Chapter 6: When you see pity, who will open the coffin? 4

That's not a dream, although you always think I'm the shadow in your hallucinations.

I still remember that day at dusk, when you were sick for a long time, you suddenly received the news from home that your mother had passed away. At that time, I was outside your window. I heard the only few people in the old house shouting your name in a panic. Someone rushed into the heavy rain to find a doctor in the east of the village, and finally pulled you back from the ghost gate.

If you die at that time, your disheart will disappear immediately, and I will not have the expectation and suffering at this moment. But I am grateful to God that I can have a chance. After that, you fell into madness, lost the only person who missed you, and lost the meaning of living. I want to comfort you. After all, we have been neighbors for many years, and you are my only concern when I go south.

You no longer drink medicine. You use that money to buy wine and drink it day and night. You drink until there is blood in what you spit out, and the tears that come out are turbid.

The people who serve you know that no one will remember you anymore, so they leave one after another. Only a few people are still waiting for you to sell the old house after death and share the income equally. You are depressed every day, and they don't care about you. Whether I'm the only one left in the world is worried about you, and even you don't survive anymore.

I don't know why you can only see me on that day, not a swallow, but a person. Watching you roll down from the table, I just subconsciously wanted to help you up, but you grabbed my arm.

A brief look at each other, I am moved by the unwillingness you buried in the bottom of your eyes. You just need someone to encourage you and give you a reason to live, while those who are tired of you have never looked at you.

When you left, you were reluctant to let go of my hand. I had to say a name to coax you casually before I could get out.

But I don't know that if a name has someone who cares about it, it will come true. I still stay out of your window. You can't see me, but you read that name day by day: quenching, quenching...

I am the swallow under your eaves, your thought, the reason why you live.

If I can, I hope to always be with you like this, even if you will never see me again.

***

The two wet people returned to Yuezhai, and the parrot shouted welcome on the shelf.

"Remember to make some ginger soup when you go back." Wei Tanyi said and quickly walked to the backyard to change his wet clothes.

Han Ruxu snorted disapprovingly, put the lantern and oil-paper umbrella together at the entrance, and walked towards the chair, but was suddenly fixed in place by a strange feeling. It felt like someone staring at him behind his back, with fierce eyes. He held the handle of the knife in one hand and suddenly turned around.

Behind it, there is only an empty open door, and the eaves are dripping and hitting the stone in front of the steps.

Is it your own illusion?

"Hee hee..." I don't know where the girl's low laughter came from nowhere. Han Ruxu turned around a few times, but he didn't see half a person, and his heart was fury. At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him. He pulled out the knife and cut it without thinking about it.

"Bang!" The wrist was opened, and the unhappy look of Wei Tanyi came into view.

"Lord Han, please confirm your friends before you do it." The owner of Yuezhai was obviously quite dissatisfied with his knife in his store, and his voice cooled down.

Han Ruxu knew that he was wrong and put away his knife: "Just now, it seemed that someone else was nearby. I felt someone staring at me behind my back and heard the girl's laughter."

"Oh?" Wei Tanyi looked around the whole store curiously, and then his eyes stopped on the parrot. "What Lord Han heard should not be a parrot, right? There are also many ladies who have come to the store recently, and it's not surprising to learn a laugh or two.

"That's not the sound of birds!"

Although Han Ruqi insisted that it was a human being, not a bird, Wei Tanyi only said that the words of the person who burned his head and drank wine were not enough to be believed, which made him extremely angry.

"Please," the teacup was handed over. "If you have any questions, you can ask now."

Han Ruxu was stunned: "What do you ask?" Didn't you have something to ask in Hui'an Square before?

The inexplicable wind, the white silk that can sweep people away, the woman who flies in the air like a white chrysanthemum, and the faint blue flame that burns her to ashes... These are not true, are they?

"Who the hell are you?" The answer to this question may explain the above.

Wei Tanyi "um" dragged out a common nasal voice, thought for a while, and replied, "I'm a wizard, that is, the kind of person you hate most who can kill invisible people."

Han Ru's eyes widened.

"I have the ability that ordinary people don't have. In addition, I'm just an ordinary person. I have to eat and sleep." Wei Tanyi picked up the cup and said as if he were talking about other people's affairs.

"Who cares whether you eat, eat or sleep or not? I ask you, the one who killed my master's wife in those years..." "If Lord Han suspects that I was the murderer in those years, it's really uplifting Mr. Wei. Unfortunately, before I was ten years old, I was the most useless child in the whole family, and I didn't even dare to step on ants."

Wei Tanyi even said his retort lightly. Han Ruqi vaguely felt that he was different from usual, but he couldn't tell where the difference was, and asked, "Did the master's wife really die of a curse back then?"

"Listen to your words, I can't know the truth, but if you are willing to give me the wooden charm for a few days, I can find some clues from it."

Wooden charm? Han Ruqi put his hand to his chest, and the wooden charm could be touched through the wet clothes through the rain. At that time, the master held her hand and told her not to leave. 1 "The wooden charm can't be given to you."

Wei Tanyi raised his eyebrows and said, "Then there's nothing I can do."

Han Ruqi is very contradictory. If Mu Fu's departure is against the master's last wish, he can't do it, but if he doesn't leave, it is impossible to know who the murderer was in those years. He can't take revenge, and he can't do it without revenge.

"You can still think about it for a few more days, or longer, but please don't make up your mind after the enemy dies. Everyone will die, but dying in the hands of God is not as happy as the blade. Wei Tanyi said, adding water to make tea for the second time.

Unable to stand the dirty clothes, Han Ruxu didn't sit down any more. He drank all the tea in the cup and rushed home.

Wei Tanyi held the teacup and warmed his hands, with a slight smile on his face. He said, "It's very interesting, isn't it?"

Yuezhai, who should have been no one else, laughed in a low voice: "The nature of Mr. Wei's appearance will not be bad."

***

The spring breeze blows the city of Heling again, and the returning swallows also return to the familiar eaves

"Mother, there is a little swallow!" A six- or seven-year-old girl ran out of the room, holding the young woman's skirt in one hand and pointing to the dark shadow in the bird's nest under the eaves.

"Really? Then we will have a little swallow as a companion." The young woman picked up her daughter with a smile and watched the little swallow repair her nest with her.

The owner of the old house has been changed, but one winter, I don't know where to go. The new house is a big family, old and young, and everyone is strong. The young master lying on the sickbed never appeared again. The swallow only stayed in the old nest for a few days and flew away, and never came back again.