Li Jun asked Song Huiyue and Yinxiao to accompany him. In the dead of night, he took his father's ashes out of the barracks, hoping to find a geomantic treasure outside Dingzhou City and leave King Chen here.
He also brought a hoe with him to lay King Chen to rest.
The scenery outside Dingzhou City is very consistent from east to west, from north to south, and the withered grass is rolling gently. However, Li Jun can always find subtle problems - either it is too close to the city camp, or the wind is too strong, and finally he is tired from walking.
I found a piece of flat land and was quite satisfied.
He put the jar down and started digging with the hoe by himself without Yinxiao's help.
The ground was full of grass roots, which were very tightly packed and deeply rooted. He was sweating profusely before he dug a deep hole and lowered the jar.
While piling up the soil, he muttered: "Dad, Dingzhou is a good place. My son is very happy here. Now I have to go back to Kyoto to do business, so I won't take you with me. When the business is done, I will come back to see you. My son knows
Kyoto is your hometown. Although it is difficult to leave your hometown, it is not a good place, so don’t worry about it."
After so many years, King Chen finally laid to rest.
Li Jun piled up a small grave bag and babbled for a long time, making a promise to his father. He would burn paper on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. When he had time, he also burned a few paper-bound servants and went to serve his father until Song Huiyue let the cold wind pass.
When the mucus came out of his nose, he stopped talking and got on his horse with the hoe in his hand.
When he returned to the barracks, he always felt that something was missing. He felt empty in his heart, so he drank two drinks without any taste and went to sleep.
He tossed and turned on the bed for four-quarters of an hour before getting up, putting on his clothes and hurried out the door.
Song Huiyue heard the noise, got up and opened the door to check, and saw Li Jun walking out like a wandering spirit with a hoe, while Yin Xiao stood at the door staring at him.
Song Huiyue signaled Yinxiao to follow, and the three of them went to King Chen's grave again.
Li Jun carried a hoe and dug out King Chen.
He sat on the mound holding the jar and said to Song Huiyue: "It's cold underground and there are snakes, insects, rats, and ants, so it's not good. Besides, this place is hard to identify. I'm afraid that if the grass grows next year, I won't be able to even see this grave."
I can’t even find my bag.”
Song Huiyue stood aside and nodded: "Then you can take him away and let your father continue to sleep under your bed. This is not enough."
Li Jun shook his head: "Kyoto is not good."
After that, he stroked the jar silently. After a while, he suddenly opened the lid of the jar and looked at the black hole at the mouth of the jar for a long time.
Then he raised his head, reached in and took out a handful of ashes, stood up and said vigorously: "Dad! Cough cough cough..."
Song Huiyue let the ashes dazzle her eyes and was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Li Jun would spread the ashes.
Li Jun choked, changed direction, and continued to raise. As he raised, he said that he wanted his father to be free and turn into a stone, a flower, a grass, and a wolf in the wilderness. Forget about the wolf, his father
It's better to stay on the ground and not move.
After raising the ashes, Li Jun sniffed, held the jar with both hands, turned it upside down and shook it twice, sprinkling the last bit of dust.
This time there was only an empty jar left. Li Jun had nothing to bury and nothing to show for himself. He finally stopped and returned to the barracks dejectedly.
As soon as he sat down in the main room, he bent down, hung his hands feebly, put his head on the table with his face turned sideways, and opened his mouth half in trance.
Song Huiyue poured him a glass of wine and patted him: "It's been so many years, no matter how much you hate him, you should let it go."
"I don't hate him," Li Jun straightened up, took the wine glass, and took two sips, "Why do I hate him? He is my father."
Song Huiyue sighed: "It's hard to hate even if your bones are shattered and ashes are thrown away."
She looked at Li Jun's scarred face that was instantly filled with tears, and whispered: "You're too young, just look away."
Li Jun took the wine pot, looked at Song Huiyue, and then at the silent Yinxiao, poured himself three cups, and after a while, he suddenly burst into tears.
He was in his thirties, crying and crying. The grievances in his heart were accompanied by tears. While wailing, he complained incoherently that he regarded King Chen as his father, but King Chen did not regard him as his son.
He did not regard his mother as a human being, so the entire family was destroyed in ashes with King Chen.
He hated it so much that he gnashed his teeth and had to suppress King Chen under his feet.
If there was only hatred, that would be fine, but I had enjoyed the relationship between father and son for a long time. It was love and hate. When I was in love, I would offer incense to King Chen, get under the bed and hug him to sleep. I couldn't distinguish between love and hate, and often tortured him to the point of death.
die.
This time, King Chen was impressed. He was planning to breathe his last breath and let go completely, but he still felt unhappy. Now he was wailing shamelessly, and he finally breathed his last.
Feeling a little more energetic, he asked Yin Xiao to boil the wine angrily and put three rock candies in it. When Yin Xiao stared at him, he shrank and said: "The rock sugar... I won't put it in...
"
Seeing Yin Xiao getting up, he grinned and said to Song Huiyue: "Hey, don't leave. Let's talk all night tonight."
Yinxiao boiled the wine and put the rock sugar. When he heard that Li Jun wanted Song Huiyue to sit with him for a chat, he brewed a cup of strong tea for Song Huiyue, took out several handfuls of pear sticks from several cloth pockets, and steamed them.
Jujubes, sugar cane sticks, and lactose lions are all piled high, and there will be enough for tomorrow night.
Li Jun ate the hawthorn sticks and thought for a while. He didn't know where to start. After a while, he cleared his throat and said, "Let me tell you about my father."
He started talking about King Chen whom he saw when he was a child. As he spoke, his words were unconsciously full of resentment, skipping many years in between, and directly talked about the situation when King Chen's rebellion failed.
He said that King Chen's death was horrific. He took the body all the way out of the palace and brought it to Taihang County. The body was cold, blue, and covered with black blood, which made people panic.
Song Huiyue had other thoughts at first, wanting to find clues from Li Jun's words, so she listened carefully. Unexpectedly, the more she listened, the more she felt a chill on her back and the ghostly atmosphere in the room.
Li Jun kept talking, sometimes before King Chen's death, and sometimes after King Chen's death. In his confused and intermittent words, the palace of King Chen was full of joy, but King Chen himself suffered endless pain, which made Luan Dao
He was hacked to death, and after being hacked to death, he was buried in a damp, dark, and cold cellar for so many years that he became a ghost and often accompanied him to sleep.
He was also angry that King Chen was incompetent and had no future as a ghost. Why didn't he scare his old friend Zhang Rui?
Song Huiyue gritted her teeth and listened to his nonsense. At the same time, she suddenly found a thread in his words.
The relationship between King Chen and the Zhang family was so close that a letter could lead to rebellion. King Chen wanted to hide the letter back to the Zhang family, which not only saved his son's life, but also left some room for the Zhang family.
Li Jun said he wanted to talk for a long time, but he obviously avoided many important things. It's now this time, what is he still avoiding?
In other words, what is he afraid of?
Following this thread, several faces suddenly appeared in her mind, and she was so blessed that she had an astonishing thought.
It's just that this idea is still a mountain peak in the mist, looming, and she needs to explore and understand it.