Scholar is Addicted [Rebirth]

The morning light was twilight, and a ray of light appeared at the end of the sky, tearing a hole in the dark sky, and the morning sun let out from that hole without hesitation, driving away the night without a trace in an instant.

There are two long-tailed golden pheasants in the back mountain stream of Ya'er Village. At this moment, they also flew out of the forest and landed on the roof of a small thatched hut.

The thatched roof was lightly pressed down with a few potholes, but the wooden door under the eaves creaked open, and a white scholar wearing a white scholar robe came out of the room.

With his sleeves rolled up on his elbows, he brought out a bucket and planned to fetch water from a spring not far away.

It happened that someone came from the forest road, and when he saw his appearance, he called out: "Sir, let me go."

The scholar looked up at Xiaolu, the boy who spoke had already run over to take the bucket in his hand, this boy was Mu Qing.

And the scholar who lived in the hut was exactly Shu Sheng.

Two months ago, Prince Yin's Lord Yin Xing met with an accident, and Shu Sheng was depressed for a while, and even tried every means to find a way to bring Yin Xing back to life, but people cannot be resurrected after death, and no one has the ability, not even Shu Sheng.

He has searched through all the books day and night, returned to Ya'er Village to try the Qianjilun buried by his father, and went to Hegui Mountain to dig out the time dial. Countless possibilities have been tried. , but the time has not changed, Yin Xing is still dead, and Shu Sheng is still the same Shu Sheng who has nothing and is alone.

With nowhere to go and unwilling to accept Yin Cheng's help and arrangement, he built a simple house in the back hill of Ya'er Village by himself and lived here temporarily.

At the beginning, he was sad in his heart, the joy and hope of those short days with Yin Xing echoed in his heart every day, washing all his nerves.

However, with the passage of time, only one month later, Shu Sheng discovered to his horror that Yin Xing's shadow had faded away. Sometimes, he couldn't even remember what Yin Xing looked like, let alone what he had done.

This discovery made Shu Sheng terrified. It’s fine if you can’t keep people, but now you can’t even keep memories. Everything is like light and shadow. You can only see a shadow vaguely, and you can’t grasp it or see it clearly. , even with the passage of time, within a day or two, the outline faded away.

Shu Sheng was completely scared, and did nothing all day, but carefully drew Yin Xing's appearance in his heart, and when he couldn't remember, he took the time to draw it.

Yin Cheng was worried, so he asked Mu Qing and Mu Chen to follow him all the time, lest he do something unexpected.

Shu Sheng didn't want them to guard him day and night, Mu Qing and Mu Chen saw that there was nothing wrong with him, so they followed his wish and only came to help him with some work every morning.

"Sir." Mu Qing came back from fetching water, and Mu Chen was already helping to make breakfast, Mu Qing said: "The Lord Cheng sent a letter, saying that winter is coming, and it is very cold on the mountain, so you are asked to go down to live, after a while It's time to go to Shangyuan in two months, there is a program in the palace, Lord Cheng said to take you there to be lively."

Shu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "The Shangyuan Lantern Festival in the palace, I'm a commoner, why don't I join in the excitement, where can't I watch the lanterns."

Mu Qing raised her face to look at the sky, stretched out her hand to scratch her cheek, and said in a low voice: "That's not missing my master, seeing people thinks of others..."

Before he finished murmuring in a low voice, Mu Chen raised his foot and kicked his leg, and said coldly: "Come fill the fire, noisy!"

Mu Qing pouted, and went to fold firewood, Shu Sheng probably didn't hear it, didn't respond, clapped his hands and said: "I'm going to wash the vegetables."

When he went out, Mu Chen raised his eyes and glared at Mu Qing: "Sincerely making trouble? Talking nonsense without saying what should be said!"

"Then what can I do?" Mu Qing was not happy: "It's not that the Lord Cheng said to mention it, let's see what the master's plan is, if this goes on, even the gods will die sooner or later."

"Be more tactful, say it so bluntly, thanks to Mr. who didn't hear it."

"By the way, do you want to tell Mr. Cheng about the thing that Lord Cheng found?" Mu Qing asked suddenly.

As soon as these words came out, Mu Chen was taken aback, turned to look at him for a while, raised his hand and threw a shovel at him: "Shut your mouth!"

Mu Qing took the shovel aggrieved and put it away, just when Shu Sheng came in, he said, "Sir, did you hear that something happened in the Jiang family?"

"It's not a quarrel. Jiang Han is inhumane now. His old man was thinking about finding someone to inherit the family, so he picked up a grandson from a side branch to raise him. Jiang Han made a fuss."

Shu Sheng knew about this, of course, the whole village was full of trouble that day, Jiang Han lost his temper, and set fire to the Jiang family's house, but fortunately, the fire was extinguished in time and no innocent people were harmed.

Shu Sheng saw it when he went down the mountain to buy lamp oil in the market.

When this matter was mentioned, Shu Sheng thought of another matter, which started from the Jiang family, and asked, "Is there a senior official named Zhao in Beijing who accidentally dug a tomb?"

Mu Chen and Mu Qing were both taken aback when they heard it, and after looking at him for a while, Mu Qing stammered and said, "Yes... yes, sir, have you heard about it too?"

"Well." Shu Sheng nodded calmly: "When we went to find the tomb of Wenzu Wenyan last time, didn't it be rumored that Wenyan's ancestors all learned different arts? Although I don’t know how to hide things, I know where these people like to hide.”

Mu Qing and Mu Chen didn't answer the conversation.

Shu Sheng continued softly: "I always feel something is wrong these days. I can't remember what President Yin looks like every now and then. Even if I want to draw him with a portrait, it's different every time. I guess it's a bit weird. I'm planning to have dinner Go down the mountain to go to Songyue, meet that important minister surnamed Zhao, and ask him."

"Sir, you mean...can't remember the prince's face?" Mu Chen asked.

Shu Sheng nodded, his expression darkened, he dried his hands and went into the room, took out a lot of picture scrolls from the room, pulled the dining table and spread the picture scrolls on the table, and said with a wry smile: "The one on the far right It's the very beginning... you can take a look."

After he finished speaking, Mu Qing rushed forward, opened the last scroll, Yin Xing's appearance was still on the scroll, opened another one, unfolded one by one, but his expression became more and more flustered.

Mu Chen's eyebrows were also tightly wrinkled, and he stood by the table and gently rubbed the edge of the scroll, the last one was completely someone else, almost no shadow of Yin Xing could be seen.

Shu Sheng stared at the scattered scrolls on the table, and smiled wryly: "There are so many copies, I can't tell which one is him."

"It shouldn't be..." Mu Qing shook her hands, anyone could forget Yin Xing's appearance, but Shu Sheng couldn't, how could he not remember what he looked like!

"What do you want to say, sir?" Mu Chen looked up at Shu Sheng.

Shu Sheng's face was as pale as the rice paper for painting, and he said softly: "I always feel that Yin Xing is getting out of my memory little by little...it's unreasonable."

He always felt that in this way, it was as if someone was taking away the supplementary points about Yin Xing in his memory little by little. He always felt that in a few days, he would completely forget such a person, forget that he had The existence of forgetting everything they get along with.

Yin Xing will eventually disappear from his memory.

He asked, "You don't have this kind of phenomenon, do you?"

Mu Qing and Mu Chen shook their heads, watching Shu Sheng hesitate to speak.

Shu Sheng waved his hand, his smile faded away, he silently packed up the scrolls on the table, then picked them up and stuffed them into the stove.

When the tongue of flame hit the paper, it burned extremely quickly, Mu Qing was taken aback, and exclaimed: "Sir!"

I just want to grab it.

Shu Sheng glanced at him lightly, and said, "It's not him, so why keep it?"

Turned to chop vegetables.

Shu Sheng is a resurrected person, he has memories that no one else has, and experiences that no one else can remember, but I don't know how God is going to play with him this time, to take Yin Xing from his Shu Sheng. Stripped of life?

It's just that Shu Sheng is a little uncertain. Could it be his father's wish?Let him not be sad or hurt, and all the unhappiness will not be retained?

Shu Sheng secretly clenched the kitchen knife, if this was the case, he didn't want to thank his father at all.

But after thinking about it, I feel that it doesn't make sense. If his father really hoped so, when Shu Qingli and Su Fangxun passed away, he should have no sorrow or pain. However, until now, he I still remember the appearance of his parents, and the love and teaching they gave me since childhood.

Why did the phenomenon of memory withdrawal appear when I came to Yin Xing's place?

But if it wasn't his father, then why?

Shu Sheng couldn't figure it out, and Mu Qing and Mu Chen couldn't figure it out even more. Seeing Shu Sheng's expressionless face, they didn't dare to say anything lightly, they just helped to cook in silence.

The three of them spent the morning dull and depressed, until it was time to eat, Mu Chen said: "Sir, there is something I want to tell you."

Shu Sheng looked up at him and nodded to show that he was listening.

Mu Chen said: "In the cemetery Mr. Zhao Ji found, some ancient books were dug out."

Mu Qing stared and kicked him under the table desperately—you didn't let me say it just now, why do you say it yourself now!

Mu Chen stretched out his hand from under the table to hold him down, and said with unchanged expression: "Because those ancient books have been buried underground for too long, they will turn into dust when exposed to the wind. Lord Cheng didn't dare to touch the box containing them, but the old man from Sansiyuan Sir, after looking at the ancient characters engraved on the box, it seems to be related to some ancient strange arts."

Shu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and Mu Chen said again: "I heard from the old gentleman of Sansiyuan that one of the engraved bibliographies is about resurrection from death."

When the voice fell, there was a "click", and the chopsticks fell from the stunned Shu Sheng's hands.

The author has something to say: come back from the dead, hehe, what are you kidding, tsk, I went to do my homework