When talking about business, the two immediately got up naturally. Lan Wangji said, "The fire."

Wei WuXian asked, "Anything else?"

Lan Wangji said, "The land of fireworks."

According to the proprietress, the vision that the Yixing boss's family experienced was that people could be seen everywhere in the house with red people hugging and hugging. Where could this be? The place of fireworks. Later, people who stayed in the inn would have nightmares of houses on fire and scorched corpses rolling in at night, indicating that a fire broke out in this place and many people were burned to death.

Burning alive is an extremely painful method of dying, so after many years, there are still some remnants of the deceased affecting this place. The proprietress moved to the city eight years ago. When she came, the owner of the jewelry store abandoned the shop and left, but she did not mention the fire. This fire started earlier, I am afraid it was at least ten years before the jewelry store opened.

It's all obvious. Wei WuXian said, "I see the same thing. Also, it's not just a fireworks place, it's also a very elegant place for fireworks. There are always people playing the piano in the lobby on the first floor, and they play it quite well. The second floor is used for, um , to do business, so the hugging figures seen by the owner of the clothing store are all on the upper floor."

Lan WangJi said: "Guess. It still needs to be verified."

Wei WuXian said, "That's right. But who to verify? The proprietress came eight years ago, and she doesn't know about the fire, otherwise she must have said it all at once. It's definitely impossible to ask this guy."

At this moment, a stooped figure stepped into the inn. At a glance, it was the old man in the cloth shirt during the day, and Wei WuXian said in his heart, "This person really likes this inn."

Unexpectedly, the guy didn't lead him, and when he saw him coming in, he rolled his eyes.

Lan Wangji said, "He."

Wei Wuxian also immediately thought that the old man was old enough. If he was a local, he must know a lot, and he could probably ask something.

The old man in the cloth shirt sat at a nearby table and said, "I want a pot of tea."

Because Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji asked for the room on the second floor, the guy just unlocked the lock and hurriedly cleaned it up. The old man said again, "I want a pot of tea."

The man said, "No tea."

The old man said sullenly, "Why not?"

The man sneered: "No is no. Every time you have to sit and drink a pot of tea all day, our peanuts here are delicious without money, right!"

The old man in the cloth shirt came because he was greedy for this cheap, his face was red and white, angry and embarrassed. Wei WuXian hurriedly said, "Here is here, old man, come here, we'll treat you to tea."

The guy glanced at them and didn't dare to say anything. The old man in the cloth shirt reached a step, and immediately went down, sat on the table, sighed, and thanked them. Wei Wuxian is skilled in picking up conversations, and he exchanged a few words, and he quickly became hot and asked about the key points. The old man in the cloth shirt also picked up his chopsticks. He didn't dislike the smell of scorched corpses in the dishes at all, and said while eating: "Me? thing?"

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji looked at each other, and the spirits were coming. He immediately said: "Thirty years? That's really long enough. This inn is not more than thirty years old. I heard that there was a jewelry store and a clothing store here. So you have seen it."

The old man in the cloth shirt said, "I've seen its most beautiful appearance." He lowered his voice and said, "Are you going to live here? I tell you, don't. You saw a lock on the second floor before. ?"

Wei Wuxian lowered his voice, "I see. Then what's going on?"

The old man said: "A dozen years ago, there was a fire in this place, and many people were burned to death. I'm afraid they are still here."

It is completely consistent with their conjecture.

Wei WuXian asked, "Where did the fire start?"

The old man said, "Si Shixuan."

At first glance, I thought it was an elegant place for reciting poems and chanting clouds and the moon, but I thought it was a place for Goulan. Wei Wuxian deliberately said, "Si Shi Xuan? Calligraphy and Painting Pavilion?"

The old man said: "No! It's jìfang. It wasn't called this name at first, but then there were two very popular girls, so they used their names to get together and changed their names. One was called Sisi and the other was called Sisi. Meng Shi, together, is 'Si Shi'."

Hearing this, both Lan Wei's eyes narrowed.

Wei WuXian said, "Meng Shi? This name sounds familiar."

The old man in the cloth shirt said: "Of course. Meng Shi was also popular in Yunmeng for a few years. He played the piano, wrote and painted, and also wrote some poems. Many people came to her fame, some called her 'fireworks'. Talented girl'."

really!

Jin Guangyao is from Yunmeng. He went north to Jin Guangshan after his mother died. Before, he took his mother's surname and his surname was Meng. Although Jin Guangyao deliberately erased the traces, most people did not know the full name of the talented firework girl, but when they heard the surname Meng, they became suspicious. I didn't expect it to be her!

After the old man in the cloth shirt finished speaking, he looked at Wei Wuxian, shook his head again, and said, "No, it's not like that. Meng Shihong was all twenty years ago, and it's not so popular that Yunmeng is revealed, and there is no one now. Remember her. You're young, so you probably don't know her."

Wei Wuxian said nonsense, "I know. I have an uncle. I admired Miss Meng Shi back then, and he was so fascinated that he told us about her every day. Later, when she got married, the uncle was very drunk. That's a sad thing."

The old man in the cloth shirt really took the bait and said, "Who said she married someone?"

Wei WuXian said, "No? Then why did I hear my uncle say that she even gave birth to a son?"

The cloth-shirted old man said: "She really wants to get married. When she met that man, she was in her twenties, and she was not too young, and she will definitely not be popular in a few years, so it is not unreasonable for her to be scolded. If you want to have a son, you don't just want to get away. But that's what a man wants."

Wei WuXian said, "Why, that man doesn't even want a son?"

The old man in the cloth shirt ate all the dishes and said, "I heard that the man is a big man in a family of cultivators, and there must be many sons in the family. It's not uncommon to have too many things, so why would you pay attention to this one outside? Meng Shi was looking forward to waiting for no one to come to pick him up, so he had to take care of him by himself."

She has the same thoughts and the same fate as Mo Xuanyu's mother, Mo Erniang. There are so many women in the world who pin their hopes on their sons, and expect mothers to be precious with their children. It is better to pay more attention to yourself than to spend all your efforts on it. However, Wei Wuxian couldn't understand, even if Jin Guangshan was unwilling to bring Meng Shi back to Jinlintai, it would be very easy for him to redeem a fireworks woman and give her a sum of money to support her son. Why don't you even do the hard work?

He said, "Well, that's true. Is this kid smart?"

The old man in the cloth shirt said: "Let's put it this way. I have lived for more than fifty years, and I have never seen a child more intelligent than Xiao Meng. Meng Shi also has the heart to teach him well, raising his son as a son of a wealthy family, teaching him He read and wrote, what etiquette, sent him to school, and bought some swordsmanship and secrets for him to read. Probably not giving up."

In this way, where they are now, the predecessor was the place where Jin Guangyao grew up.

The cloth-shirted old man continued: "When Xiao Meng was eleven or twelve years old, Meng Shi wanted to imitate an allusion, give him another place to live, and study hard. But she was still in the Si Shi Xuan, so she only gave Xiao Meng a gift. I went to live in the library. But then Xiao Meng came back on his own and refused to go there again."

☆、Chapter 94

Wei WuXian said, "Mother Meng moved three times."

This is the allusion that Meng Shi wants to emulate. But the son of prostitutes, in the land of scholarly fragrance, is naturally out of place and is despised by others. It's no use moving anywhere.

Meng Shi guessed that his son must have been bullied, but after repeated questions, the son refused to say what the bullying was, so he could only sigh and let him continue to live in Si Shi Xuan, where he usually does some chores of cleaning and errands on the first floor. , while continuing to work hard.

However, not only the people outside looked down on them, but even the people in the jìfang looked down on them. Meng Shi was already in her twenties when she insisted on giving birth, which was too old for a woman in Fengyuechang. After giving birth, her complexion and posture were damaged. Meng Yao's complexion became even worse when she became a teenager. That so-called "talented woman" is notoriously famous, so some people are willing to admire her out of curiosity.

In the land of fireworks, women like Meng Shi are the most troublesome. She has read some books, is literate, and has talent, but she is only a small talent. It is just a gimmick to attract prostitutes and clients, and it is not enough to support her to make a living. People who have some books on them always have such an inexplicable lofty energy, they are always unwilling to give up that little thought, and they are not willing to fall into this, but a piece of paper is firmly in the hands of others, and it is inevitable that they will be extremely distressed and full of suffering.

It was this kind of arrogance that made the other women in the jìfang disgusting her, and there were no good words behind her face. In the same way, the guests who come to this kind of place occasionally see a teenage girl who is reserved and dignified, which is considered to be fresh and chic, but if they want to spend money to see a haggard woman, it will be a big difference. So happy. I have long lost the prosperity and worth of the year, but I still can't recognize my situation, and this is the end and evaluation.

One day, Meng Shi did not know what kind of request he refused a client, which made him furious. Meng Yao was delivering fruit plates in the lobby on the first floor. Suddenly, she heard the sound of cups, plates and dishes breaking on the second floor. A Yaoqin rolled and flew out and landed in the center of the hall. The drinkers were frightened and cursed.

Meng Yao recognized that it was her mother's qin, and when she looked up, she saw a big man pulling her mother's hair out of a room and rushed upstairs. Meng Shi covered her scalp and tried her best to pull her clothes over her shoulders. Seeing her son running over, she hurriedly said, "I told you not to go upstairs, go down, don't go down!"

Meng Yao went to break the client's hand, was kicked in the lower abdomen, and Gu Lulu rolled downstairs, provoking exclamations. Meng Shi shouted "Ah!", and was immediately dragged by the guest's hair again, dragged downstairs, stripped his clothes, and threw them on the street.

Before leaving, the guest spit on her red body and scolded, "What an ugly man, the old man still treats himself as a fresh product!"

Meng Shi crouched down in the middle of the street in panic, not daring to get up, as long as she moved, she would be stared at. A happy woman is usually not afraid of being seen, but she just can't get over this hurdle. People on the street were both surprised and excited, whether or not to leave, whether to stay or not, poking and poking, their eyes shining brightly. The other girls in Si Shi Xuan giggled, and gloatingly told the guests around him what was going on with this awkward old woman.

Only Sisi, who became famous at the same time as Meng Shi, couldn't get over it. She turned around and went out the door, took off her jacket and put it over Meng Shi, and helped her stagger into the lobby. The owner of the jìfang ran into the face and came out and scolded: "I told you to change it a long time ago. Who is it that you show it to? It's hard to bear it, and remember it for a long time!"

Meng Shi was too embarrassed to look up, and lowered her eyes to find her son. Meng Yao was kicked by that kick for a while, but she couldn't help herself. She lay on the ground and couldn't get up. Sisi grabbed one with one hand, pulled the mother and son up and left.

The cloth-shirted old man talked about something else, and finally said: "It's all old. Although the name is Si Shixuan, Sisi was sold when she was old, Meng Shi also died, and her son also cleaned up. Something went away. One day in the middle of the night, I don’t know who the charcoal fire was, and the whole building was burned. What happened in this place in the past was unpleasant, but the subsequent stores were not allowed to be passed on by others, and now no one knows.”

Wei WuXian thought to himself, how could those shop owners have the ability to stop the spread of rumors among the people? I'm afraid Jin GuangYao has spent a lot of time. The cause of the fire was probably not as simple as the charcoal fire in the middle of the night. Thinking about the behavior of Jin Guangyao's "good friend" Xue Yang, it is not difficult to guess.

However, speculation is just speculation after all, there is no evidence. Like Lan Wangji, he didn't like to take guesses as facts and then spurn them. If it is really the old place that has an old relationship with Jin Guangyao, then it is not easy to take action against the remnants of this inn.

Wei Wuxian surveyed the stairs. Although he knew that Meng Yao was no longer the stairs he rolled down, he still couldn't help thinking: "The prostitute kicked him, Jin Guangshan's subordinates kicked him, and Nie MingJue kicked him too. Jin Guangyao was really kicked everywhere. Kick it off." I don't know if it should be funny.

The old man in the cloth shirt ate the few dishes they hadn't touched by himself, chatted a few words, and went home full of food and food. When Xu was approaching, the proprietress should also prepare food and drink for them, and it was time to go back. The two got up, and the guy stared: "Where are you going? Don't you want to stay? My room has been cleaned, what do you mean?!"

Wei WuXian turned his head and smiled, "I think you'd better stop gān here, pack up and leave. If you continue to stay in this store, the business will get worse and worse."

The reason why the phantoms of remnants seen by the owner of the clothing store and the innkeeper are different is related to them. After listening to the report, the owner of the clothing store seemed to be timid and docile. The spirit of living people will also affect these things. Sometimes when you are peaceful, they will make fun and play, and it will be scary. But if someone attacks xing very aggressively, and the whole person is not friendly, they will also behave unfriendly. Therefore, the previous family saw the living chūn palace and heard the sound of the piano, but this family was full of charred corpses. Resentful souls will be treated differently.

Back at the inn, the proprietress said that the food had been delivered, Wei Wuxian thanked him with a smile, went upstairs with Lan Wangji, entered the room and sat down to continue talking about the inconvenient thing to talk about outside.

Wei WuXian said, "Actually, I've always been a bit strange. From my impression, Jin Guangyao is not an impulsive and murderous person. He is mainly cunning, and he can attack ruthlessly, but he won't act rashly. Try not to offend him. Why are you so eager to make such a big move on the mass grave this time? It’s like the bīs are enemies of him. He never thought about what to do if he doesn’t succeed?”

Lan WangJi said slowly, "That letter. It's weird, but it's cleverly written."

Wei Wuxian understood. Oddly, it meant that the letter arrived at the perfect time, even though it had done him a great favor. Written wisely, it refers to the various incriminations listed in the letter, some with evidence, some without. But the letter writers put the undocumented charges next to the ones with evidence, and the readers who read the letters will have the illusion that each item is well-documented. Coupled with the high anger and excitement, it is natural that the ancient brain will accept everything without any doubt. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji raise suspicious points, but in the eyes of others, it will turn into an act of finding fault.

After discussing for a while, Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, "Actually, you don't need to worry too much about your elder brother. At that time, Jin Guangyao could pour any kind of black water on me. If he really did something to Zewu-Jun, just push it to me. Now, the news will not be just serious injuries. We will only rest for one night, and tomorrow we will continue to rush to Lanling to find out. After drinking, go to sleep. "

His last sentence was very natural, and Lan WangJi nodded slightly. Wei Wuxian raised his hand and was about to pour the wine, but after a moment of hesitation, he immediately warned himself, "I will only ask him a few words, and I will never do anything else. Just ask him exactly what he thinks. Anyway, Lan Zhan is sober. I don't remember anything, and I won't delay anything."