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A pot of sake and a bunch of peach blossoms can be smelled all night.

I spilled my youth and stayed with him.

On the side of the old courtyard, a corner of the broken tile, fleeting white grass and yellow sand.

Scattered around the world, nature.

Fairy ghosts and demons, there is reincarnation, no reincarnation.

A stranger is a different road, looking back on the past like smoke.

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It was the north wind that blew up the bones of Beijing in the dead of winter and December.

Heather is a busy peddler from morning till night, and now there are only a few scattered sidewalks. Pedestrians in the street rarely pass by, so they bow their heads and hurry home when they meet by chance. The soldiers guarding the city at Zhengyangmen stamped their feet to check the documents of the people entering the city, but they were thinking that if the restaurant they often went to was still open, they would have to drink an altar to warm up later.

Facing the crowds entering the city, I saw a tall figure running to the suburbs. The soldier sniffed, looked at the man's distant back and snorted, weirdo.

The freak braved the strong wind and the belt in his hair was blown away, but he didn't care. He went straight to the door of an ancient temple and stopped.

This ancient temple is the city god temple in Beijing, located in Lisan, a suburb of Beijing, with red walls and tiles. The man looked up at the three gold-plated characters on the plaque at the door and thought for a long time. It seems to be to determine whether I have come to the right place, and it seems that I have finally made up my mind. In short, a moment later, he pulled out his right hand hidden in his sleeve to avoid the cold, lifted his robe, and moved his left foot into his temple.

In the main hall of the temple, nave sat with the statue of Lord Huang Cheng, dressed in the emperor's clothes, examining the good and evil on the earth. Behind the dragon tents on the left and right sides of the desk, they stand in black and white, waiting for the elimination of drugs and punishment of evil at any time. At this time, he is the only one in the hall, and he has some awe of the underworld.

He drew three sticks of incense from the side of the confession, lit them with an ever-burning lamp, made three obeisances to Lord Huang Cheng, respectfully inserted the incense in the incense burner, and then turned around and entered the left hall.

The left temple is dedicated to Guanyin and Confucius. After making three obeisances to Guanyin as usual, he went to the statue of Confucius and stood quietly. Play clean all the way.

He dusted off his coat and robe and said slowly, "I remember meeting you after parting." Do a few soul dreams with you ... "

Before he finished reading, a clear female voice answered: "There are silver plaques left tonight, and I am afraid that meeting is a dream."

The woman came out from behind the statue of Confucius and looked at the person who caught up with her lover ten paces away. The man wore a blue-black robe, a long beard, a high crown, a dusty face and clear eyes. Although you can't see the man's age, the woman can be sure that she has never seen him.

The man saluted the woman politely. "Dare you ask that girl is Miss Fang Jiaer from Beijing?"

After a pause, the woman replied, "Yuan He met Mr., I don't know your name?"

"I'm Wu Fan, entrusted by others, and I have the same thing with the girl," the man said, and took a red brocade bag from his pocket, put it on the desk three steps ago, and put it back.

On hearing this, Fang Yuanhe Zheng, unlike the noble lady's demeanor at first, quickly opened the brocade bag and a pearl earring fell on the table, making a crisp noise.

At this time, Wu Fan discovered that there was only one pearl eardrop on this woman's right ear, and the one lying on the table was a pair.

Fang Yuanhe gingerly picked up the earrings on the table, held them in his hand and said sadly, "But have you studied with Mr. Tuo?"

Kris heard the voice, knowing that this woman must be very bitter at this time, and could not bear to nod. "There is another sentence for the girl,' The flowers are gone, and only the girl has made up her mind since then.' "

"Sure enough," Fang girl's eyes were full of tears after listening, but she held back in one breath and didn't drop a tear. "Sure enough, after learning, we finally came to this step. Mr. Wu, Yuanhe has another question to ask. I have been away from home for five days. Will Mofu be in mourning these days? "

Wu Fan frowned, but he was really not sure. After hiding in the temple for five days, how did the girl know about Mofu's new funeral? She replied, "Today."

Fang Yuanhe staggered a step, kneeling in front of Wu Fan, who subconsciously reached out to stop him, but because of the men and women's stop, he could only forcefully accept it.

"Just and mo home are friends, so he grew up with Xue Zhi Yuan, and his affection is already deep. I am in this situation, not that I am not responsible for learning, but that God has a lover. I'm afraid I have to trouble Mr. Yuanhe to burn incense for the deceased. Yuanhe has made up his mind and will not let his studies pause for a long time. "

Wu Fanben is a honest man. I didn't expect things to be so complicated. He looked at Fang Yuanhe and knelt in front of him, and the eardrop in his right hand vaguely dripped blood. Hesitated, he should still come down.

When Fang Yuanhe saw Kris's promise, he finally stood up slowly, holding the desk, with a wry smile on his mouth, and bowed again. "Thank you, sir."

Wu Fan turned to leave, but turned around again and blurted out a sentence that the person who entrusted him with the work had not explained: "Fang's parents are thinking about the girl's safety and ask her to return to China as soon as possible."

Three days ago, Qushuiwan received a letter. The old man in Medog, the capital, died of sudden illness. Please ask Master Wu Fan to see the Yin House. The words in the letter are sincere, but after careful reading, there is a faint toughness. Whether Mr. Mo is the prime minister or not, it is inevitable that Mo Fu will be kind to Wu Fan's master.

Wu Fan stood in the yard through the window, watching Master's back sway by candlelight all night. Finally, before the dew fell, a clear voice said, "Let me go for Master."

His master pushed open the door, looked at Wu Fan kneeling in front of him and sighed, "You don't understand the truth between me and Mo Fu. I am only contaminated with these worldly things. How can I let you bear the crimes I have committed? "

"Master's statement is wrong," Kris looked up and said firmly, "Master can't violate justice and repay kindness. But for Wu Fan, the Mo family, like anyone we have seen in these years, has no gratitude or resentment. Wu Fan follows the rules, but his family can't say anything. "

When I arrived in Beijing yesterday, Wu Fan was dragged to the Mojiazu grave that night.

Sure enough, as Master expected, as Wu Fan guessed, Uncle Mo quietly took Wu Fan aside and said, "Your master chose this land of geomantic omen for my family 50 years ago, saying that it could benefit three generations."

"Don't father, fathers and officials respect yipin, and don't master your brothers in this generation. Mozi was a nobleman of the dynasty. There is nothing wrong with what Master saw in those days. " Chris is a little confused.

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with this." Uncle Mo frowned slightly and unconsciously turned his left finger. "But your master also pointed out that there is only one bad thing about the haunted house here, and that is my room. I am afraid I will never see it again."

Hearing this, Kris looked at it carefully. The feng shui line of the whole ancestral grave of Mo's family has abruptly turned over the big room from the beginning of Mo's father, and subdivided it into two or three rooms. Moreover, the land of the big house is next to the street, and people will inevitably step on it. In this way, happiness can't be gathered, and anger can't be tolerated. It's really bad, but it will hurt you.

Master Mo saw the change of Wu Fan's expression and knew that he also saw something was wrong. Then he said, "Your master has looked for many other places in the past, but his career is not as good as this place. My old man believed in your grandfather's three generations of blessings, but told me not to believe in the decline of children. I didn't believe it at first either. Although our big room is not as prosperous as other rooms, I still have a son under my knee. The dog's son never stops learning his name. He grew up smart and studious, gentle and polite. Compared with other children in other rooms, he is much smarter, and he is also the most loved and valued by his father. But now this change in my family is caused by my only son. "

It turned out that Mo Xuezhi became friends with another famous family in Beijing, Miss Fang Jiaer. It was a good thing that the two families were well matched, but when discussing their engagement, they became impetuous. This year is a triennial Cohen exam. Seeing that Mo had no intention to study, Master Mo, who had high hopes for him, was anxious. After consulting with Fang Jia, he simply postponed his engagement. After all, the two young people were young and inexperienced, so they were scared. Instead, they learned the story in the opera and eloped. When Mo Xue was leaving, he happened to meet Master Mo asking about his homework, and he caught him red-handed. Master Mo flew into a rage and locked himself in the house after learning to relieve pain. Learn to be youthful, see that elopement is hopeless, and immediately hang yourself. Fortunately, the page was found in time and saved. However, after the news of being hanged reached Master Mo, who had been ill in bed for a long time, he was so angry that he didn't mention it at all.

"Alas, family misfortune. I am also a sensible child, and somehow I got possessed and did such a thing. Now, he has been kneeling in the mourning hall for nearly three days, dressed in linen and Dai Xiao, saying that he would make amends. I can't help but think of what this gloomy house said, and my heart is even more inappropriate. If my only son gets into any trouble again, as your master said, if one day he dies ... "Uncle Mo choked:" So, I want to ask your master this time to see if there is any way to crack it. I don't know if you ... "

Wu Fan is clear now. Looking around, there is no way to crack it, but I'm afraid I have to borrow Feng Shui from other houses. Presumably this is the reason why Master hesitated. Change or not, one glory and one loss, really can't choose.

"My master didn't take it as a career. It was also Mo's kindness to show him the haunted house fifty years ago. Since then, I have never been out of Qushui Bay. 10 years ago, after I joined the teacher's school, Master gradually went out and walked a lot in order to teach by example. What Master often said to me, I think you are also useful now. " Chris looked up and looked around. The moon was as black as paint and the night was as flat as a curtain. "Although things change, but the fate is set. Only do your best and leave it to fate. "

Uncle Mo's family stood in silence in front of the ancestral grave for a long time, with half-life hopes and helplessness in their eyes. Finally, Hua Song's desolation overflowed from the corner of his eye. "In fact, your master refused to come, so I expected that it would be the result. Although I don't know if you don't want to help me, it seems that I can only accept my fate. Now, looking at the paranoid struggle for more than ten years is like shaking a tree. Others look ridiculous and feel sad in their own hearts. I just don't know whether I should thank God for giving him life when my son reaches the end of the road, or whether I should thank my ancestors for carefully choosing this road for us! "

"Don't master said, the dead is gone ..."

"That's all," Uncle Mo interrupted Kris with the wave. "My key, who wants to live or die, just go with him. However, Miss Fang Jiaer is a good girl, and she must not delay others any longer. After this change, learning is clear-headed. The place and the way he met Miss Er were frank. I have discussed with Fang Jia that no matter which answer, there is a problem. I trust your master, and naturally I trust you. You always see the world more clearly than we do in Mingche. Therefore, I have to trouble you to go to the Chenghuang Temple in the suburbs of Beijing tomorrow and return the token. "

Wu Fan thinks this arrangement is a bit thoughtless.

But Uncle Mo didn't give Chris a chance to refuse. He held out his hand. If Miss Fang is willing to go home, it will be a great achievement. "。 So, please don't refuse this matter again. "

Three days later, Wu Fancai woke up from a coma. These days, he felt that he was sometimes frozen and sometimes baked by fire, as if he had walked in an endless hell. Now, his eyes are still blurred by blood, and he is sure that he is still alive. He vaguely recognized a thin figure beside the bed and couldn't see the man's face and clothes clearly. He can only guess and ask, "Excuse me, this girl ..."

Who knows, the girl suddenly blew her hair and shouted, "Which eye did you see Xiao Ye? I am a girl! ! "

Wu Fan heard this clear but obviously immature voice, knowing that he had made a joke, and quickly apologized: "My eyes can't see clearly because of the accident. Please forgive me if I have offended. "

There was a moment's silence in the room. Wu Fan looked around, but he struggled to identify and couldn't find the figure of the teenager. He had to bow to the place where the boy stood just now by impression: "I am Wu Fan, thank you for saving my life. Because of me, there are many questions. If one day, it will be repaid. "

But a teenager's voice floated in the distance: "I really can't see."

Chris followed the boy's voice, thinking that the man should have reached the door. So I was wrong again. He lowered his eyes, gathered his inner feelings and saluted.

For a long time, another strange voice came, faint and vaguely with a hint of soft waxy, with only three words, "What a pity ..."

Later, Chris learned that the little boy he initially mistakenly thought was a girl was named D.O. This D.O. was careful and enthusiastic. On weekdays, he cooks soup and takes medicine. There are more than seven or eight hours a day, and he is with Wu Fan. He often tells Wu Fan some interesting stories circulating in the street to kill time. But since he learned that Wu Fan was a Feng Shui master, he often pestered Wu Fan to tell stories about Machamp's disorderly gods. But Wu Fan didn't talk much since he was a child. When the teacher learned it, he knew how much his words meant to others. After a sentence in his head, he only spit out one or two words. As a result, Wu Fan told stories, which was particularly boring. Finally, even D.O.' s curiosity is so strong that people who can take ten shots in one sentence can't listen to it anymore.

Another teenager's temper is just the opposite of that of D.O. I have never said a word, and I have never stayed in the house for a long time, except to cover his eyes with gauze towels soaked with medicine three times a day. If it weren't for listening to that "what a pity", Wu Fan would really wonder if this young man had a similar experience with him.

The appearance of teenagers is a rare quiet moment in a day for Wu Fan. At that time, even the nagging D.O. will remain silent. The potion he used was unique, without the dry bitterness of ordinary decoction. On the contrary, it is as faint as the well water newly pumped by ordinary people, with a faint fragrance.

One day, when the teenager took off his scarf, Wu Fan blurted out, "Thank you." The voice of the boy packing suddenly stopped, but soon returned to normal and left without saying a word. D.O. circus said, "Don't mind if he is shy with strangers!" " Chris recalled that she often heard teenagers and D.O. playing recklessly outside the porch, smiling silently and noncommittally.

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