Way of Choices

The middle-aged man left after saying this. Chen Changsheng was standing on the mountain road, inexplicably, and naturally also annoyed. After a while, he remembered that the man finally mentioned that someone came to find him before the tomb. When I came to the mausoleum, I saw that the stone door was still closed. I remembered the picture of Xunmei walking out from here last night. When I felt a little sad, I suddenly heard someone calling his name.

He followed the voice to the side of the stone door, and saw a small window on the wall, where Priest Xin was waving to him. Surprised, he saluted the small window and asked, "Why are you here?"

Pastor Xin handed something from the stone window and said, "Master Bishop wants me to come and see you."

Chen Changsheng took those things and asked, "The luggage is in the car, and we were not brought in yesterday."

Priest Xin said: "This is Tianshuling's rules. After the inspection, it will be sent to you. It should not be later than today."

Chen Changsheng wanted to draft the sour and unpleasant bedding in the house, and tried to ask: "Can you trouble us to send us more clean bedding?"

Father Xin was startled, and said, "It's not difficult."

"Since the luggage will be returned to us, then there is nothing needed."

Chen Changsheng turned over what the priest Xin sent and found that there was actually a bag of cooked eggs in it. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Is it necessary to solve all three meals in the Tianshuling?"

Priest Xin explained: "The various denominations of the colleges are prepared and sent in every day. As for those civilian students, the court will provide living supplies, but the quality is worse. The National College of Education is now in vain, you and Tang 36. There must be no preparation. The bishop has already made arrangements, don't worry."

Across a small stone window, Chen Changsheng felt a little weird, and felt like visiting a prison.

Looking at the look on his face, priest Xin guessed what he was thinking and said, "Tianshuling is a holy place and a prison."

Chen Changsheng was slightly startled, remembering Xun Mei’s experience, and said, "It makes sense, thank you for your reminder."

Pastor Xin said: "If it makes sense, I can tell where it is. This is what the previous generation of the Pope said. The Bishop Master told me to tell you."

Chen Changsheng said: "Understood."

Priest Xin looked across his stone window and looked into his eyes and said, "In short, you have to remember that Zhou Yuan opens a month later, and you must come out before that."

Chen Changsheng did not reply to this sentence, but talked about the encounter with the domineering stele on the mountain road.

"how can that be?"

Priest Xin frowned and said, "Those college denominations are convenient for disciples to observe the steles in Tianshuling, or they will find ways to please these stewards, plus their special status, so they will be a little proud, but they all Is it supported by the state religion, how dare you offend you?"

Chen Changsheng didn't understand the logic in this sentence and asked, "Don't dare to offend me?"

Seeing his bewildered look, Priest Xin said with a smile: "Now the entire continent knows that you are the pope and the bishop's fancy people. Offending you is offending the State Church."

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The stele servant said when he taught him that even if he had a great background, he would have to be in awe in the holy place like Tianshuling. After listening to Priest Xin's words, Chen Changsheng thought of this sentence, and naturally had a new understanding. He secretly guessed whether it was precisely because of his national religion background that he actually made these stele stewards of Tianshuling disgusted.

Thinking of these things, he walked back to the hut. The room was empty, and the teenagers should have gone to Tianshuling to observe the monument. The big pot of white porridge cooked before dawn was all eaten up, the pots and pans were washed and laid out, but the water in the tank was also refilled. Although I didn’t see who made it, I don’t know why, he It's definitely Gou Han's arrangement.

Although there will be new bedding, Chen Changsheng folded the three bedding left by Xunmei and washed it carefully several times until it was confirmed that the sweat and sour smell of thirty-seven years had been washed away before drying in the courtyard. On the rope, he then passed through the orange garden and came to the vegetable field in the distance. It’s early spring. It’s the time when there is no green and yellow. There are no fresh vegetables in the vegetable field. The greens that can be seen are all onions, garlic and leeks. He took a few fingers of green onions and dug some potatoes in the field. Go to the yard and start preparing lunch.

Boil the water in a large iron pan, cut a piece of bacon from Priest Xin and throw it in half, then start steaming rice on top. Miri mixed in the potato chips that were cut into the size of fingernails. The green onions were washed and cut, placed on the edge of the stove, and the cooked eggs were also taken out. They can be placed at the steamer at any time. After doing all this, he was satisfied. Nod and wash your hands.

The salted fish bacon is delicious, and it is very good to eat, but it is not very healthy, and eating too much is not good for the body. Priest Xin said that the bishop has an arrangement, and Lishan Jianzong should also find a way to send things in. Whether fresh meat and vegetables can be guaranteed, he sits on the threshold thinking about these things. Yesterday I made a day of tourists, do you want to be a day's cook today? I don’t look at the monument in Tianshuling, I don’t think hard about it, but I think about these things. If you let others see him in a daze on the threshold, I don’t know how it will react.

Chen Changsheng sat on the threshold, looked at the courtyard outside the hut, looked at the half-turned fence, and looked at the not-so-beautiful green trees in the orange garden not far away. It was very quiet, and he did not change his posture for a long time. Naturally, things like diet do not need to be considered for such a long time. Men and women have nothing to do with him, so what is he thinking about?

Looking at the fallen fence and the mist in the wood that was gradually dispelled by the sun, his expression was so focused that he didn't even notice that the luggage left outside Tianshuling yesterday was sent to the courtyard.

A few birdsongs made him wake up in contemplation, only to notice that the sides piled up like hill-shaped luggage. He stepped forward, found his package from it, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstones, sat back on the threshold, and continued to look at the fallen fences and green woods, but now there was an extra pen in his hand, in the stone inkstone beside him The ink has been cured.

As time passes, the sun gradually rises, and the angle at which the light falls on the courtyard changes.

The fence is very sparse and crumbling, but there are still a few thick wooden piles in between.

As the light changes, the shadows of the piles on the ground also change. The branches of the green tree tops in the orange garden also change. The piles become shorter, but the thin bamboo pieces next to them also change. Wide, some thin branches of the green branches are about to disappear in the brighter sunlight, and some branches are more and more clear because of the contrast of light and shadow.

Chen Changsheng looked at this scene quietly, watching these changes, and his consciousness returned to the stele in the early morning again. At that time, when the rising sun was rising, the lines on the stele surface changed with the red warm glow, as if to be After being alive, the edges of the deep lines were illuminated, so they became thinner, but the shallow lines became wider.

The intricate and inexplicable lines on the stone tablet are the inscriptions. The inscriptions that have endured countless winds and rains for countless years have not undergone any changes, but why are they changing all the time? If the information hidden in those inscriptions is definite, why would the person who interpreted the tablet interpret a completely different meaning? Yes, everything is because of these changes.

Chen Changsheng dipped some ink in the ink in the inkstone, opened the book, and began to write and paint on it. He did not record his thoughts in words, but strictly followed what he saw and roughly deduced. , Began to depict the lines on the Zhao Qing monument, and the pen end was particularly heavy walking on the paper.

I don't know how long it took, he stopped writing and actually repainted the book on the lower right corner of Zhaoqing Monument. Then he took out the top copy of the Tianshu stele sold out at the inn, found the page of Zhaoqing stele, and began to compare it with his new painting, and found that there was a very big difference between the two. Compared with the inscriptions on the Zhaoqing monument, the patterns he painted on the book are obviously more vivid. If his strokes are better, they can be described as such-those patterns seem to jump on paper and come to life.

The mist in the woods dispersed, the bamboo pieces on the fence became drier, and the light in the courtyard was extremely bright. Unconsciously, it was already noon.

Chen Changsheng rubbed some sour eyes, rested for a while with his eyes closed, and got up to prepare lunch. Only then did he realize that no one came back. The grass hut was quiet all around. Because the temperature rose, the birds in the woods were too lazy to chirp again. He stood alone in front of the threshold and felt so lonely.

The rice has already been steamed and set aside. The fragrance of the sweet potato grains is mixed with the oily fragrance of bacon. It becomes a strange, but very tempting taste. He took half a piece of bacon from the pan and thought After thinking about it, I only cut a small piece with a knife, cut it into thin pieces, poured it into a rice bowl, and peeled another cooked egg, and then I filled a bowl of light tea, and ended my lunch.

After eating, he took a casual walk along the courtyard, returned to the room with his eyes closed for a while, and then sat back on the threshold, holding the book in his left hand and the pen in his right hand, and continued to look at the scenery around the courtyard. In a daze, the light changes with time all the time, so he has to observe it all the time.

As the sun sinks, the color of the light falling in the courtyard gradually becomes thicker. The piles and bamboo pieces in the fence, and the thin branches in different directions on the treetops also change. Chen Changsheng, who quietly watched for a long time, finally began to write again, and posted all the changes observed throughout the afternoon to the end of the pen, turning it into an inaccurate line on the paper that only represented a certain type of obsession.

In the evening, most of the inscriptions on the Zhaoqing monument were repainted on paper.

He knew he was not far from reading these inscriptions.

At this time, people who lived in the hut also returned to the courtyard.

The first to return is Liang Banhu. Chen Changsheng nodded to him. He didn't seem to see it at all. He went directly into the stove, filled a large scoop of fresh water, and walked back to the courtyard, stepping on the fence that was pushed down by Tang Thirty-six yesterday evening, looking at the west. The sun that is about to set down looks sad and happy.

The seven rooms then returned to the courtyard. The young man's expression was a bit muddled. Although he had not forgotten to meet Chen Changsheng, when he entered the house, he almost ran into the door. After a while, he came out of the house. , I don’t know why, I started walking around the courtyard with my head down, and I was uttering something in my mouth, I didn’t know what to say.

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(Come out before eleven in the next chapter.)

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