Cheng Moji

When the sun was setting and the sun was sinking in the west, a jackdaw passed by in the distance, startling Gu Hong to catch a glimpse.

A shabby old woman, leaning on a crutch that was already bare, was walking on the road towards the witch temple, endless steps with no end in sight, and finally reached the witch temple.The door of the empty shaman temple was half open, and the old woman was about to step into the door when she suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, screaming out in pain.

A little boy came by and asked, "Mother-in-law, how are you doing?"

The mother-in-law was so painful that she couldn't stand upright, she glanced into the witch temple out of the corner of her eye, and saw a figure on the window grilles illuminated by candlelight moving slowly towards it.The man walked in gradually in the night, and said: "Today is not an open day, I don't know what your mother-in-law is doing here."

The mother-in-law continued to cry and said: "Please help me to sit down first, and I will explain the details slowly."

The man said: "Little boy, help this lady to sit on the high steps here."

After waiting for a short while, the strange woman's pain gradually disappeared.Then he began to speak with difficulty: "I have a letter here, which was entrusted by a distant neighbor. I must send it to you." After speaking, he took out an envelope from his pocket, which was full of The wrinkles and greasyness are from the old woman's hands.

The man hesitated for a moment, then took the envelope and walked into the light of the house, and looked at it.I saw the handwriting on the envelope, which was familiar and scribbled - "Last Letter". After a little hesitation, I slowly pulled out the letter paper inside and read it.

After seeing the first paragraph, his hands twitched, and his eyes seemed to shake.When my mind was settled, I read it carefully from the first paragraph in detail, chewing on thousands of handwriting, in a daze...

The mother-in-law outside interrupted the silence in the house with two "cough coughs", and the man came out and asked the mother-in-law, "Is there anything else the owner of this letter wants to explain?"

"The person said that she wants me to take you to a place you have never been to. This will be the last time you meet. She told you in person." The woman replied slowly.

"Did she explain where?" the man asked.

"You'll know when you get there." The woman forcefully got up and walked with all her strength, her steps were slow, so the man stopped asking and followed her bumpy steps.The mother-in-law said very little, but only led him to the dark distance.

"What does the last time mean?" The man was full of confusion and curiosity. He couldn't help savoring these words carefully. At the same time, he also felt that the ending was coming, with a little anxiety and anticipation, mixed flavors.

The night was blurred, gradually blurring the black eyes.

Leng Xin changed into a peasant's clothes, walked into the shaman temple in a simple and natural way, and went straight to the dark room, looking for the old man.Walking into that elegantly furnished room, the friend was already waiting.

He said coldly: I think, I have a clue to the information you want. Tonight, the night is quiet, and we will gather at the pavilion on the top of the mountain.After speaking, Leng Xin seemed to be very weak, and coughed with her hands on her chest.

The man seemed concerned: Are you injured?

"It's okay, it's just that I've lost my temper and walked a little slower." said coldly.

The man looked carefully at Leng Xin's face, his face was pale and slightly sweaty, his chest breathing was slightly difficult, it really seemed to be injured.

"So I have to go to the meeting place ahead of time." She turned around and was about to set off.

The man hesitated and said: Why is it at the top of the mountain in the middle of the night?