A vague shadow stood in front of the grave in the darkness.
The shadow was shrouded in a dark cloak, with its back to Ding Xiaoyi, as if looking at the tombstone in a daze.
Ding Xiaoyi made no move, but became wary in his heart.
After all, someone just wanted his own life.
Quietly awakening his spiritual energy, he glanced around, only to find that he could not feel the spiritual energy fluctuations on the other person's body.
“Ordinary people??”
Of course not, I'm afraid the other party has completely hidden his aura.
The other party seemed to have noticed Ding Xiaoyi and looked back. Only then did Ding Xiaoyi notice that this person had a very special mask on his face.
The mask does not have any patterns, only black lines, making the mask look more like geometric shapes.
When he saw this mask, he thought of a person for no reason.
【Strange Saint】
It's so similar, it's really similar, the mask is almost the same as the one in the photo, it's just old and new.
However, he only had conjectures and suspicions, but was not sure.
After all, I had just read the information and found out that the Holy Ghost had disappeared, and there was no news about the missing person, and there was no information at all.
Even in the union's files, there is only such a title, and other information is completely blank.
The other party looked at Old Man Chen behind Ding Xiaoyi through the mask, and stood aside silently, without speaking or making any movements.
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi was wary of him, but made an indifferent look on his face and walked to the coffin.
After gently pushing open the coffin lid, he placed Old Man Chen, who was not yet rigor mortis, in the coffin.
Inside the coffin, there were some other bits and pieces.
For example, old man Chen made a pot made of leaves, as well as a small bamboo basket, and some bits and pieces of seasonings.
It's so simple that it's ridiculous.
Oh, as for the poems Mr. Chen had memorized, he had no intention of putting them in. After all, he still had to take them back.
As for the photo, after much thought, Ding Xiaoyi still put the photo in the coffin.
Returning to Chaimu's new home, everything is a new beginning.
There is no hatred, no intrigues, old man Chen is just there to accompany him at ease, be a housekeeper for himself, and just be a leisurely old man.
Just like the words my grandfather left to me: "Look forward."
I didn’t know how to put on makeup, so I had to simply tidy up Old Man Chen’s appearance.
At this time, the masked man stepped forward and walked around the coffin. When he walked in front of him, he silently bowed to him.
It made me feel a little overwhelmed.
After bowing, the masked man stood aside, as if he was still waiting for him to bury Old Man Chen.
"Master, this guy seems to be here just to attend the funeral."
The jade ring finger probably showed some clues, because the behavior of the masked man just now was the mourning ceremony that guests would do when Xia people were buried.
It's a pity that the Xia people have long forgotten the rules passed down from generation to generation, and everything has been simplified a lot.
Of course, I still selectively forgot about the part of the mourning ceremony where family members have to kowtow to the guests to thank them.
Realizing that the other party seemed to have no ill intentions, Ding Xiaoyi no longer paid special attention to the other party.
After closing the coffin, follow the method mentioned by Mr. Chen before and add nails to the top of the coffin.
Pick up the shovel and start filling in the soil.
At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly noticed that the masked man took out something from his cloak.
"gun!"
Seeing the dark hole, Ding Xiaoyi's first thought was that the other party was going to kill him.
His face changed instantly, and he was immediately ready to wake up his meatballs.
Fortunately, at this time, Yu Luzhi realized that he had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "Master, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, that is not a gun, but... a suona!"
“Suona??”
Ding Xiaoyi scratched his head. He had heard of the flute and tried playing the flute. What was the suona?
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's confused face, Yu Lianzhi felt sad for a while, feeling that in this era, the Xia people had preserved too little inheritance.
“The suona is the soul of our Xia people!”
It feels that it is very necessary for its master to popularize the excellent inheritance of the Xia people.
"I didn't recognize the sound of the suona when I first heard it, but when I heard it again, I felt like I was in a coffin. Master, this suona is for the living to listen to, and it is also played for the dead. It is an inheritance that we Xia people cannot break!"
Seeing that it was rare for Jade Ring to say something so solemn, Ding Xiaoyi believed him for a while.
I'm just curious about what kind of musical instrument suona is.
The masked man ignored Ding Xiaoyi and stood aside, taking off the movable jaw mechanism of the mask.
Showing her pink lips, she casually placed the suona to her lips.
As the first cry of the suona came, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a tremor all over his body, and he felt goosebumps all over his body.
How to describe it in that sentence?
It’s like complaining and crying!
The sharp, high-pitched sound seemed to penetrate directly into the soul through the eardrums.
Accompanied by the sound of the masked man playing the suona, a low sad music echoed in the mountains and forests.
Every syllable reveals a sense of sadness and sorrow, as if someone is crying or someone is playing.
Indescribable loneliness and coolness.
I was in a good mood at first, but when I listened to the music, I felt an inexplicable soreness in my nose.
However, at this time, the low syllable suddenly changed.
Just listen to the syllables rising rapidly, and the entire rhythm and style of music completely change.
The change was so fast that people were caught off guard.
"Hey, a hundred birds are paying homage to the phoenix! Is there anyone who knows this song now??"
Jade Ring is also surprised, but what surprises it is that in this Xia people have lost most of their inheritance, there are still people who can play such a difficult song, which is really surprising.
"Squeak...squeak, squeak, squeak~~"
The music played faster and faster, and Ding Xiaoyi faintly heard the sounds of birds in it. There seemed to be many kinds of sounds, but he didn't recognize them. There was even the sound of roosters.
It's just that the pace is fast and even a little cheerful.
"Is this bad music?"
Ding Xiaoyi finally couldn't help but asked Yu Lianzhi.
Old Chen let it go. He didn't feel too sad about Old Chen's death, and even felt a little happy and excited in his heart.
Because he wanted to take Old Man Chen back to Chaimu New Bureau.
But if it were an ordinary family, and a relative passed away, would it be... too much to play such cheerful music?
Facing Ding Xiaoyi's confusion, Yu Luzhi felt contempt in his heart, but he still explained in a patient tone: "Master, this is the real bad music, great music is great bad music, you listen carefully..."
The highest state of art is to show two sides of one thing, or even more.
After he listened carefully, he found that, sure enough, the birds' chirping turned into a cry of blood.
The crowing of a rooster is more like a low cry.
As the music gets faster, the distinction between sadness and joy gradually becomes blurred. I feel happy when I hear it at first, but sad when I listen carefully.
Ding Xiaoyi was a little drunk for a moment.
Until the last sound of birds chirping, the sharp and mournful sound echoed in the mountains and fields, causing the birds in the mountains and fields to resonate together for a long time...
The people dispersed.
After the masked man finished playing the suona, he quickly turned around and left without saying a single word from beginning to end.
It seems that the purpose of coming here is just to play a suona for Old Man Chen.
I originally wanted to ask the other party's identity.
He just opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to ask.
I could only watch the opponent's figure gradually disappear into the jungle, then filled in the last handful of soil and erected the stone monument.
Ding Xiaoyi then noticed that in the lower left corner of the stone tablet, there was an extra line of small words appearing at some point.
[Goddaughter: Mu Wandi]
This line of small characters was obviously just engraved.
"Goddaughter? Haven't you heard Old Man Chen say that??"
Ding Xiaoyi felt depressed for a while, but he didn't think much about it. After remembering the name, he planned to go back to Huangquan and ask Old Man Chen. By then, he would know everything.
Take it upon yourself to take the final step, after the tombstone is erected.
Ding Xiaoyi patted the mud on his hands, looked back and saw that dawn had broken in the sky.
A ray of light shone from a distance, and the sea of flowers in front of him swayed with the wind. The bright red sea rolled up pieces of petals, dancing in the air with the wind.
Ding Xiaoyi looked back at Old Chen's tombstone.
The previous generation is withering away, and the older generations are gradually passing away.
And a new generation of new people is rising rapidly.
It is conceivable that in the future, a great world may really appear.
But Mr. Chen will definitely see a great age, and he will take him to see with his own eyes what kind of era it is.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his mind couldn't help but think of the information that the old man of the Wang family gave him tonight.
I don’t know when, but the idea of leaving the protected area began to form in my mind.
And this idea is becoming more and more intense the more I think about it.
"Perhaps, I should also go and see what kind of world is outside!"
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi looked at the rays of the sun. Under the morning light, he saw one person and one monument standing on the top of the mountain, as if telling an ending and a new beginning...