imperial psychologist

Chapter 725 Lamentations

Dark and cold night.

Under the candlelight, Lan Zhijun and Bo Ling sat opposite each other.Bo Ling holds the black first, but Lan Zhijun has not settled yet.

Bo Ling's gaze slowly moved up from the chessboard, and Lan Zhijun was sitting upright, not looking like he was about to reach out to the chess basket to get a piece.

She gently retracted the chess piece between her index finger and middle finger into her palm, and then sat quietly like Lan Zhijun.

Lan Zhijun sighed very lightly.

"I don't want to play chess today, let's talk." He said in a low voice, "You should have..."

"47 days." Bo Ling replied softly.

"Did Jin Renwei feel sorry for you?"

"No."

"Did those Zhou people feel sorry for you?"

"……No."

Lan Zhijun looked into Bai Ling's dull eyes, "I feel like I don't even know you anymore. Where did your energy in Baihuaya... go?"

Berlin didn't answer, and didn't seem to need to answer.Rather than a question, this sounded more like Lan Zhijun's murmurs, which didn't require any response.

The winter wind and snow seem to freeze people's nerves to death. The wind and snow cover everything, not only people's hope, but also their pain.It seems that if you forget the good things in your mind, the bad things in front of you will no longer be unbearable-this seems to be fair, otherwise, how would people spend this long winter.

Bai Ling looked at herself, and she was already aware of the high wall of her own defense mechanism, but at this moment, she only hoped that this wall would be thick enough to help her resist the invasion of all severe cold.

Facing such Bo Ling, Lan Zhijun also lost interest in playing chess.

The two sat quietly in the house, and I don't know how much time passed, there was a singing sound coming from a distant place.

At first it was a woman's sob, and then gradually, the sob became rhythmic, with ups and downs, and even a melody.

Bo Ling couldn't hear what the song was singing, but the woman's aging and sad lament seemed to penetrate directly into the heart of the person, causing the whole heart to be lifted in the air, and then it was thrown heavily on the ground along with the woman's singing. on the ground.

Picking up again, falling down, picking up again, falling down again... The fate of the world seems to have a concrete appearance between the ups and downs.

This tortuous whimper carries clear cries and accusations, sometimes like a fierce shrew, sometimes like a widowed mother, but it sounds ten times and a hundred times stronger than the emotions of ordinary people...some hysterical The screaming also completely lost the rhythm and rhythm of the song, leaving only the roar of a madman.

"Who is singing?" Bo Ling asked suddenly.

"The priests of the Jinren." Lan Zhijun replied, "Today is the festival of their dead."

"The festival of the dead..." Bo Ling murmured in a low voice.

No wonder this song is sung so chillingly.

The singing in the distance temporarily stopped, and then turned into a more vigorous and gentle harmony. There were men, women, and children in the voice.

"Can you understand what they are singing?" Berlin asked again.

Lan Zhijun shook her head.

Bo Ling closed his eyes and listened for a while, the melody has gradually become regular, and it has become a repeated libretto.

Amidst the ghostly harmony in the distance, Bai Ling suddenly chanted in a low voice.

"Youth is grateful, and the sun is shining. The spring is vigorous, and everything is dying..."

Lan Zhijun looked at Bo Ling, this poem was uttered word by word from Bo Ling's mouth, she kept her head slightly lowered, and the center of her brows was also slightly wrinkled.

"Walking in the shadows, there is no escape for the soul. The soul returns! There is no distance..."

I don't know why, but such vivid Zhou characters can be matched with Jin people's sacrificial songs. The rhythms on both sides are very slow, with a certain solemn and solemn atmosphere.

After reading this, Bo Ling unconsciously shuddered.

This song is like a strong and powerful team. They march forward along the snow mountain built by everyone with sorrow, and then shake up the snow and the dust buried by the snow.

"The soul is coming back! There is no east, no west, no south, no north..."

Bo Ling took a deep breath, she heard continuous crying from a distance, and Lan Zhijun also looked sideways.

"It should be time to send the Yin soldiers back to Changshengtian." Lan Zhijun got off the ground, "Let's go out and have a look."

Outside the tent, Bai Ling raised his eyes and saw countless white paper lanterns rising in the sky.

Just now the tear stains were exposed in the wind and snow, and there was a burning pain, but Bo Ling had no time to take care of it.Looking at the little sparks rising in the dark sky, she lowered her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I heard before that gold thieves would use the corpses of their companions as bait to set up an ambush, so they don't respect the dead... It seems that they are not."

"It's really different from Zhou people." Lan Zhijun raised her head and replied, "They believe that the essence of human beings is a mass of soul fire, and the body is just a skin that lives temporarily in the world. Once a person dies, the pure soul fire will return to them In the Longevity Heaven, the skins contain the sins of their whole life."

"This deal is really a good deal. All the evils done in the world are left in the corpses. Once a person dies, it will be settled once and for all. Is that so?"

"..." Lan Zhijun smiled, "Really."

In the distance, Berlin saw the bonfire in the north. There were young women dancing in costumes. Her hat was high and covered with silver ornaments. The young girls danced around the bonfire. beautiful.

Bai Ling stared at the men and women who kept wiping their tears in the crowd.

In the eyes of the residents in the northern border, most of the Jin people are the vicious Yan Luo, they are villains who do all kinds of evil, and they are robbers who disregard human life.

However, in the Jinren's own narrative, the dead were soldiers, heroes, sons, husbands, and fathers...they also wept for it.

The singing is so touching, and the girl's dancing posture under the moon is so moving, everything is so beautiful.

It's not that they don't know what life and death are, and it's not that they don't know what good and evil are...

Bai Ling's fist was clenched again, and his nails pierced deeply into the flesh, but his frozen hands didn't notice it.

Probably, in the eyes of the Jin people, these Zhou slaves who left their hometowns in the wind and snow were not considered "human beings" anyway.

"What did you read just now?" Lan Zhijun asked, "There is no east and no west, no south and no north."

"It's Qu Yuan's "Ultimate Move"."

Bai Ling didn't explain anything, she looked at the night sky, couldn't help but folded her hands on her heart, and murmured a few words in a low voice.

The distant song sounded again.

"It's too cold here." Lan Zhijun frowned, "Let's talk about it when we go back."

Bai Ling turned around, "Lan Zhijun, I don't understand something..."

Lan Zhijun turned back and took a few steps, and saw Bai Ling still standing in the wind and snow, and he tightened his robe.

"what do you wish to ask?"

"Why did you start playing chess again?" Bo Ling looked at him, "You said clearly back then that playing chess was not interesting, and you will never play this game of square inches again."

(End of this chapter)