"Problem?" asked Yingying as if she didn't understand, "What problem could there be?"
After hearing this, Han Chang suddenly stopped and looked at his sister in surprise.
"Don't you think there's a big problem here?"
"But, but...at present, it seems that the lives of the people here are stable and everyone is happy. Moreover, maybe we can really bring our parents back -"
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Han Zhang suddenly scolded her louder than he had ever called her before, causing everyone nearby to glance here. Jiao Mo quickly persuaded him, and Wenying felt confused. She stood there with an innocent face, not knowing.
Why is my brother so angry?
"But it was clearly you who brought it up just now, so why are you blaming me again?"
"Can't you tell the difference between deceptive tricks and true feelings?"
Xie Zhe had begun to realize why Han Chang felt that Wenying was not suitable to go out and have a career. She had indeed experienced too little. In today's world, there are many inexplicable things that she could not understand immediately. He explained
explain:
"This kind of happiness is just an illusion and is temporary. You know that the deceased is dead, but you still want to believe that the person who is left by your side is the same person from back then... This is too self-deceiving."
"But how can we be sure that the people around us today are not the people we were then?"
Jiao Mo sighed and said: "I can understand it to some extent. You are awake now, and of course you know how to distinguish which is true and which is false. But those people - those who have just experienced a huge blow, cannot recover from the pain.
People who have come out of pain don’t want a formal, comic
It is not a long farewell, but a complete replacement. In the beginning, they will not make too many demands on this fake, because they need to fill the vacancy in their hearts. In the long run, they cannot be restrained by the phantom of the past.
Face reality and move towards the future..."
Wenying's expression seemed to understand, and she didn't say anything for the time being. Han Sheng suppressed his anger, glared at her, said a few words, then turned around and continued walking forward.
"If you look for imitations like that to replace your parents, they will feel sorry for you."
Wenying felt a lump in her throat. She wanted to say something, but she still couldn't open her mouth. Jiaomo took her hand and followed the two people silently. Xie Zhe was not good at dealing with these things. He just felt that from now on
Everything that happened early on was too ridiculous.
After walking a few steps, they arrived at the place mentioned by the inn's cashier. This was really a simple store. On the left was the largest pharmacy in the town, and on the right was the onmyoji's magic weapon. Both stores were better than the ones in the middle.
The storefront needs to be big and clean, but the store in the middle has neither a sign nor a decent door. There is only half a dark blue dirty curtain hanging at the door. I don’t know what to do when the strong wind blows up the dust and leaves.
"Is this really here..." Qianying didn't want to go in.
"This is what he said, so it should be right."
With that said, Jiaomo took a step forward and felt a cold atmosphere inside. Hanzhang was afraid of something unexpected, so he walked over and opened the curtain and came into the room. Others followed one after another. The room was dark.
, this is really strange, as if a thin curtain can cut off all the light, and there is no separate light in the room. There is a faint basement smell in the air, I can't tell whether it is the smell of dust or moisture.
musty smell.
"Is there no one?"
"There's no light either..."
As they were talking, Hanzhang lit the fox fire, and three active flames completely illuminated the room. The place was too small, the fox fire was like three small suns, and he had to extinguish two of them. In a place like this,
We can't even accommodate four people moving side by side.
Na, they could only stagger. There was a shelf next to it, which could be knocked down if not careful. Xie Zhe noticed that there were many carving knives of different shapes and several different brushes placed on it. The other floors were also placed randomly.
I bought some bamboo rackets, ox horn slices and so on.
"It's all potter's work."
"Hey, there's a door in here."
Wenying was already standing inside. The terrain of this space was very narrow, like a long corridor. Hanshang's firelight could not shine into this place for the time being, so Wenying lit a blue-white flame between his fingers.
Under such lighting, they did see a complete door. Han Chang walked forward and looked at his friends hesitantly. Xie Zhe and Jiao Mo both nodded in agreement, and then he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
No one responded.
Han Chang frowned and put his ear to it. Everyone asked him what he heard, but he couldn't hear anything he said. Just when he was about to turn his face away from the door, the door suddenly opened, almost making him stumble. Xie Ze
I feel that I have the right to gloat at this moment.
However, it was definitely not the right time. Although the door was opened, there was no one there, as if it opened on its own initiative. A wave of scorching hot air hit my face, which was more painful than the street exposed to the sun at noon, and it also carried a
It smelled earthy. After all, this was indoors, and the heat was trapped inside. They all stood up straight, looked around, and found that this place was much brighter and more spacious.
There was a kiln in the house, but it was not in operation. Otherwise, they might have been able to see the black smoke from outside. There was a naked man lying on the ground beside him, and the four of them were shocked when they first saw it.
But they quickly realized that this was not a person, but a clay doll lying on the ground. It had a peaceful expression and fine wrinkles on its face, like an old man sleeping peacefully. Although it was still the original color of clay, its ingenious workmanship
The craftsmanship will still confuse the viewer at first sight.
Their eyes were all attracted to the dummy, but then Xie Zhe noticed that there was clearly another person next to the dummy.
The man was hunched over and looked old, even older than the man he carved. The wrinkles on his face were like the cross-sections of the mountains, and the hunched back seemed to be filled with pillows under his clothes. He
gray
His hair is very sparse, like a wasteland with only scattered withered grass left after winter. He looks old, but he has a pair of extremely stable hands. He is holding a trimming knife and carving the wrinkles on the back of the puppet's hands little by little.
.
"Is this...a miracle doctor?" Qianying couldn't believe it.
No matter how you look at it, he looks like a craftsman, and the word "doctor" really doesn't go together. What's more, no matter whether it is the corridor outside or the earthen kiln here, there is no place like a herbal cabinet. Although the white-haired old man went up
Despite his age, his ears still seemed to be working well. He turned his head and glanced at Wenying. His eyes were so deep that it was hard to see clearly, like two dark bottomless pits.
"Cough, cough..."
He seemed to want to speak, but his throat was stuck. He turned his head and coughed continuously for a long time. It was deafening. The noise was so loud that it almost shook the dust from the room. They looked at this scary old man worriedly, and he finally stopped.
He coughed, stood up, and staggered closer to them step by step. There was a strange sense of oppression in this small body, making them take a small step back. Only Han Chang stood there, frowning and looking at this person.
White-haired old man.
The old man was not tall, and was stooped. He looked like a child when he stood in front of him. He raised his head hard and looked at Han Shang. From the side, his neck was almost broken. The old man sniffed, and there was something under his chest.
He sniffed, then turned his head and sniffed the people behind him. Then, he said in a voice as hoarse as burning firewood:
"evildoer."
"..."
It is true that only Xie Zhe is an ordinary person, but when these words come out of his mouth, it is really a bit humiliating. Before Han Sheng can ask clearly, he puts his hands away again and turns around, still holding the knife between his fingers.
Repairing the blank knife. Several people hesitated and made eye contact repeatedly. Xie Zhe finally took a few steps forward on behalf of his friends and walked to the old man's side.
"I heard that you have a special skill that allows you to revive your soul. Is this... true or false?"
The old man did not answer immediately, and was still making modifications on the puppet's wrist. He asked Xie Ze in a hoarse voice:
"Guess who this is?"
Xie Zhe looked at it, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I just recognized her as an old woman in her sixties."
"Several guests who have come from afar... I tell you that this is the mother of a filial son. This mother has a hard life. The child has never seen his father since he was born, and it depends on the mother's hand. The son looks like this
Big, although not mixed out
What a famous person, he is still living in this small town, but he knows how hard it is to be a mother. When his mother was old and had not fulfilled her filial piety, she passed away. So he came to visit the old man and begged the old man to take care of his mother.
Bring it back to the human world..."
Several people said nothing. Although this is indeed a touching story, but...
Han Chang said lightly: "What a selfish son."
The old man raised his head and glanced at him.
"oh?"
"You may have heard the story of the Hundred Skeleton Lord." Han Shan continued, "The most important point is, do the dead want to come back? All the puppets you make are just imitating the behavior of the living.
They can speak but cannot express their opinions. In the final analysis, they are just zombies and have never had real feelings. What you satisfy is just the selfish desires of the living."
"Young master is right." The old man nodded and continued to modify the clay puppet, "But what I do is a business of living people. It is never the dead that need to be said seriously, but the living."
Xie Zhe said: "Since you said so, we also understand. We can't say you are wrong, but this way..."
"I think this is a personal choice." The old man adjusted the posture of holding the knife, "No one should interfere."
They stood here awkwardly, always wanting to refute something, but not knowing how to refute it. Wenying stepped forward curiously, squatted opposite the old man, and looked at his sculpted arms. The texture of the skin was very detailed, as if it were the next moment.
She would move her little finger and sit up. Wenying didn't feel scared, she just felt novel. She asked the old man:
"Is your soul method really so magical this time? Do you have to carve the embryo exactly like it was before life so that the soul can reside in it?"
The old man said without raising his head: "Little girl, you think too simply. How to harmonize the soil is very important."
"Is there a secret to the technique? And what kind of formations should be set up in the process, what kind of spiritual power should be injected..."
"Hey, you girl, are you trying to steal some skills from me?" The old man stopped.
Wenying waved her hands repeatedly: "How is this possible? It sounds very difficult, and I wasn't very good at kneading mud when I was a child. It's really difficult for me to do this."
Han Chang and the others suddenly understood something, and they stopped making any sound or movement, trying their best to pretend they didn't exist.
