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Sun Jue holds a short knife in one hand and a rickety silver plate in the other. His broad sleeves were mottled with red and white, and he dragged himself to the ground from time to time.

At first glance, the most lively facade of Changle Street is Gongsun Pawnshop.

Luoshui town is surrounded by mountains on three sides. As the saying goes, relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, but there is another saying, that is, sitting on the mountain for nothing. There is no doubt that people in waterinfo are in the wrong posture, sitting instead of leaning. Over the past two hundred years, people have become more and more prosperous, the mountains have gradually become barren, life and death have disappeared, and the gas has gradually worn away.

It is said that the earliest residents came down from the mountain, and the leader's surname was Han. Tired of bandits, he led hundreds of people down the mountain, opened up a small town, and asked the only literate Mr. Gongsun to take the word "falling into the water". People fall into the water in the mountains and gather gas to make money, which is really prosperous for a hundred years.

The legend of the ancestors of mountain thieves has been passed down from generation to generation and precipitated in the blood of people in Luoshui Town. People have deep feelings for the town, and their bones are rebellious and stubborn. At the end of their tether, the more you eat, the poor will never move away and die in the town.

Sun Jue came to town at this time and opened a pawnshop overnight. People in the town began to say that he was a descendant of Mr. Sun.

"Isn't Mr. Gongsun childless?"

"Why did Mr. Gongsun's descendants come from outside the town?"

"On the other hand, does anyone know how Mr. Sun died? I have heard five kinds of sayings. "

"I don't know. Anyway, his surname is Gongsun, and he is a descendant of Mr. Gongsun. "

Gongsun Jue's pawnshop doesn't accept gold and silver, money tickets and jewels, but only human life, or people's hearts.

It is not easy to open the door to do business. After half a year, Lord Gongsun didn't open it. Until the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month last year, Mr. Fu from Jiebei Private School disappeared. His son Fu Jiang braved the heavy snow and knocked on the door of Gongsun pawnshop.

02

"I like it." Degree students fu qiang took off his cloak at the door.

"Like what?" Sun Jue put down his book, went to the bookshelf and lit two lamps.

"You don't know, there is a portrait of Mr. Gongsun hanging in my father's study, the one who named the town two hundred years ago. You're just like him. It was a little dark just now, but I really couldn't see clearly. I just feel that the house is bright now and looks more like it. "

The young man's face was full of surprises, and he felt at home with Sun Jue, as if a familiar portrait had come down from the wall since childhood.

"Is there anything left?"

Fu Jiang obviously intended to speak, but was interrupted by Sun Jue's question. The young man's mouth twitched and his smile was fixed on an embarrassing arc.

Sun Jue casually paced in the hall, deliberately hiding far away, waiting for the other person to go on, and Fu Qiang looked at the candlelight on the table and skipped.

"Sir, don't ask me why I came?"

"I'll wait for you to say."

Sun Jue can see that Fu Jiang's eyes and tone reveal a little sadness, a little regret and more confusion.

"Sir, I'm scared and I don't know what to do." Fu Jiang frowned and searched for the right words in his mind. "The old man died without saying a word before he died. I fought with him all my life and sang with him all my life. When he died, even if he said' study hard', I just didn't study hard and didn't say a word. "

Sun Jue stopped, listened to the young man, thought for a while, and said thoughtfully, "Do you blame your father?"

"That's right! The mess he left behind! " Mr Fu's eyes lit up, and an uncontrollable rage broke out, which faded in an instant. "I ... I really don't know how to live. All the friends we used to play with are gone. They said that my father died, and I would lose this family sooner or later. They are right! Sir, I'm going crazy at home. It is said that there will be a famine in the town. Although I haven't said anything for half a year, I don't want to starve to death. My father sends porridge to the poor every year, and the dead old man pretends to be merciful. What if they catch up with the famine this year and rob my grain depot? The days of abstinence from porridge are in these days. I shut myself in my room every day, afraid of hearing a knock at the door ... I heard that Mr. Wang Can pawned people's hearts here, so I thought ... I thought ... "

"Thinking about changing some benefits?" GongSunJue way, tone insipid let degree students fu qiang feel nothing shameful.

"Yes," degree students fu qiang nodded. "Sir, I put my heart here. What can I get? "

The weight of your heart.

"Is that all?" Actually Fu Jiang also don't quite understand, just afraid to ask more. From the moment he entered the door, Sun Jue always gave him a terrible sense of distance.

"People are dead, what else do you want?"

Everyone's dead. ......

This ..... Yes, people are dead. What else do you want to change? Even if it can be changed, what's the use to the dead? Fu Jiang realized this simple truth, but at the same time he felt it was not quite right. He was actually prepared, but it was not until Sun Jue said this that he completely believed that this pawnshop had no cover and he wanted a real life. He said hesitantly, for fear of offending Sun Jue: "That's the reason, but ... I always thought Mr. Wang was a pawnshop, and since he was a pawnshop ... I always thought I could change something ..."

Lord Gongsun was amused by his appearance. As soon as the sleeves of his robe were covered, he took out a piece of tissue paper from somewhere. "Don't be afraid, I'm not a murderer."

"This is ..." Mr. Fu took the paper and found it very thin, but it felt strong when he reached it, and it was not easy to tear it. Look again, I don't know any of the words on it.

"Yin and Yang, when your heart is taken away, weigh it and write it down. You can take it to the underworld and deliver it according to the contract The words above are not for people, but for the ghost king. "

"According to the contract ... how?"

"The less evil thoughts, the lighter the heart and the better the treatment."

Mr Fu blinked and seemed puzzled. "In other words, the better your heart, the less you need to go to hell, right?"

"No, everyone has evil thoughts, but not everyone has good thoughts, so we don't have to judge people with good thoughts. By the way, I can tell you a satisfactory result when you are dying. "

It's useless, but it's a comfort.

"Oh ..." Fu Jiang dispersed, as if trying to find out the truth, completely forgetting the purpose of his coming.

"Why? Sign it? " Sun Jue took back the deed of Yin and Yang from the young man and waved it in midair. "Wait until you think it over. You can come back another day. "

03

After Fu Jiang went to Gongsun pawnshop, a miracle happened. People say that the Fu family has less money and a good heart. Thanks to Mr. Gongsun transcend, he lived a good life there.

It is a good omen that the old lady Fu's incense table will not be published for three days. The sudden improvement of Li Danian's apathy in the west of Jiexi must be Fu Jiang's spirit of letting bygones be bygones and returning good for evil.

Master Fu Jiang's friends got together again, went to the door to pay a New Year call to the young master, passed by the Fu granary, and each of them brought two bags of food.

The old lady fu visited Gongsun Jue's business for the second time. On the same day, a little girl herding sheep starved to death in the western suburbs. Everyone thinks that famine is really coming, and death only needs an unreasonable reason. The unoccupied house of the Fu family was ransacked, and the business of Gongsun Jue was getting better and better.

Sun Jue has been very familiar with it for three months. He often holds a knife in one hand and a rickety silver plate in the other. His broad sleeves were mottled with red and white, and he dragged them to the ground from time to time, saying only a few words.

"Next."

A man and a woman came in. The man dressed up as an ordinary farmer, and the woman's clothes were not gorgeous, but they were obviously meticulous, with a delicate gold hairpin in her hair.

Sun Jue waved. "One is in front and the other is behind."

The two men scuffled at once. This man is the town in the southern suburbs of Su Li. Trembling, he said, "Please make an exception and let's be together."

His wife, Rui Niang, looked at it for a long time and shed tears. As she reached out and pulled the gold hairpin off her head, she pulled both of them down to their knees and said sadly, "Please save your husband, let us die together, and Chai Zi will make tea for you."

Sun Jue took the hair clasp, and he waved the silver plate, and the blood in the plate waved. Gongsun Sheng is not a conformist. One person is the same as another. Naturally, he has no interest in the beauty of adults and just wants to save a little time.

"Who will come first?"

The two knelt deeper and repeated pleading words in their mouths.

"I mean who comes first."

Sun Jue's tone was a little impatient, and his wrist turned, and the knife light flashed on the couple's faces. The couple buried their heads and no one looked at each other. Sun Jue slowly moved the light and shadow from one face to another. The woman took a long drink and stood up. Sun Jue glanced at her and made an invitation gesture.

"Nothing else?" Sun Jue asked as usual.

The woman was silent, her eyes seemed to say something, her back turned, her shoulders trembled slightly, and the man couldn't see her expression, so he knelt there motionless, as if to kneel down forever. Before she could speak, Sun Jue picked up a knife, ripped out her heart, and skillfully put it into a silver plate. Before the man came and closed his eyes, his wife's heart was safely on the plate, beating. Lord Gongsun squinted with one hand and said, "Seven virtues, dark blood, heavy worries."

"What kind of worry?" The man has already asked.

"calculation."

"I knew it! Sir, very clear! This woman must have calculated and killed my mother. " His voice is hoarse, and he is a different person just now.

Sun Jue threw his heart into the fire behind him and shook the silver plate.

"It's your turn?"

"Yes ..." The man stood up trembling, pulled his mouth involuntarily and whispered, "Knowing the true face of this woman will always die without regret."

When the man approached, he saw the woman still standing in the same place. He leaned over in front of him, and the woman immediately stared at him, tears rolling down, scaring him to the ground.

"Gong ... Mr. Sun ... after weighing people's hearts, people don't die right away ..."

Lord Gongsun pointed to the dusty sign at the door: Slow death, twelve taels of gold.

"Hairpins for Mr. Tea ..." This is what men say in their hearts.

"Know its true face and die without regret." This is what a woman just said.

"Can you walk?" Turning his wrist, Sun Jue saw that the man had lost his temper, so he walked over lazily and cut out his heart with a knife.

"Eight or two, crazy obsession."

04

"This pair is the most interesting." Han poured another glass of wine. "What did you say that sentence? You love to torture them, but it's very interesting, very interesting. "

"A close relative is a distant relative," Cui Jue said with a smile and waved. "First, they voluntarily signed the deed of Yin and Yang. Second, it is clear that people are torturing themselves, and you lost the bet. "

Han lost his temper. After his death, he became a ghost in the underworld. He heard that the situation in drowning town is not good, farming is no longer possible, and there is no traffic for business. He tried to bribe Cui Panguan to help him die, but Cui Jue laughed at him for not understanding people. He didn't believe it then.

"If you don't believe me, you can try people's hearts."

"How to try the heart? Take it out and weigh it? " Looking back now, Han's anger at that time was also funny. What I didn't expect was that Cui Jue let him lose so convincingly that he could only cover his face with a glass of wine. "All right, all right, but you are the pen holder. You won't gamble next time. There won't be a next time."

_THE END_

Brief introduction of the author

Afraid of people: The name comes from "Don't repeat the same mistakes, guests are often afraid of people". Students who are about to graduate should be vigilant and modest at any time in literature, even if their eyes and hands are often out of sync, they should write more and read more.

Original intention of writing: at first, I only conceived the part where the husband and wife seemed to live and die together, but in fact they were pregnant with each other. Later, the background was expanded and the whole town of Surabaya was written, which was a bit dystopian. People choose to die under the anxiety of survival, hoping to know their treatment in the underworld after death, and even want to prove their doubts about their loved ones before they die. What I want to express is probably the above kind of "humanity", which is a bit distorted and a bit sad.