Senior Superstar

Early the next morning, Li Shixin knocked on the door of An Xiaoxiao's room—for the first time, the door opened immediately.

When he came back last night, he had already informed An Xiaoxiao that he was going to worship the teacher today.

Originally, he wanted to go by himself. But thinking about how An Xiaoxiao can be regarded as his own disciple, going to pay homage to the ancestor now, and taking An Xiaoxiao there can be regarded as a successor.

Li Shixin blinked when he saw An Xiaoxiao who got up at the door and changed into a black clean dress and looked paler.

"Hey, why are you so conscious today?"

Facing Li Shixin's ridicule, An Xiaoxiao narrowed her big eyes, which were a little dull because of getting up early, and raised her chin after a long yawn.

o(^｀)o: "Although I, An Xiaoxiao, have nothing to do now, and I can't carry forward the way of faith with my professional skills, but I, An Xiaoxiao, still have the respect for the teacher in the world! Teacher! , I, An Xiaoxiao, also have a bottom line, okay?"

Seeing the arrogant look on his face as a rebel, Li Shixin grinned.

"Isn't your bottom line not to leave the table until you eat all the food?"

(): "That's the second one, ugh."

All right.

In any case, seeing An Xiaoxiao sacrificing precious time in bed and waking up early in the rare morning, Li Shi was quite relieved in his heart.

Although the reflex arc is a bit slower, self-discipline is a bit lower, heartless, and bust is a bit smaller... But at least there are advantages.

It's not that it can't be saved.

Tiptoely washed up with An Xiaoxiao, seeing An Xiaoxiao neatly tied her long hair into a ponytail, and her unpainted face looked clean and solemn, Li Shixin nodded and went out the door.

The cemetery in Changping District is one of the earliest cemeteries in the capital. With the expansion of the city and the planning of new cemeteries in recent years, it is no longer the first choice for the deceased.

Because of time constraints, this time Li Shixin did not choose to take the bus, but directly hailed a taxi with An Xiaoxiao and went straight to the cemetery.

After walking for more than forty minutes, the master and apprentice finally arrived at their destination.

Unlike the park-style cemeteries in Jing'an, this cemetery named Chang'an People's Cemetery, which occupies a rather vast area, looks a bit dilapidated due to its age.

It is not accurate to say that, the relatively new cemetery still maintains a relatively good environment, but the old cemetery has already broken down.

Compared with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in Jing'an Cemetery, the old cemetery area where the master and apprentice are located looks a bit bleak in the early morning after seven o'clock;

The surrounding ditches had long been covered with half-person-high weeds, and on the hillside near the gate, many tombstones had already fallen down. In this season, their bodies are covered with dark green moss, like corpses that died from the plague. Farther away, some tombstones have been completely weathered and broken, and the teeth of an urchin who has eaten too much sugar are incomplete and filthy—the writing on them can no longer be seen.

On the top of the hillside, under two or three old trees that were bare and could not shade the sun, a few wild cats that got up early to look for food let out bursts of whimpering.

Seeing such a scene, An Xiaoxiao couldn't help trembling, and hugged Li Shixin's arm timidly.

"Teacher, Master is...buried here?"

After sweeping the cemetery, Li Shixin nodded lightly.

"right."

"Master, it looks so desolate... When was the last time you came?"

Facing An Xiaoxiao's inquiry, some fragments of the original body flashed in Li Shixin's mind;

In the night, a middle-aged man with bruises on his face tightly held his hands. The man's breathing was rapid, and one thigh was twitching constantly.

"Shixin, don't stay here anymore."

"Ahem... do you want me to die without being able to close my eyes?"

"When are you coming back?"

"Everything is fake, and living well is the real thing. Fifty years, don't come back within fifty years. Shixin, this is my last request to you..."

Just as the man's end-of-life instructions echoed in Li Shixin's mind, An Xiaoxiao whispered and pulled Li Shixin back from his original memory.

"Teacher, teacher?"

"Oh." Li Shixin withdrew his mind, "What's wrong?"

"A lot of tombstones are already broken. You haven't been here for decades, can you still find them?"

Facing An Xiaoxiao's question, Li Shixin smiled and waved his hands, and led An Xiaoxiao straight to the security office.

Hearing the movement, a middle-aged man with enamel at the security office of the cemetery got out of the hut at the security office before the two masters and apprentices approached, and saw Li Shi standing in front of the old cemetery area. The two of them shouted loudly.

"what's up?"

Li Shixin smiled slightly, and went forward to meet him: "Trouble, let's come here to fix the bones of the ancestors."

Hearing that someone wanted to squeeze the bones, the security guard inserted the chopsticks in his hand into the enamel basin as usual.

"There are a lot of tombs here that haven't been swept for a long time, and it's not easy to find. It's not like you family members, why have you been there for so many years?"

After muttering, the security guard turned around and took out a register book that looked quite old: "What's your name? When was it buried here?"

"Don't bother." Li Shixin waved his hand, and raised his hand to point to the only tree on the hillside that was considered dense.

"It's under that tree. I buried it myself."

Hearing what Li Shixin said, the security guard frowned.

"Hey, but this is strange. I have seen a lot of people who eat and drink. I have lived in the cemetery for such a long time. This is the first time I heard of it. There is a charge for bone burial, two thousand."

Facing the security guard's complaints, Li Shixin took out a stack of red notes from his pocket and stuffed them into the security guard's hands.

"Please brother prepare me a clean cloth, a shovel, and a bone box if you have one."

Seeing Li Shixin's indifferent expression, the security guard hissed and put the ticket in his hand into his pocket.

"Wait."

After more than an hour.

"Teacher, is this Shigong?"

Watching Li Shixin under the big tree carefully put the last piece of bone on the white cloth spread on the side, An Xiaoxiao looked at the not tall skeleton and asked.

"Yes, this is your master, Sun Zhongjing. Xiao Xiao, kneel down and kowtow."

"Um!"

Following Li Shixin's instructions, An Xiaoxiao took a step back with one long leg, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Facing the remains of the leg bone, the humerus was broken in two, and the three ribs were all broken, he kowtowed down.

"Master, please pay respects to the unworthy disciple Sun An. Master, Master and I will take you home!"

Following An Xiaoxiao's kowtow, Li Shixin also knelt down to the bones.

Li Shixin smiled slightly at the thick bones on the white gauze. Picked up a piece of rotten cotton-like clothes, a piece of paper that indicated the identity of the deceased and was wrapped in plastic sheeting, but it had also become mottled.

Most of the handwriting on the piece of paper is already difficult to distinguish, and the four circles infected by water vapor are all black. Only in the center, two lines of large characters can still be vaguely seen.

"My teacher...Zhongjing... sleeps here, July...June..."

afternoon.

Li Shixin, who reburied the remains properly, took An Xiaoxiao to the theater.

Sun Liancheng, an impatient person, has already arranged most of the things and is waiting for decoration.

"Uncle!"

Seeing Li Shixin enter the door, Sun Liancheng rushed to greet him.

"I thought you weren't coming today!"

Looking at the theater that had been tidied up, Li Shixin chuckled, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Sun Liancheng.

"Isn't this thinking of decorating right away? Since the decision is here, I plan to make a sign for the repertory theater troupe. I don't know anyone here, so I want to ask you to help me find someone to make a sign."

"That's it?"

Sun Liancheng took the note, and was amused: "You still need to go to this trivial matter, and you can make a phone call and it will be over! Yo, Hongqi Repertory Theater Troupe, Uncle Li Shixin Drama Studio, the name of your repertoire troupe is amazing." Quite retro!"