When the food reserves become my wife

Neither of us spoke during the journey. Liao Chi went to a florist to buy a bouquet of white roses and put it on the back seat.

After an hour's drive, we came to the foot of the mountain, drove the car into the parking space, turned off the ignition and pulled out the key.As soon as he got out of the car, his drowsy head, steamed by the warm air from the air conditioner, immediately cleared up. Liao Chi was dressed in a pure black suit, holding the bouquet of pure white roses, as solemn as the cold wind.

I tidied up the suit and there were no wrinkles, looked at the rows of green pines on the mountain, exhaled the stale air in my chest, and said to the person behind me: "Let's go."

Liao Chi led me to his mother's grave. There was no one else in the cemetery except us. There were dead souls placed under each stone tablet with a name engraved on it. Yin air mixed with cold wind was bitingly cold.

Liao Chi stood still in front of a stone tablet, and I stood aside to watch him lean over and place flowers in front of the tomb.The pure white roses trembled in the wind, and the only thing that was quiet was the sound of the wrapping paper being blown by the wind.

It was the first time I saw Liao Chi's mother. It was different from the illusion in the dream. Although it was just a small photo, it was undeniable that she was an extremely bright woman. Liao Chi didn't look a lot like her, but she still Can find the shadow of a woman's beauty from that handsome face.

After putting down the flowers, Liao Chi put his hands in his pockets, staring down at the bouquet of white roses, wondering what he was thinking.He stood motionless on the spot, and the oppressive atmosphere made it difficult for me to breathe. I opened my mouth and took a deep breath of the cold air, and looked around.

Something suddenly hit my leg.I looked down and saw that the palm-sized paper man was slowly getting up from the ground. It supported my leg for a few seconds, then took a step, its slender body swayed unsteadily in the wind, and moved towards me. run.

I turned around, and there was a crooked figure in a black robe sitting in the aisle, with black scissors in its left hand and a stack of white papers in its right hand.Numerous small white paper figurines mixed with fine scraps of paper fell from his hands to the ground. The moment they came into contact with the ground, they seemed to gain life, and stood up tremblingly supporting each other.

I look serious.

Wuyi witch.

What is it doing here?

The paper figurine that hit me before joined its companions, and hundreds of paper figurines held hands and formed a long line.The black-clothed witch stopped what it was doing, and pulled down its wide hood, completely covering its face in darkness, then closed its withered hands, and made the first beat.

It was as shriveled as the sound of two dead branches colliding, light and inaudible.

The hoarse singing sounded, like a hoarse panting from an old bellows, rubbing against the eardrums.Amidst the weird songs with almost no melody, the paper figurines danced lightly. Their dancing posture resembled the appearance of the great Northeast shaman dancing god. Countless paper figurines held hands and danced and walked until the first paper figurine jumped into the burning paper chamber. stove.

The pure white body was stained with sparks little by little, and then turned into gray-black, and the paper ash rose with the wind, leaving no trace.The second paper man jumped in one after another, followed by the third, and the fourth.

screaming to death.

I was horrified watching it, and the melody that wasn't even a song quickly filled my mind, giving me an urge to follow along.

But it was just an impulse after all, I bit the tip of my tongue hard, and the pain returned to my mind.Even though the companions continued to be wiped out, the team of paper figurines was still very long, with a pale streak twisting and twisting among the tombs.

The cold breath seemed to have weakened a bit.

Suspecting that there was something wrong with my weak perception ability, I frowned and focused all my energy on it. After searching around, I found that the yin energy in the cemetery had really weakened.

Every paper figurine thrown into the sea of ​​fire can melt part of the yin energy.

It appeases the dead.

I looked serious.

The undead here... When did the black-clothed witch need to comfort him personally?

Or did it come here specially to show me?

I turned my head and took a look. Liao Chi was still standing there, without any movement, as if he hadn't heard the weird melody. I pursed my lips and turned my head, making sure that the Wu Yi Wu came to look for me.

Ordinary people can't hear, can't see, and can't perceive the secret art.

I waited patiently until the white team was reduced to only a few people left. The penultimate paper figure stepped into the fire without hesitation, while the last paper figure that bumped into me stopped beside the fire pace.

It looked at the jumping flames hesitantly, and took a few steps back.

The singing continues.

The black-clothed witch raised his hand, and pointed lightly at the void with his dead branch-like fingers. The last paper figurine turned around and ran against the wind.

It ran past the black cloth shoes of Wu Yiwu, several stone bricks, and my feet, and finally jumped suddenly.The wind that was going against it suddenly changed direction at that moment, and it rode the wind and floated behind Liao Chi, grabbing the collar of his shirt with his short hands.

The black-clothed witch sang the last note.

The paper figurine started to burn from its feet, and the warm ashes scattered in the air, taking away strands of black air.

It was the breath of nightmare.

I widened my eyes until the last ashes were completely dissipated, and a hoarse voice like a black-clothed witch and snake sounded behind me.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Long time no see." I nodded towards it, my hands in my pockets tensely clenched into fists, "Thanks."

It slowly hooked its hand towards me, its bluish nails showing a strange color under the light of the sky: "Come here, there is one more thing..."

I watched it for a second, took a step, and stopped when I was about a meter away from it.

The Wu Yiwu picked up a dozen papers, and with the sound of paper-cutting, the scraps of paper fell, and after ten seconds, a small shaped object appeared in its palm.

The moment I recognized it, I held my breath.

It was a shroud.

"Take it." Wu Yiwu said slowly: "It will be used."

I didn't move, just stared at him, the hands in my pockets trembling uncontrollably.In the future that Jin Ning saw at Jin Ning's house, the shroud lit by the Wuyi Witch came to mind, and gradually overlapped with the small paper garment in front of him.

"Will anyone die?" After I said it, I realized that my voice was trembling violently.

Wu Yiwu didn't answer, but just repeated: "Take it."

I stretched out my hand and pinched the shroud several times with trembling hands. The light and almost imperceptible little thing seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making me unable to breathe.

"Isolate the breath of life, even the god of death can't see through it." The hoarse ending was diffused in the wind, not very clear.I looked up, and the black figure had disappeared, the stove and the paper figurines were all gone, only the scraps of paper on the ground were flying around under the blowing of the wind.

Putting the shroud into my breast pocket, I turned around, but I didn't know what to do. I frowned and looked at the standing Liao Chi silently, as if sensing my gaze, Liao Chi turned his head and met my gaze. .

The deep and sad eyes made my throat choke, and I walked over and hugged him tightly with open arms.Liao Chi was bumped into by my sudden hug and took a small step back. Soon he put his arms around my back, patted me lightly, and said in my ear: "You are trembling."

"I didn't." I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, but my voice was almost choked up, and there was a faint smell of paper ashes on his back in my nose.The sky was gray, the sun could not be seen, the tops of the small pine trees moved with the wind, Liao Chi gently touched my head, and his voice was as gentle as ever: "Sophistry."

"Going back?" I asked trying to stop my trembling.I don't want to stay here for a second, and the thought of someone wearing that shroud makes my heart ache.

Is it me or Liao Chi?

Or someone else related to me?

"Okay, go back." Liao Chi kissed the side of my face. My face was too frozen to feel much, and what was transmitted to my brain was only a moment of warmth, which was fleeting.

Back in the car, I turned on the air conditioner for a long time, but I still felt extremely cold. Driving on the road, my mind was filled with those simple dialogues with Wu Yiwu. Asked: "Baby."

"Ok?"

"If one day, I said yes, if death separates us, who do you want to leave first?"

Liao Chi turned his head to look at me in surprise, but I didn't dare to look at him, so I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.He sat up straight, seeing that I didn't mean to be joking at all, eyebrows furrowed, and after serious thinking for a while, he said: "If there is such a day, I hope you will leave first."

"why?"

"I can't bear to leave the pain to you." He paused: "It's too lonely to be alone."

I didn't speak, I stepped on the brakes and waited for the red light.Liao Chi turned sideways and gently wiped my face with his fingertips: "Why are you crying?"

I shook my head, grabbed his hand, kissed it on the lips, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

"Then let me tell you a joke." Seeing my tears rolling down more and more, Liao Chi had no choice but to take out a piece of paper and press it on my face: "I'm a 23-year-old man, crying like a little boy child."

I tightly pursed my mouth and didn't speak, for fear that if I opened my mouth, sobs would come out.

When was the last time you cried?I can't remember.Since I was a child, I have been a bold and thick-skinned person. When I was fighting with my classmates in elementary school, my head was broken and bloody when I was hit by a stool. It was just a symbolic howl and a few tears.When I reached adulthood, I completely became a mediocre salted fish, and I was silly and happy all day long. It seems that there has never been a situation like this that I can't stop crying like this.

It's only been less than a month, and I haven't even tasted enough of the initial sweetness. Why did you tell me that parting is coming?

"Go home first." Seeing that I was in a bad state, Liao Chi sighed, then pulled a tissue to wipe my face, and said softly, "Don't cry, it's what I said, you are so strong Eight, 90 years old is definitely no problem, we still have many, many days together."

I also want to spend many, many days with you, and live together until we are seventy or eighty years old, but I still have the shroud that Wu Yiwu prepared for us on my chest.

I drove the car into the garage with red eyes all the way, and as soon as I entered the house, I threw myself into the big bed in the bedroom, covered my head with a quilt, and didn't want anyone to see this disappointing appearance.Liao Chi didn't even have time to take off his suit jacket, he lifted the quilt and got in, put his arms around my waist, and said in a low voice: "I want to cry when you cry."

The air in the quilt was a bit dull, I bit my lower lip tightly, tears were wiped away by the sheets, Liao Chi kissed my lips lightly in the dark, and said comforting words.

The more tender he is, the sadder it is for me.

I sniffed my nose desperately, and without making a sound, I just shed tears silently. Just when I was about to be smothered to death, Liao Chi, who couldn't be coaxed no matter how hard he tried, became anxious and threw off the quilt .

He frowned, with a rare look of anger on his face.

"Today is my mother's death day, I didn't shed a single tear, why are you crying here?" He pulled me up, dragged me into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash my face: "If you cry again, I don't want you gone."

I looked up and looked at the rabbit-like man with red eyes in the mirror for a second. The man had a scar on his forehead, and his short black branched hair was still stained with water. The water droplets rolled down his hard-lined cheeks The protruding neck of Adam's apple has been dropped into the collar of the shirt.

I sniffed, turned around and got into Liao Chi's arms, resting my chin on his shoulder, the water wet his clothes.He didn't hug me, his chest rose and fell quite a lot, thinking about it, he was still angry, I wanted to coax him, but after talking for a long time, only one sentence came out: "I'm so handsome."

Liao Chi was taken aback, took two or three deep breaths, and then laughed and cursed: "You shameless little stinky."