Ash End Crane

In the spring of the 25th year of the Republic of China, there was Tingyu Tower in Jingang. Xie Linyuan was coughing up blood on the second floor, and the sound of pipa playing in Zuihuayin next door stopped. Lu Chen placed a pack of roast goose on the wall. The next day, it was replaced with two empty bowls. On the bottom of one bowl was a message: "Mr. Xie's lungs are not good, so don't work too hard." Shen Li left a light for Pei Zheng every night and kept the light on until dawn, but Pei Zheng never responded. Gu Hanyi quarreled with Pei Zheng every day, but every time Pei Zheng went on a mission, he would stuff an escape route map into his pocket. Mr. Lu Chen said, "I am most afraid of death." But every time someone knocked on the door, he was the first to stand up. These five people lived together, noisily, crowded, and busy, like a group of sparrows building a nest in the ruins. Then the black fox came. He gave an old jade pendant to Xie Linyuan. Xie Linyuan stared at the jade pendant all night, and the next day he called everyone in front of him. His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Pei Zheng, you are the bait." From that day on, the lights in Tingyu Tower went out one by one. The roasted goose on the wall is no longer collected. One of the pipa strings was broken and no one was there to replace it. Shen Li squatted in the room holding Pei Zheng's tunic suit and didn't come out for three days. Gu Hanyi wiped the pen clean and put it on Xie Linyuan's table, and did not look back when he went out. Before Lu Chen pulled the grenade, he cursed, "This roasted goose is so damn unpalatable." Those were the last words he ever said in his life. Xie Linyuan was sitting in the empty Tingyu Tower. It was almost dawn outside the window. He waited all night, for daybreak, for a knock on the door that would never come again. On the day that the white crane flew away, the pipa played by the drunken flowers next door suddenly sounded again - only once, and then no more. Guess, there will be warm roast goose on the wall that night? Concept: Not all light comes from the sun - some people burn themselves and burn a hole in the night.