Xiang Que had a white head overnight, his hair was a foot long, and after that long roar, he was stunned.
Ten days into Lishan to no avail, the first emperor's mausoleum for half a month hopeless, Xiang Que was forced to go mad.
He came to view the Emperor's Mausoleum naturally to improve his cultivation to carry the old tomb of Xishan after two and a half years, but his state of mind was affected when the Mausoleum was fruitless, that is, he was commonly known as drilling the tip of the horns, suffering from depression, and the crazy and restless Dao Qi in his body had nowhere to vent, making him white overnight With his hair up to a foot long, and his tattered clothes, he looked like a homeless man begging on the street.
From that day on, there was one more madman in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, a crazy young man with white hair, most of the time he sat under the stone tablet, looking at the Mausoleum of the First Emperor with blank eyes and empty eyes, and his mouth was always repeating a sentence.
"Why······ Why······ Nothing can be seen."
At night, the mad young man curled up under the stone monument and slept, never moving his place, even if it rained heavily on the top of the mountain, he let the rain fall on his body and did not do anything, as if he were stupid and did not know how to shelter from the rain.
On weekdays, there are tourists passing by in the scenic spot who will throw him a little food casually, and the staff will sometimes bring him some meals, completely treating him as a helpless homeless man.
When the madman is unlucky when he encounters someone who is not in a good mood and is not in a good mood, he will be slapped twice and kicked a few times, but he never reacts.
Fortunately, this homeless man only occasionally repeats that sentence, and never harasses tourists, and over time, the people in the scenic spot don't care about him at all.
After another half a month, Xiang Que's hair was whiter and longer, and a white hair covered his head and he couldn't see his face clearly, covering his body with dirt, and he was even more nervous, and after waking up during the day, he walked around the Mausoleum of the First Emperor alone and walked around the Mausoleum of the First Emperor in circles Sky.
Day after day, the homeless man seems to be rooted in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, there is no intention to leave, repeating one thing every day, getting up in the morning and circling around the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, returning to sleep under the stele at night, some eat a bite, and go to drink water under the water faucet when thirsty.
On June 10th, the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, there are surprisingly many tourists on the Emperor's Mausoleum, and the crowds are crowded, and the mountains are crowded.
A madman wandered through the crowd with his shoulders slumped, his mouth was full of words, he walked without distinguishing straight lines and curves, he walked completely according to his mood, he stopped and stopped or suddenly turned a corner, or he stumbled as if he was about to fall, and his steps were quite elegant, and he walked on the top of the mountain After a few laps, I touched a lot of people, and I didn't particularly care about the big heart, and the small ones scolded and scolded, but I saw that he was a madman and then he was quite helpless.
This madman seems to be tireless, constantly interspersing with the crowd of tourists, always saying the same thing in his mouth.
Later, the staff of the scenic spot was really out of line, and the two of them hurriedly grabbed his arm and dragged him outside: "Big brother, usually you practice Lingbo microwave here, just forget it, at this time there are many people like canned sardines, don't make a mess for us, hurry up, I'll find you a cool place."
Fang, can you eat some food?
Then sleep honestly, and when this little long vacation is over, we don't care about you in this Huashan sword."
"Why······ Why can't you see it?"
the madman let people carry him forward, still babbling in his mouth.
"I feel like he has to figure out more than 100,000 whys in the past month or so, why do you repeat this sentence, do you think he watched 100,000 when he was a child, why did he watch too much, and then go crazy?"
"I'll go, is this still possible?"
The person next to him shuddered.
"Why not?
Why else does he keep muttering that sentence, hey, what are you shivering?"
"Damn it, I have to hurry home, I just bought a copy of this book for my son the day before yesterday, I'm going to go back and burn it" The two of them took Xiang Que and threw him into the office of the scenic spot, and then put down a box of lunches and went out to get busy, Xiang Que didn't feel anything about it, and after eating, he walked around the house alone, and continued to chatter in his mouth.
I don't know how long it took, in the evening, when the number of tourists in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor decreased, two business vehicles drove straight from a small road under the mountain to the front of the office of the mountain scenic spot, and the person in charge had already received a call and waited in front of the door.
Several people got out of the two business cars, in their twenties and thirties, both men and women.
The person in charge of the scenic spot was very enthusiastic, and invited them into the reception room after coming forward to greet them, and as soon as the gang entered the building, they saw a crazy figure dangling in the corridor.
"More than a month ago, there was a homeless man on the mountain, and he didn't leave after coming here, he walked around the imperial mausoleum every day, and he turned around for more than a month, how did he come here today" The person in charge frowned after explaining a few words, walked to Xiang Que and patted him on the shoulder: "Find a place to stay honestly, no."
It's good to catch you, don't mess around everywhere, don't hear me?"
The maniac with his hair continued to spin in circles: "Why······ Why······ Can't see anything?
” "Let's go, let's go, leave him alone anyway, he won't be in the way, otherwise we would have been kicked out" The person in charge had a headache and beckoned a few people behind him to go to the reception room.
As the group passed by the madman, a woman with light makeup looked back at the madman's back and stopped.
"What are you looking at?
What's so nice about a madman," another woman beside her pulled her.
The woman sighed and said with a smile: "Maybe I'm a little dizzy and tired, and I think he's ······ It looks familiar."
"Huh, familiar?
Who do you think you know could be like this?"
"Maybe it's just dazzled" The woman looked back at the madman and shook her head helplessly.
When she turned her head, the back of the madman appeared in front of her eyes again, and she wanted to overlap the crazy man with the figure she remembered in her mind, but she found that the two figures could never be completely and tightly overlapped.
She asked herself, the two of them couldn't find anything in common, maybe they just had some similarity.
After a few people from the two business cars left the conference room, they were arranged in a few rooms in the back by the person in charge of the scenic spot, the Lishan First Emperor's Mausoleum Scenic Area does not provide accommodation services, but since the First Emperor's Mausoleum was excavated, there will be some people in the scenic spot every year to stay in the relationship, one The residence is more than a month, and even a few months long.
And these people who came this time are the first wave of permanent residents who came to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor this year.