Revlon

Xiaoyue slept very lightly, the noise of the environment was mixed with the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly saw a person standing in front of him.

The man was a thin old man, wearing rain cape, holding a half white candle in his hand, squatting in front of Xiaoyue, the candlelight was shining on his old bark-like face.

With his back against the wall, Xiao Yue couldn't retreat, his pupils suddenly dilated: "Who are you!"

The candle flames flickered in the wind, and in this kind of place, Xiaoyue didn't know if the person who appeared suddenly was an enemy or a friend, or even whether he was a human or a ghost.

The old man stood up, and the place where he stood was puddled with water, reflecting the yellowed candlelight.

He took off his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and his blue shirt was neat and tidy. Although he was old, his spine was still straight, as if he was completely clean.

Xiaoyue looked at him with trepidation, and heard him say: "Young man, you should ask the old man, who are you, and why are you in such an unlucky place?"

The old man's tone was low, and there was an indescribable sense of command between the lines.

Xiaoyue watched him skillfully hang up the coir raincoat and open the closet, his heart sank slightly hanging in his throat.

Is he... the keeper?

The old man glanced at Xiaoyue, thinking he looked like a fool: "Young man, you just don't know the depth, don't you know that people can't live in this kind of place?"

It was only then that Xiaoyue came to his senses and got up quickly. It was he who came uninvited and broke into someone else's territory, but...but he really didn't know that there were actually people living here.

Xiaoyue excused himself and said, "I'm sorry old man, I...I didn't know you lived here, so I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Xiaoyue walked vigorously towards the gate.

He didn't know why he was in such a hurry to leave, the old man inadvertently gave off a strong sense of oppression, and Xiao Yue instinctively felt that he shouldn't be an eyesore by staying here.

But the old gentleman stopped him: "Wait."

Not lightly, not seriously, Xiaoyue stretched his left foot back after stepping out of the threshold.

"The old man didn't chase you away, where do you want to go?"

Thunder and lightning dyed the whole world blue, Xiaoyue stood at the door, looking at the wind and rain outside the forest: "I don't know."

"Those people outside arrested you, right?"

"..." Xiao Yue suddenly turned around with a surprised expression.

The old man put on a new candle and put on a blue lantern, and the flame stopped dancing: "Unless there is no other way out, who wants to come to this dead place in the middle of the night, if you go out now, you will end up dead."

It turned out to be the case.

Xiao Yue breathed a sigh of relief: "But if my captors find this place, you will be implicated by me."

"I'm afraid of being implicated by you, so I won't keep you."

"..."

"Just wait, this place is unlucky, no one will come to search."

Xiao Yue said "Thank you" and squatted back to the wall.

The blue lanterns lit on the table are for the dead to go on the road, so as to illuminate the way to the underworld, but Xiaoyue didn't feel creepy when he looked at it.

The old gentleman looked at his roots, he didn't look like an ordinary village keeper, but rather a capable person who had been in a high position for a long time.

But... how could he live in this Yizhuang.

Xiaoyue watched him take out a bowl of steamed buns from the wooden closet, and asked tentatively, "Mr., are you here alone? Where are your relatives?"

The old man was not about to look at him: "People who work in our business are all lonely people with hard fate, where are relatives from?"

He said and threw a piece of white flour steamed bun to Xiaoyue: "Eat some."

The old man's strength was exaggerated, Xiaoyue underestimated his strength for a while, and almost missed him.

Steamed buns... Xiaoyue doesn't like pasta, and the most hungry time has passed, and he has almost no appetite.

"Don't you like the ghost food here?" The old man sat beside the narrow incense table, slowly took out a small pot of wine from his arms, "If you don't eat it, come back."

When Xiaoyue heard this, he quickly took a bite.

He doesn't feel hungry, but his body definitely needs energy, so he can't miss this steamed bun.

The old gentleman glanced at him and didn't look at him again, but soon there was a strange sob in his ear.

Xiao Yue cried.

He gnawed on the steamed bun, tears falling silently.

The old man's tone remained the same: "Why are you crying?"

The steamed bun was biting in his mouth, rough and hard, almost hard to swallow, Xiaoyue swallowed with difficulty, looked at the steamed bun in his hand, feeling sad: "I met someone, and then I did something wrong, but I couldn't do anything to make it up. "

"Did you hurt someone?"

"I want to save people." Xiaoyue cried and laughed, "But because of this, more people lost their lives, and many people's lives became...broken...in a mess..."

"Hmph, you young men, stubborn."

Xiaoyue took another mouthful of dry steamed buns: "...I was wrong."

The old man said: "The ones who took their lives were greedy and malicious people. You are just powerless, so what is the crime?"

"What if someone dies because of me?"

"As long as your heart is kind, right or wrong is someone else's business."

...just be kind.

It was the first time for Xiaoyue to feel that kindness is the most useless thing in this world.

Especially for a mediocre and incompetent person like him, who has a kind heart but lacks the ability to be kind, it is undoubtedly self-torture.

The old man put down the jug, pulled out a bamboo board from under the coffin, and unfolded it into a reclining chair: "Human nature is free, kindness is innocent, and giving up kindness is also innocent. What you want, what you don't want, is not as good as what you want. Nothing is as good as peace of mind, since I have tried my best, why are there those sorrows, mediocrity."

Xiaoyue looked at the people on the reclining chairs, and always felt that these conversations were really not like a village keeper.

Yi Zhuang is a dirty land, and the people who receive Yi Zhuang are often old widows who have never studied, and they are forced to do this kind of work that no one is willing to do.

But this old man is clearly so simple and noble.

Xiao Yue had some doubts about his identity.

But he obviously has no hostility towards Xiaoyue.From what he said just now, he was even enlightening and guiding Xiaoyue, although the tone and words were a bit harsh.

Xiao Yue didn't understand: "Mr., you know I'm a dangerous person, but you still keep me because you choose to be kind?"

The old man closed his eyes and said: "Good and evil are born when one thought is born, and when one thought is extinguished, the epiphyllum blooms and thank you at the same time. People, you can look back, but don't go back."

"..."

Xiaoyue is not talking anymore, the wind and rain outside the house are getting worse, and the house is dimly lit.

One thought arises, one thought dies...

The two cannot coexist.

Xiao Yue gnawed on the remaining half of the steamed bun, and suddenly understood what it means that you can't have both.

Qi Chenhe feels at ease... Maybe it's Xiaoyue's fish and bear's paw.

The end of insatiable greed is like this, one loses everything.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

It's too late.

Xiaoyue's pupils reflected the faint blue candlelight, and there were fine pieces of frost between his brows and eyes.

This old man... Maybe he also had an unforgettable past, which made him give up the shackles of the world, hide in the dead man's land, and seek this deathly peace.

But Xiaoyue can't be as peaceful as he said.

Xiaoyue's sense of guilt made him feel terrified... Maybe no matter where he hides, as long as he still remembers these memories, it will be difficult for him to live with peace of mind.

But he didn't care about those, those pains belonged to the future, he had to live now, he wanted to save his life and go back to save his Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao is still waiting for him in reincarnation.

Xiaoyue forced himself to close his eyes and sleep, he could no longer exhaust his physical strength and energy, it was a difficult journey out of the city to Sanliting from here.

He needs to recharge his batteries.

But he just fell asleep, and it should not be long before he was woken up.

"Wake up!!"

The old man shook Xiaoyue's shoulders.

Xiaoyue opened his eyes, and heard the sound of messy horseshoes and neighing, accompanied by wind and rain whizzing from the woods outside, and even the ground trembled slightly.

Xiao Yue got up suddenly, his first reaction was not to hurt the old man.

He looked around quickly and ran towards the open window?

The old gentleman grabbed his shoulder: "You can't escape if you go out like this."

Xiaoyue knows the speed of the iron cavalry, but...

"come over."

Before Xiao Yue could react, he was pulled to a black wooden coffin.

The old gentleman pushed open the coffin lid: "Lie down."

"... "

"quick."

Xiao Yue turned over and lay down in the coffin without hesitation.

With a sound, the coffin lid stopped at the place just covering his neck, completely exposing his torso.

He was shocked, and wanted to ask why he didn't cover it tightly, but the old man shouted in a low voice: "Don't make a sound!"

A handful of ghost paper was thrown in, Xiaoyue lowered his breath, heard the sound of horseshoes stepping into the yard, and there was the sound of messy footsteps, and rushed straight into the Yizhuang.

Xiaoyue couldn't see what was going on outside, so he could only hold his breath and concentrate——

The sound of the canvas unfolding sounded.

"Ever met this man?"

The old gentleman's voice was still neither humble nor overbearing: "There are only dead people here."

There was a brief silence outside, and the officers and soldiers yelled, "Search for me!"

Yizhuang's coffins were opened one by one from the left side, and the wind passed through the hall, and Xiaoyue even smelled the stench of corpses.

His heart was clenched so hard it almost jumped out of his mouth.

The sound of coffin boards was getting closer and closer, and the sound of footsteps was also getting closer, Xiao Yue was so nervous that he didn't even dare to clench his fists.

Suddenly, footsteps stopped beside his coffin.

The tall shadow pressed into the coffin from top to bottom, pressing on Xiaoyue's body, but the coffin lid was not pushed away for a long time.

Xiaoyue's nerves stretched like a string that was about to break.

The man suddenly asked, "Why is the coffin not covered?"

"This one was just delivered today. There was no matchmaker, and the bead was secretly tied. After being abandoned, he swallowed gold and died. He has a lot of resentment, and he is trying to appease him."

"Humph! Pretending to be a ghost!"

Putting the lid on the coffin with those hands, Xiao Yue even stopped breathing suddenly.

The coffin lid was pushed little by little, and the light entered the coffin, illuminating Xiaoyue's collar, neck, along his chin, to his lips...

"That's it!!"

Xu Shi was also afraid of being entangled by the resentful ghost, and the coffin lid was not completely pushed away.

The officers and soldiers withdrew from Yizhuang, the sound of horseshoes quickly disappeared, and Xiaoyue's heart immediately returned to normal beating.

The old man knocked on his coffin board: "Come out."

Xiao Yue peeled off the ghost paper on his chest, sat up, with a serious look on his face: "Are you really the keeper of the village?"

Xiaoyue is sure that he is definitely not the keeper of the village.

Just now he had no fear in the face of officers and soldiers. This is not the reaction of ordinary people.

The old man turned around to look at him, was silent for a moment, and said, "Young people, don't be so curious. It's not fun to ask around."

"..." Xiaoyue rolled over and got off the ground, and was about to ask questions when the old man turned around suddenly, with a sharp voice: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, you continue to pretend to be dead tomorrow, and I will take you out of the city."

Xiao Yue insisted: "You are not the keeper of the village!"

"I said, don't be curious."

As the old man said, he turned around and left, Xiaoyue grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull the collar behind his neck.

The old man pushed him away and said angrily, "What are you doing!"

Xiao Yue: "Let me see the tattoo on the back of your neck."

The old gentleman flicked his wide sleeves: "Hmph. I don't know how to live or die."

Xiaoyue still wanted to hold him, but he sideways avoided Xiaoyue's hand, and without looking back, he sank into the wind and rain outside the courtyard, and disappeared under the thick night.

At a speed that Xiaoyue couldn't stop at all.