"Qiu Sheng, Qiu Sheng? Where have you been, Qiu Sheng?" Xue Niang wiped away her tears and walked around the back of the temple. There were overgrown grass, covered with gravel, and accumulated rainwater. It was almost difficult to walk. She looked up at the sky, which was gray and dim, and was about to get dark.
"Qiu Sheng!" Xue Niang didn't care much. She picked up her long skirt that was in pieces and walked into the grass. The three-inch golden lotus was still unsteady on the flat ground, let alone the gravel. She fell down after walking two or three steps, breaking her knees and palms, and red blood flowed out. She didn't care much, got up and continued to stumble forward, "Qiu Sheng! Where are you? Qiu Sheng!"
"Mother..." Qiu Sheng's vague voice came from the darkness ahead.
"Qiu Sheng!" Xue Niang struggled forward frantically, and finally emerged from the grass. In front of her was a bluestone field covered with fallen leaves. A towering old cypress stood beside the broken wall, blocking the view of the sun under the tree. There was still a faint white corner of the sky outside, and it was already as dark as late at night under the tree.
"Qiu Sheng!" Xue Niang shouted again. There was no reply from Qiu Sheng, but I could hear the faint sound of silk and bamboo coming from the other side of the broken wall. It was deep and ethereal, lingering and full of twists and turns, and it seemed to be the deep night tune played by Jinghu. Her mother and her son have been staying in this ancient temple for six or seven days. Except for the occasional starving corpses on the roadside, not even a single person has been seen. How could someone be playing the piano and singing behind this ancient temple in the wilderness...
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