Chapter 45:

The ancient city wall was built on the basis of the old wall. As long as visitors can touch, the bricks are mostly new. Although you can see the Bell Tower, Drum Tower, Mosque, and Chenghuang Temple from above, you have to be able to see it.
They entered from the south gate, turned around in Wengcheng, and found that the city wall was too big to imagine. It took at least two hours to walk around on foot. Pippi felt that his legs would definitely be sore. But Helan said he liked it, two hours would be two hours.
Helan Jingting followed her quietly along the way, listening to her endless nagging: "Don't look at the air is quite cold, in fact today is a sunny day, there is the sun, but the sun is very cold. No way, late autumn This is the case in Xi'an. Touch here, this is the South Gate, also called Yongning Gate. It is said to be the oldest gate in the city wall, built in the Sui Dynasty....... This is the arrow tower, the windows are square, touch here, ancient people Just hide here and shoot arrows."
Unexpectedly, the priest took out a palm-sized pocket camera from his pocket and pressed it to the front. Pippi thought it was funny, this man couldn't see anything, and he took pictures, he must be misaligned. But he was actually addicted to taking pictures, as long as she said where the scenery is good, he would definitely click.
"The night view of the South Gate is also very good. If you like it, let's come back in the evening and you can take a good shot." After the conversation, she felt a little bit sour, and her eyes couldn't help but cast a layer of wet mist.
"Smile at me." He didn't realize it.
She grinned wide, but a drop of tears came out, and the shutter clicked.
"Will it fail to follow?"
"Take a few more pictures at night and go back and spell it out." He said lightly, "I often do this, it's digital anyway."
She smiled relieved and helped him adjust the angle.
"That's right, aim here. You can shine that big lantern."
Someone passed them by bicycle. Approximately an Indian, very excited, shouted to her: "Dumipalo!"
Pippi pondered for a moment and said, "I don't think he speaks English..."
"It's Bengali." Helan Jingting said, "He says hello."
Pippi was horrified: "Do you know Bengali?"
He chuckled, did not nod, nor shook his head, admitting it was like not admitting.
"If Mr. Chen Yinke was still alive, he would be very happy to see you." She said cheerfully.
She also wanted to say that those dead languages, those fragments of oracle bones, and those Dunhuang manuscripts are all willing to see you. But she didn't ask much. She was content. In Helan Jingting's long life, she only wants to occupy a small spot. Other than that, there is no extravagance.
"Since you are in Xi'an, I really want to recommend a small book by Mr. Xiang Da: "Tang Dynasty Chang'an and the Civilization of the Western Regions", which is very well written and easy to understand. Even Mr. Chen Yinke admires him. "He said seriously.
Pippi tilted her head and looked at him with a smile. Helan Jingting is still an academic after all, and likes to drop his book bags. There are rows of books on the bookshelf in his house. The 900-year-old fox has so much knowledge. And so much knowledge can't show off, what a loss it is. The priest is so calm.
"If you come to write, you must write better than him, for sure!" she said sincerely.
"Me?" He shook his head, "I just can't write, describe but don't write."
"So, after reading so many books, which story do you like best?"
He thought for a while and said: "My favorite is a story written by a Frenchman."
"Your favorite story is not Chinese?" Pippi was a little surprised.
"Why do I have to like Chinese stories?"
"Aren't you a Chinese fox?"
"When did I say that I was a Chinese fox? I have no nationality."
Pippi was silly, and his eyes widened: "Don't tell me that I married a foreign fox. Then I need a visa to go to your hometown?"
"Um... I am not a foreign country. There is no country where I was born."
"Then you are... the fox in the desert?"
"Why keep on chasing? Does it matter where you were born?"
"Then what is your favorite story?"
"The myth of Sisyphus."
"I haven't heard of it. Does it look good? I'll borrow a copy to see it sometime."
"It doesn't look good to you. It's boring." He patted her on the head. "You still don't want to look."
"Say a word in the story that impressed you the most." She pretended to interview, "Mr. Helan!"
"Hmm..." He thought for a moment: "Sisyphus is a in the Shiraz mythology. He made a mistake. The gods punished him for pushing a huge boulder up to the top of the mountain. When he reached the top of the mountain, the boulder rolled down again. You have to push it up again. So ineffective and hopeless to repeat. But the person who wrote the story doesn't think he is a tragedy or absurd. He thinks he is happy because he loves the world, fate belongs to him, and rocks are his business. , Everything is not exhausted yet."
"Wow, so profound and so philosophical, it's hard to understand!" Pippi exaggerated. Then he put his hand on top of his head: "Feel it, I have long hair."
He touched and frowned: "Not a lot."
"Then you help me again tonight?" Pippi's voice was a little bit ridiculous, as if to seduce someone. She discovered for the first time that her voice could be so sexy.
"No, I need a bodyguard." He said deliberately, "What if I accidentally be assassinated?"
"Please—"
"Then you swear to me, from now on, take my beads every day, even if you die, you have to take them into the coffin."
Oh, that charm pearl.
Pippi said guiltily, "What about the beads? Well—it's like this: I was scared yesterday, so I put the beads in an envelope and sent it back to you. So there are no beads anymore." She hurriedly said: "I sent the express mail service. The most expensive one will definitely not be lost. I will wear it as soon as I get home, just like Brother Bao’s jade. Don’t forget it. Immortal life and everlasting prosperity will never leave, and the age will continue forever."
His eyes softened, he snorted, and said, "Well, I won't hold you accountable for the time being. By the way, isn't there a turret nearby?"
"Just ahead. I'll take you there."
The turret looks like a two-story pavilion. Lanterns hung on the cornices at the corners. She took him to the second floor, and was suddenly dragged into a dark corner before she stood still. She was so scared that she almost screamed, her mouth was immediately blocked by him.
"Helan--" She was held firmly by him, and she couldn't move.
"Don't worry, there is no one around at the moment." Seeing that she was still kicking her legs, he simply picked her up, bent a leg, and let her sit on him.
He kissed her passionately, first to the mouth, then to the earlobes. He was talking, not knowing what he was talking about.
She let out an "Oh", lowered her voice, and said in a panic: "Helan, this is a public place!"
"This is the wild."
His lips rested on the collarbone, sucking the breath of her body narcissistically, staying for a while, and moving to his shoulders. His breathing was slow, deep and gentle, with a faint floral scent and the fragrance of forest vegetation.
Pippi screamed secretly, and she wore a shawl when it was so cold today. The shawl is very warm, so I only wore a tight-fitting off-shoulder knit sweater with Lalian on the front.
"No..." She was messed up, "I heard voices."
"..."
"Hurry up, okay?" She hugged him in horror, his head still lingering on her chest, "There are tourists everywhere here, how bad the influence is."
"not enough."
"Ah, there is someone downstairs...really someone!"
"passing by."
"I think someone has come in."
She heard footsteps, and then someone went up the stairs. Her face was facing the stairs, panicked, shy, embarrassed, panicked, and sweaty. But Helan Jingting's lips moved back again, without any intention of giving up. The only thing she could do was hold her shawl tightly.
They are two college students, probably also a couple, holding a small flag of the tour group in their hands. Just when I went upstairs, I suddenly saw this scene, looking at each other, his mouth wide open.
Helan Jingting turned around and said calmly: "You two, do you mind?"
The boy knew, and said hurriedly: "No, no, please. We will disappear immediately." After that, the girl disappeared.
Pippi kicked him angrily: "You can't stop, wait until they leave?"
"No," he wrapped around again, and kissed her with a smile, "be careful next time."
"Wait later to ride a bike, okay?"
He was taken aback, and then said: "Okay. Go and ride, I am here waiting for you."
"Fool, there is a tandem bicycle. I will take you for a drive."
On a tandem bicycle, Helan Jingting sat in the back. Pippi peddled hard in front, sweating like rain, feeling like a tricycle worker.
"Need to ride so fast?"
"Can you help me kick? Why am I so tired?"
"Will this be uphill?"
"No, flat ground."
"I pedaled, really."
"You have no effort. This is a two-person car. Both people have to pedal."
"It's mainly you pedaling." He said, "You are in front."
"Ah! People's legs are sore."
"It's fine to exercise."
The leather belt rode him for an hour and walked a full circle around the ancient city wall. Helan Jingting sat comfortably behind, as if sitting on a tricycle.
"Get out of the car, here. It's already a lap." Pippi landed on one long leg, panting with exhaustion.
"Pippi, it's really comfortable to ride in your car. It's fast and steady." Helan still didn't finish, "Will you have another lap?"
"It's rare for you to be happy today. Girl, I will take you again and sit down." Pippi drank half a bottle of water and took him on the road. This time she rode counterclockwise for a long time. Po, the wind blew in her ears and almost blew off her shawl. She screamed happily, "Ah-so cool! Helan!"
No one spoke up behind.
"Helan?"
"Don't look back." He said, "I am in my true form now."
"Ah~~~~~~~~ Oh!"
She hit the city wall with a car. A big bag popped on his forehead. Regardless of the pain, he blindfolded his hands and asked with a trembling voice: "Helan, have you changed back yet?"
Cool fingers touched her face, and he said, "There is no real shape, it's just a joke."
"Scared me to death." Her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
"I'm sorry." He looked a little weird, "Your head is bleeding."
"It's okay, it's a bit torn." There was a band-aid in her purse, and she found it immediately.
"So," his tone was a little stiff, "Are you afraid of my true form?"
sensitive topics.
"No, I'm not afraid." She shook his hand firmly, "I just suddenly remembered the story in the Liao Zhai."
"what story?"
She was silent for a while, but couldn't answer. The atmosphere between them froze for a moment, a terrible tension tightened, and thousands of mountains and rivers separated them. And their hands held together, like a sky bridge in the Milky Way, getting cold bit by bit.
"I don't remember the specific story," she smiled bitterly, "I only remember that after the original form is revealed, it is life and death."
"Do you think we will be like this?" He said, "Do you just have so little confidence?"
"No. If there is no life and death, how can the story move people? It is not a story between us. I just have never seen a real fox. If I suddenly became a rabbit while riding a bike, you too Startled, isn't it?"
"I won't." He said surely, "No matter what you become, I won't be surprised."
Arguing with the priest is futile, Pippi looked at him, smiled bitterly for a moment, and sighed helplessly.
After a pause, Helan Jingting said again: "I forgot to tell you. This time I came to Xi'an to see the foxes.-Real foxes. Lots of them."
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