Old Injury

    [Liang Qiuyang calls me every day now, and sometimes he is so busy that he will hang up after a few words. Hey, did I make him stressed? 】

    "Are you going to send me?" I asked Song Bailao.

    "It's not worth much anyway." He seemed to just give away a piece of chewing gum for fifty cents, with a light tone, "The decoration is almost finished. …”

    I'm dying now, and if I don't send it, I'll probably lose my hands.

     Rubbing the words on the title deed, the more I think about it, the more funny it becomes. I thought I missed it, but it came back into my hands after going around.

    It's not too bad luck.

    God closed my door, and in the darkness, someone gave me a hammer to open a window.

    "So happy?"

    Song Bailao stretched out his hand to me, his fingertips touching my lips.

    I held my breath, the corners of my lips froze. The skin can clearly feel the heat of his fingertips, and the nostrils can faintly smell the tobacco smell brought by the airflow.

    The smell of smoke on him has been much less recently, and I haven't smelled the choking smell of smoke for a few days.

    He lightly tapped the corner of my mouth with his fingertips: "I haven't seen you for a long time...that's a smile."

    How to laugh?

    I blinked at him, wondering why he said that.

    He looked up and met my eyes, his fingers suddenly curled up and quickly retracted.

    "I don't think it's expensive, so I just took a picture. After all, it's a cake shop I used to like."

    Ten million is not a lot of money for him, and any sports car in his garage is more than this price.

    I lowered my head and touched the deed, smiled and said, "Thank you, it is very important to me..."

    After a while of silence, his voice sounded again: "I'm in the study, you have something to call me."

    The dull footsteps on the carpet gradually faded away, and after the slight door lock click, the room returned to silence. I lay on my back on the bed, put the thin contract in front of me, closed my eyes and pressed it against my chest.

    My physical condition was unclear before, and I never called Daoist Daowei Jing. Now that I feel more stable, I called and told the other party that I had returned to Weijingshan.

    The things for the dojo have already been prepared. He said that he can go to him at any time in the past two days. I set the time for tomorrow.

    After reading the bedside story to Song Mo at night, I went back to the room after he fell asleep, and I was going to sleep after half an hour, Song Bailao pushed the door in from outside.

    Strictly speaking, this is my room with him, and it's not surprising, but I was still tense in an instant, and my hands and feet were a little uncoordinated.

    He walked to the bed and stopped, maybe seeing that I was nervous, and said while unbuttoning: "Your situation needs to be watched at night, don't worry, I don't have any beasts to treat you at this time. What?" His tone was a little annoyed.

    I didn't know what to say, I nodded randomly, and lay down on the quilt with my back to him.

    After a rustling of clothes in my ear, the sound of water was heard in the bathroom not long after.

    I was sleepy before, but after being stimulated by Song Bailao, I regained my spirits.

    I stared at the dim room furnishings in front of me, unable to condense sleepiness again.

    Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened again, and Song Bailao returned to the bedroom.

    The bed collapsed slightly, and after a while, the lights were completely dimmed.

    Darkness dispelled anxiety and blocked tension, and I slowly began to feel sleepy.

    "By the way, tomorrow I'm going to Ziqingfengguan." Suddenly thinking that I should talk to Song Bailao about this, I endured sleepiness and opened my eyes again.

    The quilt moved behind him, and Song Bailao's voice came from the darkness: "Yes... Are you going to do a dojo?"

    "Hmm."

    Quietly, he said, "I'll go with you tomorrow."

    In view of his previous behavior, I was actually a little conflicted and didn't want him to go, but I couldn't find any suitable reason, and I felt that he might not let me go alone, so I had to should come down.

    On the second day, according to the agreed time, Song Bailao and I went up the mountain together.

    The last time I walked this road, I was secretly followed by Xiang Ping, and I was dead.

     After watching too much, he asked me with a frown, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

    I turned around quickly: "...No."

    As soon as you enter the dilapidated gate of Qingfengguan, you will see a lot of bright yellow flags hanging in the usually deserted front yard, Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist hat, wearing a yellow vest, already wait there.

      You are worse."

    "I'm pregnant." I smiled at him without mentioning c20.

     Daoist Weijing was shocked: "Really pregnant? I thought I was diagnosed wrong..."

    His eyes touched Song Bailao, as if he was stunned by his arrival, he opened his mouth, and before he said anything, Song Bailao called him "uncle" first.

    "Don't call me uncle, call me Taoist priest!" Daoist Weijing corrected him.

    "The Master."

    Song Bailao didn't treat him as coldly as Luo Qinghe and the others, but rather treated his elders a little bit.

    "That..." Daoist Weijing cleared his throat, pulled me aside, and asked me vaguely, "Does it matter if he's there?"

    I glanced at the offering table in the courtyard facing the Sanqing Hall, shook my head and said, "It doesn't matter, the child belongs to him."

    This time it was Daoist Weijing's turn to be dumbfounded and lost his voice: "The child from seven years ago is also his?"

    His voice was too loud, and before I could answer, Song Bailao who was not far away said, "It's mine."

     Daoist Weijing held the wooden sword in his arms, looked at me and then at Song Bailao, stretched out his finger and pointed at the two of us helplessly: "You young people..."

    I touched the tip of my nose, but nothing came out.

    He greeted us to stand at the offering table and explained all the steps for the dojo.

    "There are five parts in total, each part is ten minutes, the intermission is ten minutes, a total of one hour." He lit three sticks of incense and inserted it into the incense burner in front of him, took out the wooden sword pinned to his belt, I pressed a black radio on the ground with the tip of my sword, and the tape rolled in the next second, and the iconic Taoist music with suona gongs and chanting sounded from the loudspeaker.

    "Yingling!" With a loud shout, Daoist Weijing danced a wooden sword and recited scriptures.

    Song Bailao stood quietly beside me, and suddenly asked, "Does this really work?"

    To be honest, I don't know, I don't even know if unborn children have a "soul", it's just for peace of mind.

    "I hope there is." I said, following the figure in the Daoist Daoist Field.

    After that, Song Bailao didn't speak any more. Ten minutes later, Daoist Weijing stopped chanting, put the wooden sword on the table, held the flower flag on the side, and shouted again: "Bath!"

    He waved the flag on a copper basin filled with water, his lips moved quickly, and then he lifted the thing that had been covered with the red cloth on the offering table.

    The flower pot was on the table, the soil was fluffy and dry, and the flag was moving back and forth between it and the copper pot. I was stunned by this sudden scene, and Song Bailao next to me took a step towards the offering table.

    I look at him.

    "That potted flower..." He murmured three words repeatedly, his tone full of unbelievable fear.

    He didn't say what happened to the potted flower at the end, as if every word of this sentence cut his throat, making him exhaust all his strength just by spitting out the first three words .

    "No wonder you treasure it so much, no wonder you are so angry..."

    He turned around, his face was as pale as paper after a while, without a trace of blood, he looked more seriously ill than me.

    "Ning Yu, I..."

    My heart trembled slightly, I glanced at Daoist Weijing, and whispered: "I'll talk about it after I finish the ritual."

    Seeing him like this, I know he doesn't care, and I feel "pain". I should feel refreshed, but I can't.

    I don't have a way to be happy because of someone else's pain, and I don't need to build happiness that way.

    The whole ceremony was completed, no more, no less, exactly one hour.

     Daoist Weijing took a deep breath, held the sword in front of him, raised **** with his left hand and wiped the sword from top to bottom, echoing the end, and took the sword behind him.

    He took a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Okay, the overtime is over."

    I went up to thank him, and then took the flower pot into my arms from the offering table.

    "He's gone, and now he's going to Xianyu, he should be able to reincarnate in a good family soon." Daoist Weijing patted the flower pot and said, "Don't worry about it. Take good care of it. Body, start a new life."

    New life...

    "Yes."

    I thank him again and bid him farewell.

     Holding the flowerpot down the mountain road, Song Bailao has been following me, silent, almost making me forget his existence.

    There are several viewing guardrails on Weijing Mountain, with a cliff at the foot, and high-rise buildings in the distance. We happened to pass through one of these on our way back.

    It's a bit windy today, I don't feel it in the woods.

    Viking Daoist scattered the ashes of his lover and child in the mountains. From then on, the mountains are not mountains, and the waters are not water. When they are in the heaven and earth, they seem to be still with them.

    I agree. In the end, the fate of mankind will always return to dust and dust, and it will be turned into nutrients to nourish the earth. Why not look at it from the beginning?

    I picked up the flower pot and dumped the soil inside with the wind.

    The wind swept the soil, fell into the mountains, and blew into the distance.

    "Don't!"

    Song Bailao rushed from behind and knocked off the flower pot in my hand. The wind was strong and the plastic was light, and soon it rolled down the mountain and disappeared.

    Song Bailao leaned out of the guardrail with his entire upper body, and dazedly grabbed a handful in the wind, but couldn't catch anything.

    "After I die, please sprinkle my ashes into the sea, you don't need to buy me a tomb." If there is a soul after death, maybe I can travel around the world along the river and sea.

    He shuddered, turned his head and stared at me with slightly red eyes.

    I thought he was going to yell at me, but he laughed.

    "You really are, clean and leave nothing."