The Villain Becomes The White Moonlight

The proprietress worked very quickly. While pouring tea for everyone, she continued to say: "He lived alone in the ancient village before, but now the house is vacant. The government still protects it, saying that it is a cultural relic. We fixed it."

Seeing that the proprietress seemed to be expressing her desires, Du Yan calmly began to say: "Isn't it convenient for the old man to live alone in the village?"

The proprietress heard it as if she had found a bosom friend, and she started talking endlessly: "That's right. In fact, we have been persuading him to move out and live together so that we can take care of each other. But he is not willing, so we can only go back often. Look at him."

Du Yan said along the way: "Perhaps the old people are more nostalgic for the past, and they don't want to change the place they are used to."

"That's true. The house in the ancient village was handed down from my family's ancestors. It is said that it has been around for a long time." There was no internet and all kinds of inconveniences clamored to move out, so we built a house outside and moved out.”

Liang Fei interjected and asked, "Is there any place without internet these days?"

"Let's not talk about the Internet, the wires in the village are aging, and there is a power outage all day long. This is a cultural relic protection unit here, and it is easy not to repair the project. There is no running water. If you want to drink water, you have to go to the well in the center of the village. Carrying water. Only the elderly can live there.”

The proprietress stopped what she was doing, and sighed: "My father-in-law is the same, but he wants to live there alone. The business in the store is busy, and we often can't go in to take care of him for two or three days. That's what happened at the beginning. "

"Something happened?"

Du Yan finally heard the key point. Logically speaking, if the old man dies, he will usually be reincarnated directly, so it is impossible for the events in the dream to happen.

"My father-in-law is an upright person. He has a strong personality and doesn't like to ask others for help. The light bulb at home was broken that time. We were busy with business and didn't go into the village for two days. He didn't look for us either. He built a chair to replace it. The light bulb, the chair collapsed, and the person fell to the ground, and he was sent to the hospital within a few days."

Speaking of this, the proprietress paused for a moment: "That chair is still a family heirloom of his family. It is said that it was passed down from an ancestor who became an official. At the beginning, someone offered a big price, and the old man was not willing to sell it."

"To be a family heirloom, the chair must at least be made of mahogany?" Du Yan asked.

"Yeah, the style seems to be called a Taishi chair. I heard it from the person who bought the chair at the door." The proprietress said, "The old man actually treasures the chair and has been taking care of it carefully. .”

"Later, the old man was still thinking about his precious chair on the hospital bed, and said that he would burn it to him... Hey, here it comes!"

Before the lady boss could finish her sentence, she heard the boss calling her loudly in the kitchen to help her.

Du Yan smiled and said, "Miss Boss, go get busy."

When Du Yan was talking to the proprietress just now, everyone at the table quieted down and listened to their chat.For some reason, no one wanted to say anything.

It wasn't until the proprietress left that the atmosphere on the table became lively again.

Xiao Lang asked Du Yan: "Are you interested in these stories?"

Du Yan responded casually: "I came out to collect folk songs. If there is a story behind a painting, it will be more vivid."

The story about the old man on the wall and his precious chair didn't make everyone who had forgotten everything in the dream feel strange.

Things just turned around like this. After everyone finished their meal, they followed the signs and walked in the direction of the ancient village.

Near the entrance of the village, the trail was blocked, and a ticket office was set up next to it.The ticket price is not expensive, it looks like tens of dollars.

Xiao Lang went to buy tickets, and the ticket seller stuffed the tickets out through the small window, and then said in a blunt tone: "You have to come out before five o'clock in the afternoon, and the venue has to be cleared at night."

Xiao Lang took a few travel brochures from the shelf next to him, and the group officially entered the ancient village.

The more you go inside, the fewer and fewer modern buildings, until you pass a stone bridge, it's like traveling through time and space to another world.

As soon as you cross the stone bridge, you will see a tall archway with the traditional Chinese character "Chastity" written on the archway.The archway should have been carved out of white marble, but after years of scouring, the archway that should have been pure white has turned gray with vicissitudes of life.

The exquisite carvings on the top of the archway are also a little worn out, and the line below the word chastity commending chaste martyrs is also a little blurry, and only the word "Fan Shi" can be vaguely seen.

Zhou Tian is a typical literary and artistic young woman, and she is very interested in this kind of unique architecture that looks old.

She ran directly to the archway, took pictures with her mobile phone for a long time, then handed the mobile phone to Wei Zizhe, instructing her boyfriend to take pictures of her.

Du Yan stood not far away, but his eyes were fixed on the top of the archway, the so-called chastity archway, Du Yan sneered in his heart,

This archway is not as glamorous as it says on the surface.

He flipped through the tourist brochure in his hand, and on the first page, he devoted a lot of space to introducing the origin of this archway.Mostly, it commends a chaste and martyr woman 200 years ago. This Fan family lost her husband when she was young. She worked hard to bring up her posthumous son. at home.

Over there, Zhou Tian had already finished taking photos, and everyone was about to move on, but Xiao Lang noticed that Du Yan hadn't followed.

He looked back and saw Du Yan standing on the top of the archway, looking very seriously: "Du Yan, is there any problem with this archway?"

Du Yan seemed to have just come back to his senses, turned his gaze and walked over: "It's nothing, I just saw some interesting things."

Du Yan and Xiao Lang walked forward side by side. After walking a few steps, he looked back at the archway again.

The blue-gray archway stands quietly at the entrance of the village, but at the top of the archway, there is something that is out of place.They were a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes, bright red, which should have been worn by women in ancient times when they got married.

The more the group walked, the more they felt that this ancient village really had a special flavor, and the roads under their feet were paved with bluestone slabs.As time goes by, moss grows in the gaps between the stone slabs, which are rough.

When stepping on it, it seems that every step can hear the leisurely singing of the years.

The path is long and deep, only enough for two people to walk side by side.The old houses on both sides are not high, but for some reason, the bright sunlight outside seems to be unable to fall on this trail.

The whole trail has a cool feeling that does not belong to summer.

Most of the old houses are also built of bluestone bricks, and moss has grown between the stone bricks.Although this is a cultural relic protection unit, Shunping is only a small town with a not-so-developed economy.The government doesn't have much money to repair the ancient village. Except for some representative buildings, many houses have collapsed in half, leaving only a few bluestone walls.

A group of people walked along the Qingshiban Road, but they began to feel that something was wrong. After all, the ancient village is a tourist attraction. Although there are not too many people now, they turned out to be along the way, not even a single tourist bump into.

Zhou Tian stopped, rubbed his arms and said, "Don't you think it's weird? Why can't you see anyone except us?"

Xiao Lang said: "In fact, the ancient village was quite popular for tourism in the past, but didn't the tunnel collapse a while ago, and many people didn't know it was open to traffic. During this period, there were fewer people coming."

Wei Zizhe laughed at her: "Didn't you say that when you travel, you hate the crowded spots the most, with no atmosphere at all? This doesn't exactly meet your requirements."

Zhou Tian had a sad face: "That's what I said, but there are too few people here."

While the few people were talking, the path had already come to an end, and the vision in front of them widened.What catches the eye is the most solemn building in the whole village.

ancestral hall.

Compared with some dilapidated ordinary houses, the ancestral hall is brand new and somewhat out of place. It seems that it is maintained every year.The lacquer painting at the main entrance of the ancestral hall is very bright, and the lacquered red gate is tightly closed.

Liang Fei seemed very interested in this ancestral hall, walked around the gate a few times, then turned around and asked, "Why is the gate closed here?"

Xiao Lang explained: "In the ancestral halls in the village, people with foreign surnames are generally not allowed to enter, so they must be locked."

"Really?" Liang Fei was a little unwilling to give up, raised his hand and pushed gently, "I still want to see it."

But Du Yan said: "I advise you not to go in."

"Ah?" Liang Fei didn't know why, but felt startled, and withdrew his hand.

But it was too late, the door didn't seem to be locked at all, it just opened slowly with a push.The door looked very heavy, but it was silent when it opened.

Liang Fei panicked and waved his hands again and again: "I, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't use any force at all, just a light touch, why did the door open?"

This scene was really a bit weird, and everyone held their breath for fear of seeing something they shouldn't see behind the door.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing behind the wooden door.

Liang Fei patted his chest: "I was scared to death, but why is there nothing in here?"

Xiao Lang explained: "It's a normal phenomenon. Our local ancestral halls are used when there are important events in the village. For example, offering sacrifices to ancestors, or after a long-lived old man dies, he just stays there for a few days."

Liang Fei pawed at the door and looked inside: "But those lacquer paintings on it are very delicate, and the masters are among the people."

After hearing what he said, everyone gathered around to look at the decorations inside the ancestral hall.

Xiao Lang didn't stop them either, he just said, "You just have to look at the door, it's better not to offend people with foreign surnames."

Du Yan's eyes fell on the ground.There is a patio at the entrance of the ancestral hall, through which the sunlight shines in, casting faint shadows on the ground of the ancestral hall, perhaps because of the big tree outside.

Perhaps, because of something else.