Museum of Demons

It's a rare thing that no one has been here for a long time in my small place.

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 cloudy eyes. Wei Yuan sat on the stone beside him and said with a smile: This It shouldn't be, didn't anyone come to visit you before?

The old man shook his head: Everyone I know is dead, and the descendants will gradually stop coming.

Speaking of which, a few young people came here yesterday, but they didn't enter the door and turned away.

By the way, I almost forgot, I have to make you a bowl of tea, look at my memory.

The old man got up again, went back to the house, made tea while complaining about something casually, and finally brought out two steaming cups of old porcelain cups, Wei Yuan wrapped the tea in his palm, the old man saw him Drinking tea, I just pretended to be an ordinary person who didn't like me, raised my hand and took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: I don't know what you came to find me, an old fellow?

Wei Yuan said, Inquire about someone.

who?

The girl with the best singing in the entire Jiangnan Road.

Clang.

The tea cup in the old man's hand was knocked over, 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 learned something.

It seems that because of this sentence, he thought of memories, the old man's expression became a little tired, he closed his eyes, as if he became older in an instant, and after a long time, he said softly: It's okay, it's okay if someone knows, I thought These things I'm taking to the coffin.

This matter must start from the last few years of Daming.

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

And on Jiangnan Road, there are two theaters, they thought they were rivals, and they fought for many years.

In the past few years, your family has been in the limelight, and in a few years, my family will be the leader, fighting lively and fiercely.

In the winter of that year, it was a rare sunny day, and there was no snow on the road.

Chunxiaolou's mother brought back a little girl.

Good looking, good voice.

At the age of sixteen, when he made his debut on stage for the first time, he shocked everyone with his skill. It was called a Kunshan jade broken phoenix, which overwhelmed the celebrities in several nearby theaters and eclipsed them.

The little girl named Qiniang became famous in one fell swoop.

Many dignitaries came to listen to her singing.

The red silks and satins sent by the benefactors were tied up on the wooden building one by one, and they were as lively as red clouds.

Originally, according to the old days, 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 how could things be so good? Consummation in the middle, there will not be so many thoughts and difficulties in this world.

In the year when Qiniang found her sweetheart, Japanese pirates invaded her side.

The wave from the west rushes into the Daming country that has been in the world for 500 years.

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

Afterwards, Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty was angry and went to the royal conquest. He had already written a will to guard the gate of the country as the son of heaven. Defeat many coalition forces at all costs, and let the world listen to this dragon chant.

But this kind of thing is still behind.

That year, the Japanese pirates took advantage of the unprepared frontiers of Ming Dynasty and drove straight in. One of them actually entered 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 pleasure, want the best wine, the best food, have the best women for company, and listen to the best music. Mother is young, but her integrity is strong, she would rather die.

But that day, more than 30 people in Chunxiao Building knelt in front of her door, even the mother who brought her back begged bitterly.

In the end, she went to accompany those Japanese pirates.

Not a single person died in Chunxiao Tower.

In the end, after the Great Ming Tigers wiped out those Japanese pirates, Jiangnan returned to peace, but there were gossip and rumors pointing at him. Everyone knows that forcing others to sacrifice for themselves is a difficult thing to put on their face, so we have to smear That person, find a moral high point for yourself.

So I don't know where the news came, 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 to vent, and the voice of reason will be drowned out by such vent-like behavior.

At the beginning, someone smashed Qiniang's door with rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves.

At the beginning, many people abused her as a whore without integrity.

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

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

The man never came back.

Qiniang threw herself into the well in the wedding dress she had sewn.

In the autumn at that time, there was a huge snowfall.

The already faded red satin, as white as the white streamers at a funeral, danced on the wooden building.

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After the story was told, the old man poured himself another cup of tea, and he had already drank most of it.

The tea in Wei Yuan's hand didn't move at all.

so……

He stroked the teacup and said, The man failed her?

The old man wiped away the tears that appeared at the corner of his eyes, and said:

I failed her, but I didn't.

He's in the army, student soldier.

The main force who resisted the Japanese pirates' insanity back then, he wrote a lot of letters to Qiniang.

Wei Yuan said, Why didn't he come back?

The old man was silent for a while, and said: ...Because he died, he died in battle.

It's only three days before the pension report and those letters arrive in the south of the Yangtze River, Qiniang will not have to die.

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

The old man nodded, staggered to his feet, walked slowly back into the house, and took out a small box from the most conspicuous place. Inside was a gray and white group photo, a stack of letters with strong handwriting, and the last few letters were stained. There are deep marks.

The old man handed the things to Wei Yuan: Look, look, these stories must never be forgotten.

I'm dead, and someone needs to know.

I still owe Qiniang three heads. I want to say sorry. I was afraid of death, so I couldn't speak for her...

Wei Yuan took the box and looked at the photo of that era pasted on it, gray and white, a young scholar with a bright smile, and a shy girl, that belonged to their past, this was the ghost's last knot.

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

And if it is burned in front of the ghost, it can even cause the ghost to collapse on the spot.

Wei Yuan heard the voice of Qi's army's army soul, hesitantly pleading:

grown ups……

Wei Yuan looked at the words on the letter paper, which contained passionate nostalgia, expectations for the future, and love for the land under his feet. Put it away, adjust the piano box and sword box on the back to an angle that is easy to shoot, then look at the old man who sat back under the tree, and said:

Can the old man still move around? I want to go and see the Chunxiao Building.

This isn't Chunxiao Building, is it?

The old man looked at his hands with cloudy eyes, and murmured:

Not here.

I also want to go there and have a last look.

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

Wei Yuan said, I'll help you.

He went out for a while, found a black cloth umbrella in an old store, walked back, opened the umbrella, and then supported the old man with one hand, the old man also stood up vigorously, once, twice, suddenly stood up, Wei Yuan An Jing looked at the old tree behind the old man, withdrew his left hand, and pulled out the broken sword entrusted by the soldiers of the Qi family from his waist, holding it in his backhand like a dagger, and chopped off a thin branch.

The branches swayed.

Wei Yuan took back the broken sword and helped the old man go forward.

open the door.

With Wei Yuan's support, the old man walked a few steps, stood still, and said with emotion: It's been a long time since I came 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 you have stayed in that small place for too long.

Wei Yuan supported the umbrella and looked at the sky.

Today is a cloudy day with light gray clouds so low that the sun cannot be seen.

He turned his head slightly, and behind him, under the old pagoda tree and on the wooden chair, the old man had his eyes closed.

Breathing has been stopped for a long time, maybe days, maybe months, maybe years.

Recalling what the old man said before, he said that he hadn't walked out of this yard for a long time, and that he had the Crouching Tiger badge on his body, Wei Yuan knew the old man's condition as soon as he entered the door, so he didn't drink that cup of tea.

He looked at the back of the old man.

The obsession is not extinguished, the soul is not scattered, and it is trapped in a square inch, which is called earth binding.

But is it the earth that binds the soul, or is it something that the heart refuses to let go of?

The old man walked more and more easily, and walked faster and faster.

Like throwing away some burden.

Wei Yuan strode out with his left hand carrying the stroking piano case and his right hand holding an umbrella.

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

Under the pagoda tree, a vague figure, wearing an ancient costume with the three words Mr. Huai embroidered on the cuff, bowed slightly to Wei Yuan.

Squeak——

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

PS: Thank you Long Long for the reward, thank you~