Reading The Remnants

When I returned to Aro’s house, it was midday afternoon. The youngest Tuo brought the braised pork knuckles which was soft and glutinous and salty, accompanied by a few small dishes made with five dollars, and a pot of aged flower carvings. Several people Use it in the yard. The pig's feet were soaked in a deep sauce color, the skin melted in the mouth, and it was not greasy at all. The chewy tendons pulled the lean meat attached to the bones, tempting people to lick the meat juices in the bones.

The more fragrant they ate, Song Jiuyu was in torment, covering his nose and making it difficult to put his mouth down. In the end, the youngest Tu had an idea and twisted a few papers to block her nose. Then he went to the table and moved his chopsticks.

Full of wine and food, the youngest Tuo touched his stomach and hiccups on the wicker chair. Five dollars picked up the bowls and chopsticks. Ayin took the remaining half of the wine, Arrow took another pot, and the remaining few people went to Mulan. Go to the room.

Compared with the excitement outside, Mulan’s wing was deserted. She sat on the wooden table by the window with her knees on her knees. She changed her shirt and wrapped the old scarlet male robe, and the black belt was very casual. , A pair of blue cloth boots on his feet, a blue silk tied high with a dark red hair band. Sitting quietly on the mahogany stage in the style of the Republic of China, like stealing a whole period of old age.

I don't know whether it was the drunkenness or the loneliness on Mulan's shoulders. Ayin's nose was sour, she lowered her eyes indifferently, and leaned against the door holding the wine glass.

Li Shiyi and Song Shiji looked at each other and motioned for her to come forward. Song Shiji nodded, stood behind Mulan, moved up her back, and sniffed it. Mulan twisted her eyebrows and turned around, but Song's head was caught by Song. Nineteen raised his hand and held it, tilted his head with fawn eyes, and sniffed the skin from behind her ears to the neck.

Mulan was pressed by Song XIX's master, thinking of her posture in the car, she was so nervous.

Song Nineteen slowly closed her eyes. There was a strange and charming female voice in the Shentai, saying, Taishan Mansion’s fort, Yingluo of Soul Ceiling, a bowl of Mengpo soup by Huangquan, and the carved beams of the palace, Jingui. Zhu Cui, a pair of parents who look forward to returning home in Yuzhou City.

anything else? there is none left.

Without the hard iron armor, the blood-stained yellow sand, the nine-death life of thousands of miles in Rongguan, there is no hidden chest, and the smeared face, An Neng is panicked to distinguish me as a male and female.

There was a loud wind in Song Jiu's heart, and the panic was blown away. He opened his eyes when he ran out of tea and cold wine, his eyes were as gentle as water: "You are not Mulan."

Despite the premonition, Song XIX's conclusion still knocked down the remaining flowers on the branches, and the brocade was re-paved, finally ending the shaky years.

Mulan looked up at the sky outside. For more than a thousand years, the Golden Crow was still the Golden Crow, and the clouds were still clouds, but Mulan was not Mulan, and she was no longer herself.

She smiled relievedly: "From the time I rebelled against the souls of the army, I knew there was today."

Song Jiu asked her: "Where is Mulan?"

She sighed: "Have you seen it before."

Song Jiu frowned and heard Li Shiyi's voice: "In the coffin? Then you are—"

"Mulian." The female voice from the Northern Wei Dynasty coincided with the looming smoke when asked the coffin.

Everyone was astonished when they saw Mulian jumping off the table and dusting his robes. The expression on his face was lonely and meaningless: "Go ahead and talk to Mulan."

She paused, bowed her head and walked out.

Two cars parked outside, and A Luo also appeared at the door with an umbrella and went out of the mansion gate. Her face was printed almost transparently by light. Despite the cover of the umbrella cloth, she still constricted her eyelashes unbearably.

Ayin glanced at her sideways, she smiled very softly, lowered her jaw and got into the car with five dollars.

There was no talk all the way to Gubeikou. The village was still the same as the previous few days. Even the old men basking in the sun at the gate of the courtyard were also those few. It was not unusual to see them. After three or two steps, he took his eyes back.

It rained in the morning, and the entrance of the cave was cool and wet. Several people went down to the tomb one by one, stepping on the crunchy stagnant water, and returned to the familiar coffin.

The coffin room was dry, and the sons and grandsons knocked out by Li Shiyi were nailed horizontally on the ground, like an iron tip removed from the head of a spear.

Tu Laoyao glanced left and right, took out a few newspapers from his pocket, spread them on the ground, and greeted everyone: "Sit down, sit down."

He listened to the story of Taiping a few months ago, and stood for a night with a sore ankle. Since then, he has quietly prepared a newspaper, which really came in handy this time.

Next time he will bring fried melon seeds, he crossed his legs and pondered.

A Yin glanced at him, blocked the disgusting words, and sat down with his legs bent. Song Shiji sat down next to her, and A Luo stood with Wu Qian in the corner opposite Li Shiyi.

Mulian looked at the inconspicuous coffin, and said with a calm voice: "Mulan and I are twin sisters of the same mother. Their looks, stature, waist and feet are the same."

People usually call the words that have been hidden for too long as secrets. They are soaked in the bone marrow, sharing the same joy and sorrow with you, talking to you day by day, and as time goes by, when the voice gradually becomes quieter, you will think that it is not very important. Until one day I have to extract it all, I will truly hear what is the reverberation that affects the whole body during the bone removal and skinning.

After only one sentence, Li Shiyi looked at each other with Arrow, and understood why her birthday was exactly the same as Mulan, and why she could lie to the sky, pretending to be Mulan's fate.

Mulan was motionless, not even thinking about getting close to Mulan's coffin. She could only remember it, and the sound wave did not tremble half a minute: "Mulan has served in the army for her father. Picking her up, the red-flowered boy, stepped back to the city on horseback, the sage was grateful for filial piety, and rewarded for not sinning. His parents cried with joy, thinking that the separation of flesh and blood had come to an end."

"In less than two months, the decree was delivered in the palace. The sage praised Mulan's bravery, and wanted to accept her as a noble person." She remembered the **** who was laughing on her face that day, and the old grandmother who knelt down to receive the decree with her shoulders shaking, and Silent and pale sister who is fearless even in battle to kill the enemy.

Where does the saint really like her? It is obviously because she is so powerful and as a daughter, she refuses to use it, does not give up, and raises it into the palace to show her benevolence, virtue and grace.

Mulan's eyes had never been so gloomy. The blood-washed eyes were supposed to be falcons, but at this moment they looked like chicks about to have their wings cut.

Mulian whispered: "Mulan is different from me. I am good at being a female celebrity and good at cooking, but she loves freedom by nature, running horses and shooting guns, not like a girl at all."

"Later..." She struck her throat and paused calmly.

"Later," Li Shiyi raised his eyes, "You entered the palace for her."

In the dark and dry space, everyone's skin got goose bumps inexplicably because of this sentence, and the hairs stood up like thoughts. The youngest Tu made a heavy swallowing motion, blocking his ears and eyes.

"Mulan can join the army for her father, why can't I enter the palace for her?" Mulian smiled, "I took her token and ran into the imperial city, leaving a letter to tell her that she was injured. , She is reckless and can't serve the sacred master. Nothing hurts her parents. I know that women are good at embroidering, and they can earn wealth and glory by not keeping them. I also confessed to her that in order to avoid revealing her identity and harm her family, she moved with her parents. Incognito.\"

Her words were as pretentious as her attire, but Mulan understood that stepping into the court was like setting a charcoal fire, and she exchanged herself for her freedom that was twelve years late.

The word "sacrifice", Tu Laoyao still doesn't quite understand. He has never sacrificed for others. But today, listening to Mulian's words, I feel that there is a weight in his heart, and he can't get up easily.

"Since then, the fate has changed, life and death reversed." Arrow groaned in the dark.

Mulian nodded, and quickly confessed her own future: "I was born ordinary, the Holy Spirit is really not very interested, and I was left out in a few months. I came from the people, and I don’t know how the royal family can do anything. I offended Sheng Chong. Feng Zhaoyi of Feng Zhaoyi was given poisoned wine and died in the palace soon."

When the news of Mulian's death came, Mulan was settling down in a farmhouse at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, her finger was pricked with an embroidery needle, she raised her hand and squeezed, narrowing her eyes.

"After that, my soul returned to Mount Tai. I wanted to reincarnate, but I was appreciated by the monarch and asked me to join the soul to serve as an army." Mulian sighed deeply. After her birthday and death order, I fear that the monarch will find that the criminals of the Hua family are deceiving the monarch and want to get her soul back on track.

In the second year of her residence, she secretly returned to Yanshan. Mulan married a good family, and it was very beautiful. Mulan rubbed the cocoon on her hand, hiding her figure and sitting on the roof to say auspicious words.

In the third year, Mulan gave birth to a big fat boy. Mulian took a bright iron gun and sat on the wooden stool at the banquet, reaching out to support the red eggs that Mulan had handed out.

In the tenth year, Mulan took her little daughter back from her selfish school, and took her little hand to pick a lotus flower on the road. The Mulian, who had won the first victory, was behind and followed step by step.

In the nineteenth year, Mulan's second daughter married, and Mulian finally learned the dreaming technique. In the sleepy countryside, she saw Mulan dressed in common clothes returning to her yard when she was a child, talking to the old elm tree.

She said that her life was bought by Mulian. She wanted to honor her parents, raise her children, live a safe life, live steadily, and live a full house of children and grandchildren.

"She said, she must not let me down." Mulian smiled.

She was still a slim girl, watching Mulan's end of her life, and she had lived a complete and peaceful life that belonged to her.

"I'm really bad at fighting." Mulian whispered her lips, and finally muttered.

A soft footstep sounded in the tomb, and A Luo took a few steps forward. Before he could even speak, he could hear A Yin, who was sitting behind him, asking, "So, what about Mulan?"

A Luo shook his head: "After the reincarnation of the soul wheel, only the gods of the mansion can check the ancient books and know the way. Mulan should not know the whereabouts of Mulan."

"Yes," Mulian stared at the old coffin in a daze, "I don't know where she went. The only one I can find is this light coffin."

Arrow buried his head and thought for a while, and said: "If there is a mistake, you should return your soul to the right place. She has messed up her life and will not be able to live in the future. She still finds her whereabouts. The only way to change the life style is righteousness."

"How to find?" Ah Yin asked her.

"Shen Tu Ling is in my hand," Ah Luo glanced at her, smiled softly, and thought, "If you want to chase the soul, you have to take a strand of undispersed knowledge from her bones."

Mulian turned her head to look at the coffin, and then pressed her brows hesitantly.

Tu Laoyao helped his thigh to stand up and picked up the shovel in a familiar manner: "Then I open the coffin?"

With Li Shiyi's approval, he jumped down, pressing the wooden board against the sole of his foot, and in three or two strokes except for the spikes, he slowly pushed the coffin away.

The wood splashed with thousands of years of dust, and the decayed decay of the corpse was so strong that it was passed through after being sealed, and it went straight to the forehead, making the eyes sour. Song Shiji was quickly reminded by the look in Li Shiyi's eyes. Covering his nose with cuffs, one layer of fabric was not enough, and another layer was covered by Li Shiyi's sleeves.

The people were waiting for the smell to dissipate a little, but seeing the youngest Tu’s wrinkling face and pinching his nose, he suddenly said "Yeah" in surprise.

Li Shiyizhan looked at him and saw that he pointed to the coffin and asked Mulian: "Are you sure that inside this coffin is your sister, Mulan, who is dying of her life?"

The crowd looked around with doubts, and they couldn't help but cast their doubts in their eyes.

Tu’s youngest person has made up for some culture and knows some common sense of broken bones. The white bones are surrounded by an unrotten blue silk. Although scattered with dust and dried insect eggs, they are still as black as ink and their teeth are intact. The ground clings to the mouth like a neatly arranged shell.

No matter how you look at it, you shouldn't be an old woman who is dying.

"This bone...Isn't it a girl?" Tu Youngo squinted.

Mulian opened her mouth several times, stumbled to her knees, couldn't restrain the panic in her chest, shook her head and said in a daze, "This is Mulan, this is."

She raised her head, with unbelievable madness in her eyes, but she stubbornly stretched out her hand: "Mulan, Mulan's right leg was broken, you see, there are cracks in the rebirth of broken bones, isn't it? You see, is not it?!"

Her fingertips were shaking slightly, about to poke into the bone.

Mulan's life is watched by Mulian. Now that you are old, why do the bones preserve the youthful appearance?

This picture is really weird, Arrow lowered his head thoughtfully, Li Shiyi released his lips, lifted his eyelids, and gave Ah Yin a look.

"Ayin, take a look."

Ayin nodded and pulled his feet out of his high heels. The cheongsam pulled a knot around his thighs, and walked into the bones step by step, probing the delicate legs.

The dead human bones, the living ones, the first to the ghosts, the second to the birth and death years, and the third to extinguish the bones. Can you say anything about it?

The cheongsam was beautifully embroidered in the loess, and his fair legs were stained with sand. Ayinji moved his red lips, lifted his body from the magnolia bone, rolled his eyes slightly, looked at the magnolia with a dumb voice, and said softly. : "Before she died, she said--"

"Feilong, where are you?"

"Flying dragon?" Tu youngest was suspicious.

Mulian sat on the ground, seeming to be taken away from all the puppets of God's consciousness, her throat slowly slid up and down, and her eyelids were pressed down lifelessly, and it took a long time to say: "Flying dragon, is her war horse."

The air suddenly fell silent, like a firecracker into the water, squeezing the unwillingness to die.

Li Shi kept getting up, raising his lips, showing a clear wry smile. It is Mulan who is dead, not Mulan.

"Mulan died long ago, just like you."

Died on the day when ideals fell.

The author has something to say:

This story was inspired by Franklin’s famous saying "died at 25 and was buried at 75." It was also a lyric "a boy who died at 25, was finally buried at the age of 75." About ideals.