Baierguan River

Chapter 9

On the first day of the new year, the sky was covered with snow and white.

The light in the cellar was dim, and Tu Jiu leaned against the cold wall to carve patterns on the coffin, carving many maple leaves, each of which was stained red by his worn out fingers, but he didn't stop.

Su Shisan was not in a hurry, and took out the last half of the jar of Zui Sheng Meng Shi unhurriedly, and warmed it on the small red clay stove.

He is very happy, the coffin can be completed today, wait a little longer, this hot wine can dispel the winter cold for Tujiu, the poisonous mountain is like spring all the year round, it won't be so severe cold.

Su Shisan took out the dagger from his pocket, flicked it lightly, and asked, "Ajiu, what is the difference between the dagger you gave me? I think you seem to care about it."

Tu Jiu didn't raise his head and fell silent.

"It's no different. This is the last thing my father gave me. He told me that after leaving the Tu family, I have my own world. The first thing is to protect myself. I don't believe it. It's a pity, but I gave it to you with my own hands. You used it to slash my heart, trample on my dignity, and tear me apart."

"Oh, that's it." Su Shisan put it on the table and drank a glass of wine.

Finally, there was the last maple leaf left, and the coffin was about to be finished, and it was only a little short of the last time. The time was as fast as a broken wine jar.

Tu Jiu changed his posture, his hand holding the carving knife was a little unsteady, and a sweet smell gradually rose from his chest to his throat. He leaned against the wall and pressed down.

He felt better, and asked again: "Uncle Zhou, Lanke, Qingzhu, the doctor, and this room full of puppets, what are your plans?"

This time Su Shisan was also silent, and he was silent for a long time.

He didn't think about it, he wanted to take Ah Jiu back to Poison Mountain, to the thirteenth floor, he didn't care about these people, he didn't care whether they lived or died, he was never a good person, and no one taught him since he was born What is good and what is evil, those who pursue these are butchers, just butlers.

He answered casually.

"The living ones were released, and the dead ones were buried."

Tu Jiu was relieved, but his brain was already in chaos. The last maple leaf was carved very slowly, and his eyes were already distracted. Afterwards, he simply turned his back on Su Shisan.

Su Shisan drank another glass of wine in one gulp.

"Lanke is not dead, he is lying in the coffin, you don't have to worry about it anymore." He said seriously.

Tu Jiu was slightly surprised, nodded and said, "Thank you."

There was still a corner of the maple leaf left, Su Shisan brought hot wine, he had warmed it three times, and brought it to Tu Jiu almost devoutly, all of this would be as he wished.

Tu Jiu picked up the last half of the bowl of wine, tilted his hand, and poured it all on the ground, leaving no drop.

He could no longer pick up the light and small bowl, and the bowl fell to the ground. After a soft sound, he half-closed his eyes and said, "Brother Su, I'm tired of drinking this drunken dream. If you are alive, you will wake up sooner or later." , I don't have time, I can't go, I can't go."

"What do you mean?" Su Shisan's heart skipped a beat.

"I'm about to die. This coffin is not for Lanke, but for myself." Tu Jiu couldn't support himself anymore, and he fell sideways against the wall, with the last bit of strength remaining.

"You... what did you say?"

Su Shisan's heart trembled violently, the smile at the corner of his mouth froze on his face, the appearance of slaughtering wine in the past came to mind little by little, deep scars, unhealed wounds...

no, do not want……

He couldn't utter a word anymore, he grabbed Tu Jiu's wrist, nearly tripped over the weeds, and gently took his pulse, he...he really was exhausted...he, really...

At that moment, he remembered that the maple leaves fell all night, he had promised - if there is nowhere to go, I will take you back, my house has a lot of wine.

——Su Shisan, take me away, I will go with you, I will go with you, and I will suffer...

——Brother Su, I will go back with you, you can take me back...

——When the coffin is finished, I will go back with you.

He has never understood what Tujiu meant by the mountains of swords and seas of fire. Now he understands that Tujiu will not leave him the moment he knows his identity. Mountains of swords and seas of fire are the death road leading to hell. It's so hard, he's already completely bruised...

Do not!

Tu Jiu died, what should he do for the rest of his life?

Where is his mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire?This is clearly my gate of hell!You are my prisoner in the cellar, and your life is beyond your control!

Su Shisan tugged at his collar like crazy, put his palm against his bone-thin back, and infused him with true energy, but he was like a bottomless hourglass, nothing could stay, everything was lost. In the past, everything is irreversible, late, after all, late...

Tu Jiu chuckled lightly, his anger was like a silk.

"What is it? What is Yaoyin? What is it!!!" Su Shisan's brain was buzzing, his eyes were bloodshot, he knelt on the ground and asked Tu Jiu, "Please, tell me, what exactly is Yaoyin?" ? How can I save you? How can I save you? Tell me!"

"From now on, I will drink with you, and I will listen to you playing the piano. From now on, I, Su Shisan, will be your lackey who butchers wine, molesters, is driven by you, trampled by you, you tell me! Wan, I'm the best doctor in the world, I don't want you to die, and you can't do it!"

Tu Jiu shook his head, "Ahem... If you could save it, you would have saved it a long time ago. A person who is exhausted and has no desire to live, even if he puts his soul together, is like a dead wood... If a person wants to If you die, there will be no one to heal..."

Su Shisan really hoped that this was Tu Jiu's insistence, a momentary remark, but they had been together for a long time, and he happened to be a doctor proficient in medical science. He knew it was true. If a person wanted to die, he would not People can make others live.

"I'll sing to you again, I won't torture you anymore, I know my mistake, I repent, don't die..." The cracked wine jar pierced his knee.

All of a sudden, everything came to my mind!

If he is not a member of the Tu family, then the medicine guide is not on him. When he made those puppets, he only brought...

Drunk and dreamy!

The intoxicating dream that no one can brew, is extremely strong, it is added with medicine, it is something that Mrs. Tu left for Tu Jiu to save his life... But I completely ruined it. His collapse is ruining his last way of life...

It's Zui Sheng Meng Shi, how could he not have thought of it... But even the last drop of Zui Sheng Meng Shi was poured on the ground!

Wine... Su Shisan was completely insane. He searched around in this cellar, over and over again, in the empty jars. Just one drop... even just one drop... I can save your life.

The last corner of the maple leaf on the coffin was not finished, but it was dyed bright red. Tu Jiu leaned against the wall, unable to hold on anymore, his throat was sweet, and blood gushed out. His life was really sad.

The night four years ago was also like this night.

Blood stained the entire Tu family, and all the disciples of the Tu family stumbled and had nowhere to escape, screaming and roaring one after another, the tip of the knife pierced his chest, his father finally called his name, and with a slap, he lost consciousness, only knowing The moon that night was missing a corner, and it was bitingly cold.

From then on, he was homeless, just a wandering soul in the world, knowing that the cold fragrance enveloped him, and the warmth poured into his blood, he came alive, and the red maple leaves all over the mountain became the concern of the whole life.

The name Su Shisan was also on the heart from now on.

Deceived, used, humiliated, tortured, trampled, just like the pungent corpse smell of the mass grave, shattered his dream, A Niang was right, people are alive, and sooner or later they will wake up.

He has been in a mass grave all his life, was born there, died there, and buried there.

There is no such thing as a cold and delicate fragrance, it's just a drunken dream, a falsehood!

Su Shisan, I don't regret it, I don't regret liking you, I really want to go to Poison Mountain with you, so maybe I can really have a new start, I will tell you, tell you clearly , Su Shisan is my favorite little gentleman in this life, and I will treat him well for the rest of my life.

But I can't do it.

You said that you want me to go with you, but have you ever thought that the prisoner in the cellar who will not fall no matter how raging will die one day, the iron chains will drag me like a puppet, making me unable to stand normally for the rest of my life? .

The dagger cut through every inch of my flesh, the tip of the knife licked blood, the big knife cut into the bones and legs, and the strong wine was sprinkled on the wound. Have you ever thought, I may, I may not be able to bear this at all, I...

When you humiliated me in front of the prostitute, did you ever think that it was not a love affair, but was draining my last desire to live.

I have also seriously thought about it, Su Shisan, if you give me a sip of drunkenness, I will tell you what medicine is, and I will tell you that I slaughtered wine and am about to die. I promise you to save me, and we will pester me again , the knife pierces the bone, lingering until death, until death...

Dozens of jars of wine were broken one by one before my eyes. At that moment, I knew that life and death cannot be tolerated between you and me.

——Let me take you back, my family has a lot of wine, and there is also a jar of Huadiao that has been brewed for 500 years.

"Xiao Langjun rode a yellow ox under the ridge of the field, only the clouds above his head followed him... ah... he walked across the high mountains and asked about the flying geese, but the geese didn't speak. He walked over the sea and asked about the wild mountain flowers. Answer, the wind blowing in his ears told him that you killed him, you killed him..."

I killed him...

Su Shisan brushed Tu Jiu's pale cheek.

Tu Jiu, I was wrong, I can't live with you in this life, I, Su Shisan, have never knelt before heaven and earth, never knelt before high halls, now I kneel in front of you, I beg you, I beg you, don't die...

don't die...

I am the most powerful ghost doctor in Poison Mountain. My medical skills are superb. I can live and die. I can force my father to death on his bed. I can cut off my mother’s head. People who don't agree with me, now I want to save the only one in my life who can't give up...

Is it retribution?

My mother once said that everything has a cause and effect, and that good and evil will be rewarded. I used to not believe in this. I was wrong……

Tu Jiu, I haven't had many happy days in my life. After careful calculation, you gave it to me. Open your eyes and look at me. I have no father, no mother, and no one to rely on. It's just floating clouds. I was wrong. Now I, Su Shisan, know I was wrong...

Mr. Xiao Lang rode a yellow ox under the ridge of the field, only the clouds above his head followed him... ah... he walked across the mountains and asked about the flying geese, but the geese didn't speak. He walked across the sea and asked about the wild mountain flowers, but the flowers didn't answer , the wind blowing in his ears told him that it was you who killed him, it was you who killed him...

The cold moon shines on the coffin, the pool of blood reflects the moon, the breath is exhausted, the lamp is extinguished, life and death are separated by a fingertip, and three thousand silver needles fix ghosts.

The author has something to say:

Xiaojiujiu finally passed away, Xi Dapu Ben, it would be too miserable if he didn't die.

Xiao Huang's poems, there is also a word and a piece of music that are original by stupid teeth, simple and rough Bo Jun smiled.

Here is the finished version:

The Luoshan is lightly untied, and the Yuzhu alone rewards it.The double strands are soft and soft, looking for a quiet path, and the withered grass is waiting to be exposed and rubbed red and tender.Trembling through the fierce wind and rain, the body is dying and the waist is gentle.Beads of sweat dripped, and the voice trembled.Repeatedly □□taste deep and shallow, and the fragrance everywhere is even more insane.The infatuated men fight fiercely, and the flirtatious man is full of charm.

A night of winter promises empty promises, and half of the loess covers the floating life.Who is pitiful for the undead soul, who does not see the person in his eyes in this life.A little attachment, life and death torment, pass through.

Mr. Xiao Lang rode a yellow ox down the ridge of the field, only the clouds above his head followed him, he was going to find his beloved girl, he was going to find his beloved girl, he walked across the high mountains and asked the flying geese, The wild goose didn't speak, he walked across the sea and asked the wild mountain flowers, but the flowers didn't answer, and the wind blowing in his ears told him that it was you who killed him, it was you who killed him.

Thank you all for reading my essay!