I was originally watching a good show and suddenly panicked. I pointed at the big dark pit and looked at my companion behind me: "Do you want to treat a disease or do you want to be buried alive?"
To this, Lao Qian just replied: "Do you still want that big rice dumpling to breathe?"
In desperation, I can only follow Lao Qian's instructions!
But as soon as I put Banban in, he ordered the soil to be filled in. Now I was reluctant. I pointed at Lao Qian’s nose and said angrily: “Aren’t you taking the life of a dead person?”
Lao Qian pulled out a small willow branch from somewhere and chewed it with relish. He glanced at me indifferently and said: "You are young and ignorant! This little friend of yours has been buried in Yinxu for thousands of years. Didn't he die long ago? Corpses are different from people. A person dies within a few minutes of being buried in the soil. However, when a corpse is buried in the soil, it continues to absorb the energy of the dozens of miles around. gas."
"The place I chose is the best cave near Qilin. There is moonlight above and a cemetery below. It is the most suitable for raising corpses."
"If you want the big rice dumplings to be like eggplants beaten by frost all day long, just carry them wherever they come from."
"If you can trust me, then do it quickly! How can a young man achieve great things by grinding his teeth?"
Although what Lao Qian said didn't sound good, it did make some sense, and there was no other way at the moment.
As the saying goes, don't use doubters, and don't doubt people. Since I asked Lao Qian for help in the first place, it would be meaningless to be doubtful now.
I immediately picked up the shovel and threw handfuls of soil down, quickly covering my companion's body.
In the end, even his wild and unruly face could no longer be seen...
After everything was done, Lao Qian took out a thirty-centimeter-long miniature tree from the mysterious sack behind him!
He quickly planted the small tree on Banban's grave.
"What are you doing?" I was curious: "What are you doing?"
Lao Qian inserted the small willow branch in his mouth into the soil and explained: "Have you ever heard that peaches nourish people, apricots hurt people, and people are buried under plum trees! When will this small tree sprout? In the end, you can dig out the big rice dumpling at any time and keep it as a lively companion."
"Okay, you can go back to sleep."
Lao Qian clapped his hands and returned along the original road. On the way, he told me to come and water my companion every seven days.
I took out my notebook and asked Lao Qian if there was anything else I should pay attention to.
Lao Qian said that there is no more water, and the only thing is watering.
When we went back, it was still dark. Lao Jiang glanced at his watch and told me not to sleep, but to change into some serious clothes.
"I will take you to a place in an hour!"
At this time, he put away his usual cynicism and showed a rare seriousness on his face.
I asked: "Where?"
Lao Jiang only left this sentence: "A place you have never been to!"
After I got back, I rummaged through my clothes and found Yinlin's exclusive gray tunic suit.
After I finished dressing up, I applied some oil to my hair in front of the mirror. After tidying up, I still looked like a human being.
After a while, there were knocks on the door of the dormitory.
When I opened the door, I saw it was Lao Jiang.
Today he was dressed particularly coldly, his body was covered in black from top to bottom, and he was holding a bouquet of white flowers in his hand.
It was a bouquet of fresh white chrysanthemums, often used for mourning and remembrance. According to historical records, it was also the flower chosen to be presented to Pope St. Mark in Rome. Among all the popes in the past, St. Mark was recognized as the most noble person. From then on, the white chrysanthemum has a flower language: sacred and noble, guarding the peace of the world.
I followed Lao Jiang downstairs and found He Lanxue and Yin Linger waiting for us at the door.
He Lanxue was also dressed in pure black Hanfu, with her hair tied up in an elegant bun, revealing her snow-white neck, and she was also holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hand.
Yin Ling'er was wearing a dark green short-sleeved skirt. There was no lively color embellishment on her body, and she no longer bounced when she walked, as if she already knew something.
When I came to the two of them, I wanted to know what day it was today?
Lao Jiang waved his hand first: "Get in the car first!"
The weather is not good today. A small mist started to fall early, shrouding the suburbs of Peiping.
Lao Jiang has very good driving skills. He drove steadily in the driver's seat and soon took us around Qilin and to a distant mountain facing Qilin.
This mountain is undulating. Looking from a distance, there is a hint of green and black in the clouds, which is very beautiful.
Normally, the fog gets thicker as you go up the mountain, but as the sun rises, the fog dissipates, leaving only a hint of moisture in the air.
"When the sun comes out, the fog will dissipate." This sentence popped up in my mind for some reason.
We walked on this unknown mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow. What hit me was a long-lost aroma of green grass, which made my mind become clearer and clearer.
Soon, we reached halfway up the mountain.
And there are actually dense white tombstones standing there!
Lao Jiang and He Lanxue did not stop, they continued walking forward holding white flowers in their hands.
Yin Ling'er and I looked around curiously, but at this moment, we suddenly discovered something incredible!
All the tombstones here only have two lines of words.
The first line is the name of the deceased, and the second line is the year of their birth and death.
And the most surprising thing is that the people who died under the hundreds of tombstones are all called: Hua Xia!
I was so surprised that I couldn't speak, but Lao Jiang said calmly: "Remember when we were in Dunhuang, you asked me why I was so cold-blooded and watched my companions leave without any emotion at all?"
"That's because I've become accustomed to it."
I suddenly thought of what Lao Jiang said to me at that time, and at this time Lao Jiang repeated it sonorously and forcefully: "Many times, we don't even have time to bury the bodies of our comrades, and we have to rush to the next battlefield!"
"They were born nameless and died nameless. They are collectively called: Hua Xia."
What's more shocking than seeing it with your own eyes?
Every row and column of white tombstones here is a living life.
They were at the front, back, left and right, looking at us juniors with smiles.
All of them are called Hua Xia!
"Chinese China, 1900-1927."
"Chinese China, 1885-1910."
"Chinese China, 1870-1931."
……
Some people only have a short life of 20 or 30 years, but when one falls, another will rise up, and one after another has to protect the national treasure.
"Life and death, Xu Guo, go all out!" In a trance, I seemed to see countless hands swearing an oath facing Qilin.
They will fight to the last moment, to the last person!
And after all, there is a tombstone here that belongs to me, Lao Jiang, He Lanxue and Yin Linger.
What I feel at this moment is not fear, but a sense of belonging in life, an indescribable satisfaction, as if I have finally found the meaning of my existence after spending my whole life!
