.

Bu Ning and Zhuang Ye all looked clear, but he couldn't remember whether the Zhong Si he saw yesterday had such a scar, he even... couldn't remember what it was like yesterday.

He couldn't remember why Xiao Zhao cooked such a pot of hot food, but they disappeared without being in the dust.

It's as if... the scenes are all arranged, there is no antecedent and no consequence, everything is as it should be. And he shuttled through the fragmented fragments, muddled through the day.

Clang--

The bowl was knocked to the ground, and the hot soup was splashed all over his hands.

Wen Shi stared at his still pale fingers for a long time, before Bu Ning and the others could react, he stood up abruptly, said "I'll go back to the room first", and hurried out the door.

The mountain road was very long, and he almost flew straight up.

There was a light on in the dusty room, and the dim light cast the man's shadow on the window.

He is here.

Tell yourself when you hear it.

He just sat in the house, as he always does every night. As long as you want to see it, you can see it by pushing the door. I saw him leaning on the couch flipping a book, or laying a chessboard on his head.

He'll be here forever, beard and hair unscathed.

The years in the mountains are very long, and they obviously still have countless autumns, winters, springs and summers that are constantly changing.

They obviously have many years left.

When I heard it, I raised my hand, wanting to open the door and take a look at the people in the room...

But he ended up stopping halfway.

From the mountainside to the top of the mountain, it is a blink of an eye for him. But at this moment, he felt exhausted, as if he had walked a long, long, long way, and spent countless lifetimes of strength to stand in front of this door.

He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and took a deep breath. But at the moment when he closed his eyes, he heard his heart beating heavily, and he felt a sudden pain in his internal organs.

"When I heard it..." He heard someone calling him again.

It's a voice that can't be heard.

But it's very strange, why the sound is so far away when the dust is not clearly sitting in the room next to the door. And why, when he heard the sound of "Wen Shi", he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't hold it any longer, and bowed down.