The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

Ganqing locked herself in her room without eating for a whole day, until the evening, when Hei Hei knocked on the door and forcefully dragged Qianqing to eat.

The hall was brightly lit, and the meals were the same as the previous two days.Chew it like dry wood, but you can't taste it.

Everyone is there, but the mute will never come back.

"Don't you think it's too strange?" Wu Bai's voice trembled slightly, he was holding the rice bowl with one hand, but he couldn't hold it, "Sister Mute's death is so strange! How on earth—"

Feng Jiuniang snarled: "What's wrong? Is it obvious? That bastard Muxu did a good job!"

Ganqing was stunned when he heard that, indeed, only Mushu was in the room at that time, and it was still covered in blood.

Feng Jiuniang snorted coldly, and continued: "Mute brought Mushu in while he was cooking soup, that damned wolf! It's a wolf, how can it see the broth? Poor dumb..."

Just as Qian Qing was about to refute, Wu Bai suddenly stood up and yelled loudly: "How could it be Mushu, it's so small!"

Qu Ze also answered in a low voice: "The scar looks weird, it's not like—"

Feng Jiuniang slapped the table and sneered, "An animal is an animal, can it still be a human being? Mute entered the house alone, and died for no reason. Look at the wound, it was clearly bitten by an animal. It must have been bitten by an animal. My son's throat—"

"Don't even talk about it!" Qian Qing interrupted sharply.

Feng Jiuniang was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned pale with anger: "You are a poor scholar passing by, what kind of onion are you? We are doomed to meet you. Once you, the plague god, come, how can this village have a peaceful life?" ?”

Seeing this, Qu Ze hurriedly persuaded the fight: "We will stay for a few days, and then we will leave!"

"Leave? I wish you could leave now!" Feng Jiuniang raised her eyebrows and said viciously.

Ganqing was upset, Feng Jiuniang could not afford to offend her, so she stared coldly and furiously: "I'm so unlucky! You can't even go to the capital if you come to such a ghostly place, who knows what kind of unclean people you recruited in your village thing!"

Qianqing's tone was indeed too much, Feng Jiuniang slapped the table and cursed: "You don't know what is good or bad! We treat you with good food and drink, but you don't know how to repay your kindness. Our good intentions are all in vain. Feed the dog! This winter, if we hadn't kindly kept you, I'm afraid you would have been buried—"

Qianqing jumped up, as if about to start a fight.Feng Jiuniang shrank back in fear and stopped talking.Gan Qing flicked his sleeves, but some pieces of silver were flung out, not much, but scattered on the table like snowflakes.There was only a tinkling sound, and the shattered silver rolled on the old tabletop, as if a peerless beauty was lying on the barren hill, and this bright and strong light caught everyone's eyes.

Qu Ze panicked: "Master Xia, what are you doing!"

Feng Jiuniang just stared blankly at the silver coins, as if she had never seen them before.

Ganqing strode to the door, held back his anger and sneered: "I won't need you to serve me for long, remember to shut up in the future."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door with a bang, and strode back to the bedroom.

The night breeze is slightly cool, the dark clouds have dispersed, and the bright moon hangs high.

Ganqing lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, he regretted it.

I have been in this village for more than a few days, but I haven't slept well all day.He was extremely regretful at this moment, not because of his excessive words and deeds, or his sarcasm just now, but because of why he threw away that handful of money.It's not like he doesn't know that Feng Jiuniang is greedy for money.It's really inappropriate to scatter so much money all at once.

If not done well...it will bring disaster——

The lonely leaves in the cold weather chase the snow,

The wind flutters and makes people worry.

Walls of mud fall to dust,

Sin comes out of the mouth and disaster strikes.

Ganqing closed his eyes, turned over again, and felt angry when he thought of "making a lottery".I will leave tomorrow, and if I fail to achieve success, I will leave tomorrow.What about steep mountains, what about vertical cliffs!Simply bet on this little life.I don't know if it will take another year of the monkey to spend it in the village, I'm afraid something will happen again.

The weather is very cold, and the charcoal fire in the house is burning very well.The charcoal fire should have been arranged by Feng Jiuniang, but today there was a big quarrel, she didn't like it or annoy her, and asked Hei Hei to bring the charcoal fire, which is really strange.

Ganqing listened to the sound of the charcoal fire, and a dumb face slowly appeared in front of his eyes.She is like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, a silent dream... Why did she die?It's unbelievable.

He felt a tightness in his chest, turned over and pushed open the window.The moonlight is bright, clear and sprinkled into the house.Ganqing sucked in the cold night air, lying on the window and looking out.

In the distance, the dumb white sarcophagus is clearly visible.

Just when he was in a daze, a figure flashed.It was the figure of a young girl, wearing single clothes, walking slowly.

Ganqing squinted his eyes to see clearly that it was a water cloud.

If he hadn't seen the face clearly, Qian Qing would not have believed it.She walked too slowly, not as lively and vigorous as usual.She holds a pine branch in her hand, dessert.

Qianqing watched curiously, but saw her gently sitting on the ground, carefully arranging the snacks; then picked up a pine branch, and swept the frost off the sarcophagus.Qian Qing couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could see that she kept wiping her eyes with her sleeve.After the snow was cleared, Shuiyun stood there like an ice sculpture.A moment later, she lay down on the coffin to cover her face, her whole body was limp and trembling uncontrollably.

She cried, maybe because she was afraid of disturbing people's dreams, she cried silently.

Shuiyun was originally an illegitimate child, and she and Mute were sisters, but it was not justified.During the day, although Shuiyun called Mister Mute, he did so with everyone else.The evil debts of the previous generation are left on the child. Although Shuiyun is strong, he is only a child. When his only relative dies, he can only cry silently in the dark night.

Ganqing sighed softly, such a young child would have to worry about going to his sister's grave.

The moonlight washed everything white.Human beings are insignificant, yet under the shadow of death, they are so vulnerable, like flying snow, what should be changed will be what should be changed, and what should not be there will be nothing.

Ganqing didn't want to look any more, so he closed the window gently.Back on the bed curled up in a ball, drowsy, and fell asleep under a kind of shadow.

Not long after, he woke up from the cold, and opened his eyes to find that the pale moonlight entered the house, and the windows were blown open by the wind and were trembling slightly.The ground is sprinkled with moonlight like water, shaking due to the shaking of the window, like the surface of a lake that is wrinkled by the wind and flickers.

Ganqing closes the window, dazedly intends to climb into bed and continue to sleep, but suddenly thinks in his heart, what about Shuiyun?

After thinking about it again, I decided to go back.But Qianqing was still worried, turned his head and pushed open the window, only to see Shuiyun sleeping on the ground in front of the sarcophagus, curled up into a ball, as if he fell asleep after crying tired.

Unable to bear it, he took his clothes and went out, intending to take Shuiyun back to sleep.

When he stepped forward, he realized something was wrong.The cold wind woke him up, and Qian Qing looked at the water clouds in the distance.

The clothes on her body seemed to be different from what she was wearing before.After thinking about it, I guess I made a mistake.

The white sarcophagus became paler and paler under the moonlight, and the small figure of Shuiyun lay in the shadow of the sarcophagus under the moonlight, as if he had been blessed by the moon god, blended into nature, and fell asleep peacefully

Qian Qing stepped forward, trying to wake her up.After all, men and women can't kiss each other, so Qianqing can't take her back.

He stretched out his hand and felt that Shuiyun's skin was icy cold.

This kind of coldness is piercing and unreasonable, as if something is felt, or something bad is about to happen.After a shock, a terrible thought engulfed him.

The author has something to say: I wish my character burst QAQ! 80+!