Chunyin

After I suspected that I had misheard, Zhuang Heng stuck out his tongue expressionlessly and licked his lips on the street with people coming and going, then glanced at me, and asked again firmly: "Why did you lick me?"

Unexpected things just happened.After many years, I saw Zhuang Heng again, and the first conversation happened, the topic of discussion was "Why should I lick him".

Indeed, it was a bit strange.

But Zhuang Heng's tone was very flat, very serious, and it was taken for granted. He thought he had definitely grasped the point. He skipped the fact that I was a ghost, skipped the "Cangya Cave" I asked, and skipped the question on the ear. Looking at the painful tooth marks, in these frightening conflicts step by step, I caught this inexplicable detail.

With a calm expression, he stated again: "You licked me."

Three people become tigers.When a question is repeated three times, the absurdity and jokes are eliminated, and it becomes reasonable.

I was bluffed by him, so I admitted it sternly: "Yes. I licked you."

He asked, "Why?"

I thought very seriously: "Ordinary people lick something because they are curious about what it tastes like."

"how about you?"

Then I turned my eyes to him again, and the yellow umbrella covered his face as if filtering through the sky light and mist.His hair is black, the skin behind his ears is snow-white, and his ears are also beautiful. There is a red line printed on the pinnae of his ears from the tooth marks in the yellow mist, like a mysterious totem, with a hint of secret temptation.The fishy-sweet taste that infiltrated into the mouth just now has dissipated, and now aftertaste, it seems to be a little sweet.

On a rainy spring day, he stood quietly in the bustling market for a long time, waiting for my answer.

I said, "Of course I'm curious too."

"Curious what?"

"I wonder who you are." I said, "You pretend to be deaf and dumb, so I have to bite if I can't ask, lick if I can't bite, lick if I can't..."

He looked over again: "What if you can't lick it?"

"I can't do anything if I can't lick it. I'm resigned to fate." I smiled awkwardly, "Zhuang Heng, being a human is very different from being a ghost. I'm very resigned to my fate now."

"You call me Zhuang Heng." He smiled very shallowly, and said lightly, "You bite me and lick me again, but in the end it's still just acquaintances by skin. There will be new enlightenment."

What he said made me confused: "Aren't you Zhuang Heng?"

He looked over again, and for a moment, with helplessness, he sighed softly: "Yes."

After saying that, he turned around and walked forward again.I was lying in the bamboo basket thinking, he said he was Zhuang Heng, that means he still remembered me and what happened a hundred years ago, but judging from Yingchi and my feelings, there is no doubt that he is alive at this moment people.Could it be that Zhuang Heng has learned some Taoism, which can keep youth forever and live forever?But I didn't see him interested in Huang Lao's art before.

I stretched out my hand and lightly squeezed his shoulder.Hot, soft, alive.

Zhuang Heng: "What else?"

I withdrew my hand: "Check to see if you are human."

Zhuang Heng said: "You spent the whole night with Yingchi last night, are you still afraid that I am not human?"

Everyone knows this?

My face turned red, and I said something else from left to right: "...the street is quite lively."

Zhuang Heng ignored me.

The street is really lively.

I lay down in the bamboo basket and looked around. Live people came and went by my side. Vegetables, melons and fruits were placed on the stalls under the rainwater, and a towering magnolia plant occasionally appeared on the white walls and black tiles not far away. , reflecting the blue and gray distant mountains in the sky, the trees are full of red jade.In this moment of emptiness between the past life and the past life, the spring shadows of the towns in the south of the Yangtze River are both ethereal and real, as if separated by a layer of mist, which is completely different from the feeling in life.

Humans and ghosts are naturally different.

Zhuang Heng turned into a deep and long alley, and the pedestrians around him became thinner.The alley was quiet, and I finally felt relaxed. After avoiding a passerby, I jumped out of the bamboo basket, and walked half a step away from Zhuang Heng in the alley together.

After walking for a while, an open space appeared in the alley. There was a well in the center of the open space, and a wisteria beside the well.The wisteria was just in bloom, and under the flower stand sat a young female ghost in a yellow dress, waving a fan in the drizzle, half-raised her head to admire the several branches of white lilacs hanging from the mottled courtyard wall next to her.

A small door opened on the other side, and Zhuang Heng stopped here.

I have seen very few of the same kind in the Kushui River, and all I have seen are some down-and-out wild ghosts. Such beautiful and exquisite ones are very rare, so I can't help but take a few more glances.The female ghost's eyes also turned sideways, but she didn't stay on me, she only looked at Zhuang Heng.She leaned on the flower stand, waved her fan lightly, and greeted Zhuang Heng lazily: "Young Master Li, are you back?"

I was startled when I heard that, and looked at Zhuang Heng—Mr. Li?

The female ghost glanced at me again, raised her eyebrows, covered her mouth with Luo Fan, and smiled softly: "Ah, is this what you are looking for?"

Zhuang Heng didn't answer her, but only asked: "Is the Taoist priest here?"

The female ghost replied: "I haven't seen him go out today, so he should still be there."

Zhuang Heng turned around and knocked on the door.After knocking twice, he took a step back and waited quietly.

I stood beside him and waited together, and asked, "Which god are you taking me to meet?"

The female ghost giggled behind her, and her voice floated over: "It's strange, Huang Laoer is really a fairy today."

This courtyard wall is tall, with a small door in the middle. The door panel has been very dilapidated over the years. Two couplets are pasted on the door: "The apricot blossoms are about to drip after the rain washes, and the willows and willows are just blooming when the sun bakes." A spring rain washed it pale, but the words on the couplet were glossy by the rain and fog.

Looking up at the lintel again, the mugwort and precious mirror from last year’s Dragon Boat Festival are still hanging, the mugwort has withered long ago, and the precious mirror has also been covered with dust.This "Tao Priest" seems to have very little magic power, these evil spirits have no effect on me.

Thinking of the female ghost's words, I shifted my eyes to the person diagonally in front of me again, and I called him: "Mr. Li? Why is your surname Li again?"

"My surname in this life is Li, Li Xie."

"Oh." I nodded, and it was reincarnated, "However, since you have been reincarnated, I have nothing to do with you, why do you still come to me?"

After thinking about it, it was not right, so he said: "Even if you have not been reincarnated, you are still that Zhuang Heng, and there is no reason to come to me."

"According to you, it makes sense for someone to come to you?" Zhuang Heng said suddenly, he turned around, looked at me, and asked again, "Is Fu Changting?"

I was slightly taken aback, and saw the deep and long alleyway behind me reflected in his eyes, which looked deep and cold.

This look is familiar to me - I finally found the familiar Zhuang Heng in him.

I smiled indifferently and said, "There is no need for Fu Changting to come to me. One of you has avenged your revenge, and the other has achieved fame. With such a happy ending, why do you need me?"

"Happy ending..." Zhuang Heng smiled, then turned around, and said calmly: "Your fate is not over yet. The grievances and grievances of this life will be brought to the next life, and the lives will be endless. There are many uses."

He also said: "Without you, how can we sing in the play?"