? There are 25 hutong streets in Guanzhuang, with Happiness Street in the east. Go straight along Happiness Street. After more than ten minutes, you will see two painted solid wooden doors on the right hand side, with a blessing character missing several edges and corners, and a high threshold set down. At first glance, it looks like an old woman with an uneven blush on her face. On the wall next to the door hung a shaky house number, and the words "No.23 Happiness Street" in lilac white stood out against a scarlet background. Pushing open the door, you can see three tile houses standing at your feet, and the one on the left is Su Yuan's home. Most of the old houses in Beiping Hutong have Gan Kun in them. Behind the door of a big room is a narrow hall with a small room on each side of the hall. Su Yuan's house is nothing more than this pattern.
? When Su Yuan was just born, her father died in an accident. In order to make a living, Shu Zhen, the mother, fostered Su Yuan, who was still in infancy, in her husband's family, and transferred to the train from the southwest countryside alone, all the way to Beiping City. Shu Zhen, who knows nothing, can only work as a textile worker in a factory. A few years ago, the economy was depressed, and her income was quite small. Shu Zhen scrimped and saved and lived in the basement. This spring, the news that my mother-in-law died suddenly came from my hometown. Six-year-old Su Yuan was left unattended, so Shu Zhen asked for leave, went back to arrange the funeral, and then took Su Yuan to Beiping. It's just that the economy has been growing in recent years, and her salary has also increased. Shu Zhen also saved some money, so she gritted her teeth and took out some savings, moved out of the basement and rented a room at No.23 Happiness Street. The landlord is an amiable old woman who lives alone in the tile house on the left. The old lady is also very friendly to Shu Zhen and her daughter. On weekdays, whenever she prepares something to eat, she always puts a big bowl on it, then stumbles in, knocks on Su Yuan's door and puts the big bowl full of food on the table. Every time she touched Su Yuan's head, she smiled kindly and said, "Son, eat while it's hot." Sometimes there are steaming leek jiaozi in the big bowl, sometimes there are crispy and delicious scallion cakes, and occasionally there are tender chicken. While eating delicious food, young Su Yuan thought: What a good landlady!
? In addition to Su Yuan's mother and daughter and the landlord's old woman, there is a man in his thirties in the middle of the big tile house. He is the only son of the landlord's old lady, unmarried, well-dressed and successful. At present, as the director of a chain kindergarten, she is a commendable young talent among the world population. Su Yuan doesn't know the uncle's surname, but he often buys her many delicious snacks. From time to time, he would squat down, touch her little face and make her call him Uncle Tricolor with a smile. Su Yuan blinked a pair of big clear eyes and nodded: Uncle Tricolor is also a good man! See Su Yuan naive clever appearance, tricolor smile on her face deepened a few minutes.
? the first paragraph
? According to ancient records, due to years of war in Japan, many nameless bodies were dragged to Luocheng Gate Tower and discarded. After years of disrepair and decay, Luocheng Gate has become desolate and gloomy. After a long time, it has produced a spooky and ghostly impression of living in people's hearts, so there is a ghost illusion that "Rashomon Gate" is the gate of hell.
? Just after the cold, the Chinese rose flowers in front of some people's houses in Happiness Street have begun to bloom. The blazing sunshine outside tries to break through the wings of crows and become fragments, but every time it is blocked, only a few rays of light can leak through the cracks. Obsidian, dressed in a dark black robe, slowly walked to the deep lane of Happiness Street, and two girls of fifteen or sixteen years old wearing dresses walked on the ground. The expressionless obsidian passed by them and heard the girl with slightly longer hair ask her companion faintly, "Do you believe there is Rashomon in this world?" Then another girl in the same class sneered: "How can there be? Ghosts only exist in novels. " Seems to be convinced by her peers' comments, and the long-haired girl immediately replied, "That's right." The two men drifted away, their backs were pulled by the sparse sunshine for a long time, and the sound slowly disappeared from their ears with the departure of footsteps. Obsidian's face has no emotional ups and downs, and a meniscus scar drawn from the corner of his left eye is like a centipede, lying quietly on that indifferent face.
? On the 3 rd and 4 th, house after house passed by, and obsidian floated gently in the deep and narrow alley of Happiness Street. A few minutes later, a little girl of about six or seven years old came into the sight of Obsidian. I saw the little girl crouching in front of two open lacquer red doors, wearing light blue denim short sleeves and knee-high ivory shorts. Her shiny black hair reached her shoulders and scattered on both sides of her thin shoulders. Obsidian was just about to cross the 23rd Palace when the little head that had been buried in the knee socket suddenly lifted, and a pair of clean and flawless big eyes stared at Obsidian straight for a while. Footsteps hesitated in an instant, and a question inexplicably rose in Obsidian's heart: Does she seem to see me? Thinking about it, an imperceptible crack appeared on his calm face, and the centipede-like scar seemed to twist gently. After a while, he went to the owner of those eyes.
? "Can you see me?" Obsidian cleared his throat and struggled to spit out an inquiry.
? Looking at the darkness in front of her eyes, the little girl still has a pair of big wet eyes. Hearing this question, she nodded several times in a row. Obsidian's eyes gradually gathered an incredible group: how can humans see him? As if he still had doubts, Obsidian closed his eyes slightly and asked, "Do you know who I am?" Hearing this, the little girl shook her head.
? Looking down at the little girl, Obsidian finally determined that she could see him. However, thinking of the ferocious scar on his face, Obsidian continued to ask with a gloomy expression, "Aren't you afraid of me?" The little girl shook her head again, her big eyes still staring at him. The first time I saw a human who could see him, Obsidian felt very interesting and squatted down to sit next to the little girl. When he squatted down, the broad black robe was covered on the floor behind him, like the bodies of several crows that had been shot. After sitting down, Obsidian cocked his head: "You can't talk?" Thick eyelashes trembled, hesitated for a few seconds, and she said, "I will." It seems that her sudden opening is unexpected, and Obsidian's eyes are unconsciously wrapped in warmth: "What's your name?"
? "Su Yuan." The little girl answered without thinking.
? "Hello, Su Yuan, I'm Obsidian." Squeeze out this sentence solemnly. Before I could hear Su Yuan's answer, Obsidian heard a few shouts belonging to mature men, as if calling Su Yuan's name. Hearing the shouts, Su Yuan turned around dully and saw someone coming, and her little body trembled instantly. Obsidian is wondering why Su Yuan looks scared. The shouting master has walked behind Su Yuan, stared at Su Yuan and asked, "Su Yuan, what are you doing here alone?" Obsidian cocked his head and looked at the bearer, a mature man with a flat head. At this point, he was looking at Su Yuan with a smile on his face. I don't know why, although he is well dressed, his smile reminds Obsidian of those ugly and disgusting evil spirits in hell. Immediately, Obsidian shook his head as if in self-denial. In order to drive away the voice in his head, he constantly hinted to himself: This is the world, and evil spirits are locked in hell.
? "Su Yuan, you go back and forth with Uncle Sanse." Mature man's seductive voice rang in the ear again, and Obsidian immediately ended the brainstorming. It turned out to be Su Yuan's uncle, and this layer of cognition floated from the bottom of my heart. Upon hearing these words, Su Yuan's body shook even more, her little head shook like a rattle, and the scar on her face was swept away by the blowing wind. Seeing Su Yuan didn't want to go back to the house with him, Tricolor narrowed her eyes into two triangles, and the dim light in her eyes scared Su Yuan back again. "Su Yuan is obedient, and if she is disobedient, she will have an injection." Tricolor bent down and squatted in front of Su Yuan, eyes locked tightly. Obsidian Obsidian was wondering why she would have an injection if she didn't listen, but she inadvertently saw Su Yuan's little face pale and her little lips shaking badly in the corner of her eyes. She said intermittently, "I am obedient ... but ... can I have an injection?" Seeing Su Yuan's small appearance that she didn't dare to disobey, Tricolor's eyes dimmed again: "All right, no injections, come on, go back to the house with Uncle Tricolor." Say that finish, will go to hold Su Yuan's hand, Su Yuan subconsciously shrank back, a small hand pulling Obsidian's robe. See this, tricolor eyes narrowed into an inverted triangle, staring at Su Yuan without saying a word.
? The doubts in my heart are like dark clouds. Obsidian has never seen anyone as bottomless as tricolor and as whirlpool. Looking at Su Yuan's little hand holding his skirt, Obsidian didn't think about a specific result. He saw tricolor tearing Su Yuan impatiently and striding forward. Although Su Yuan was torn open, she still clung to Obsidian's robe as if holding a driftwood. Then he lost to the strength of a mature man and was dragged to the big tile house in the middle by tricolor. Along the radian of the robe being pulled, Obsidian crashed into Su Yuan's eyes. At this time, what kind of eyes are full of tears. Obsidian is used to being deserted all the year round and has little contact with human beings. For a time, he couldn't understand the emotions in tricolor eyes and Su Yuan's silent tears. So he watched Su Yuan being dragged into the big tile house in the middle. As the door closed, Su Yuan's eyes were cut off and the whole person disappeared from Obsidian's eyes. Two eyes glued to the closed door, obsidian son frowned for a long time did not dare to stretch.
? After a while, there was no strange sound in the door. Obsidian laughs at his own ideas, which happens to have a rule, that is, don't interfere in human affairs. Thinking about this, he forgot about it. He clapped his hands, twisted his stiff neck and arched himself. When he got up, his robe slowly slipped from the ground along his trunk, like shaking off a crow wrapped around him. When Obsidian stood up straight and turned around, a thunderbolt in his brain made him limp and fall to the ground.
? the second part
? Rashomon exists, but people can't see it Obsidian is the gatekeeper of Rashomon, that is, the "death" of the world population, and is responsible for escorting some dead people who have committed heinous crimes from the world to hell for punishment. I can't remember hundreds or thousands of years ago. Today's world is far from so peaceful. There are wars everywhere, smoke everywhere and sadness everywhere. Because of numerous casualties, Obsidian has to go back and forth between the world and hell many times every day.
? One day, obsidian came to a mass grave on earth as usual, and the bodies piled up like mountains. It is said that eighteen layers of hell is the ultimate place of torture, but the world is also a melting pot for eating and drinking blood. When Obsidian evokes a dead soul and is about to cut it off and return to hell, three or five soldiers dragged a girl in cloth at the age of thirteen or fourteen towards this side. Perhaps the noise was too harsh, and Obsidian was distracted. I saw that three or five soldiers were wearing obscene and insidious smiles on their faces, eagerly taking off their pants, and the girl who was held down by several people kept resisting and screaming, but only got more cruel and inhuman treatment. Obsidian frowned and tried to pass, but Yan's threat buzzed in her ears: no meddling in human affairs, no meddling in human affairs. Obsidian obsidian clenched hand loosen again, turned around without a trace. After a while, there was no sound behind him. Obsidian son back, three or five soldiers pull pants, smile at one another and walked away. Yin Qi in the mass grave is extremely heavy, and the weather is dull and dark. The girl in cloth has already lost the breath of life, naked and scarred, and her eyes that can't be closed are always open.
? Memories are revived in an instant, and cells vibrate. Obsidian's hand was tightly squeezed into the door, so it is no wonder that tricolor eyes are bottomless, because they are full of coldness, cruelty, malice ... and desire. Chagrin is like a slap, which makes Obsidian dizzy. How could he not understand? Su Yuan looked at herself when she was pulled in, which was exactly the same as the emotion in her eyes that she could never close. Su Yuan was so scared that she was saying, help me.
? Obsidian struggled to climb the eaves of the door, stood up and rushed to open the big tile door in the middle. The scene in front of him once again made him feel like a raging fire burning all over. Tricolor prone on Su Yuan, right hand raised a syringe, to Su Yuan. Su Yuan was in pain and cried. As she struggled, she cried and said, "I don't want an injection ... I don't want an injection ..." One after another, she cried like a stone weighing a thousand pounds, and he couldn't let himself think any more. She called out a soul-holding knife from the palm of her hand and raised her hand to cut it at Tricolor. At this time, a mass of black gas swept through, and Obsidian's soul knife was knocked to the ground. The same dark face stood in front of Obsidian with a cold face: "Obsidian, don't break the rules, his life is not over yet." At this point, obsidian obsidian eyes burning, can't hear any words. He just wants to cut these three colors into pieces. Hold his hand in the air, hold the soul knife back to obsidian's hands. He crossed the swallow, raised his knife and cut it. Before the knife cut to the tricolor back, Yan locked Obsidian with a soul chain and took him back to hell without saying a word.
? No matter how Su Yuan begged and cried, Tricolor threw the syringe on the ground and began to collude with Su Yuan again. Blood oozed from the eye of a needle, and Su Yuan cried herself hoarse. The door didn't close, and soon, footsteps sounded outside. Tricolor looked up from Su Yuan and looked out. I saw an old lady with gray hair quietly staring at the scene in the room. Seeing that it was his mother, Sanse couldn't help but get up again. She was about to say something, but she saw the landlord's old woman silently take the door, and the unhurried footsteps gradually faded away, like a splashing river gradually calming down. Tricolor Meng for a moment, and then turned around with a grimace of a grin. .....
the first paragraph
? After Obsidian was brought back to the underworld, Yan temporarily stopped his post and imprisoned him in the dungeon on the first floor, allowing him to reflect for a period of time. Because of mourning Su Yuan and hating his powerlessness, Obsidian beat on the wall all day to vent his anger, which often made the remaining ten floors of hell tremble and make Yan and all the ghosts feel very uncomfortable. So, when Obsidian tried his best to hit the wall again, a kid brought his soul-holding knife. Obsidian Obsidian stood in the open prison door, took the soul knife from the imp and rushed at Rashomon. Behind him came the kid's anxious cry: "Black Messenger, the king of Hades said that if you take away this soul-holding knife, it means that you need to guard Rashomon forever." Shouts spread to the ears of obsidian far away. Without any hesitation, he blew open Rashomon like the wind and came to No.23, Happiness Street on Earth. Two solid wooden doors painted with red paint are closed, and the word "Fu" on the door is more fragmented than before. Under the sunlight, the words "No.23 Happiness Street" on the doorplate are transparent, especially the three Chinese characters "Happiness Street". Because of the paint, if you don't look carefully, others will definitely be unable to piece together the complete meaning. Obsidian came in from the lacquer red door and found that there was no Su Yuan in the left and right rooms. At this time, there was a voice in the big tile house in the middle. Obsidian flew past, only to find Sanse, who wanted to cut quickly, sitting on the edge of a round table, next to an old lady and a middle-aged woman.
? The old lady Hua Jia crossed the table, holding the middle-aged woman's left palm in both hands: "Shu Zhen, for my usual affection for you orphans and widows, forget it. Sanse is still young and ignorant, don't care about him. " The middle-aged woman named Shu Zhen lowered her head and said nothing, trying to pull her left hand back from the old woman's hand. Seeing this, the old woman increased her strength in her hand and held Shu Zhen's hand tightly: "Don't worry about Su Yuan's medical expenses, we will pay for them." Hearing this, Shu Zhen finally looked up, looked at the tricolor sitting beside her, and then fixed her eyes on the old woman, but still didn't speak. Looking at the line of sight of Shu Zhen, the old lady looked away from the three hands intertwined on the table, sighed and said slowly, "I'll give you the deed of the room where you live now. If you need anything in the future, just ask and let nature take its course. " As soon as the voice fell, Tricolor hurriedly shouted "Mom!" The old woman took one look and the tricolor stopped. Then the old woman turned her eyes and looked at Shu Zhen with a smile. The dry wrinkles on her face are like dirt roads. Shu Zhen put his right hand on the back of the old woman's hand and said, "Now go and get it for me."
? The old woman glanced at Sancai with her eyes, but Sancai had to get up despite her reluctance. But as soon as he stood still, there was a sharp pain in his back, and then he saw a man in a black robe with a machete and looked at him blankly. At the moment when the soul was crushed, Tricolor seemed to be rejoicing when she saw the centipede scar on the black dress person's face.
? Bang, tricolor's body collapsed on the table like a huge pork, just holding down four overlapping hands on the table. There was a big hole behind the pork, and bright red blood flowed out continuously, which instantly dyed the big tile house red. Shu Zhen let out a cry of surprise, pushed open the pork stall and ran out of the room, rolling and crawling. The old woman saw that her son, who was just fine, turned into a cold corpse in a few minutes. She couldn't get up in one breath, closed her eyes and fell in the river of blood. Fresh blood flowed from the back of her head and merged into the stinking river of blood.
? the second part
? Obsidian came to the hospital with a soul knife. Pushing open the ward door, Su Yuan's pupil in a coma shrank. Six-year-old Su Yuan lay quietly in a snow-white hospital bed, her right eye swollen into a line, and the skin on her cheek was incomplete. Her body was covered with bronchi, and her once green and white arms were covered with pinholes. Obsidian took a deep breath, struggled to the front of the bed, held out his hand and turned it on Su Yuan's forehead. A stream of black gas rose from Su Yuan's brain Ran Ran, and Obsidian raised her hand, black gasified into the palm of her hand, without trace.
? At this time, a figure stumbled from the outside, and some blood drops were stained on her clothes. It's Shu Zhen. Obsidian stone stared at Shu Zhen, her clenched hand was loose and tight. She looked down at Su Yuan with her eyes closed, but she finally let go and wiped Shu Zhen's head. A white gas rises from Shu Zhen's head and disappears into the palm of Obsidian's hand. Then Shu Zhen fell unconscious on the ground. Obsidian leaned against the bed and condensed her breath to heal Su Yuan. When she saw all the scars and pinholes on Su Yuan's face disappear, Obsidian murmured, "If the world can't uphold justice for you, then I will. I can't come to see you in the future. You should grow up healthily, and we will meet again in a hundred years. I will take good care of Rashomon to prevent evil spirits from invading the world. "
? the third part
? The cold has disappeared, and the sunshine in midsummer is lazily sprinkled all over the happiness street through the dark blue bricks. Su Yuan sat in front of two painted solid wooden doors and licked sugar-coated haws. Shu Zhen came to the house behind her and squatted beside Su Yuan to help her wipe off the sugar stains on her lips. Su Yuan smiled innocently at Shu Zhen: "Mom, I always feel as if I have forgotten something." Looking at Su Yuan's smiling face, Shu Zhen couldn't help laughing: "I think so, too." Say that finish, touched Su Yuan's head and told her to eat slowly. Su Yuan raised Su Yan's little face, bent her eyes and smiled: "Sugar-Coated Berry is delicious!"
? Near dusk, the light on the ground is dim. A scarlet house number is nailed to the door wall, and the words "No.23 Happiness Street" are engraved in the song style of lilac white. It is vigorous and powerful, and passers-by can see it at a glance.