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穿越五十天，《鳞痕》
林薇再次睁开眼时，鳞片正顺着她的锁骨往下蔓延。
她是穿来的，穿成了古籍里那条修成人形的美女蛇，被困在终南山的寒潭底。而那个每天来喂她生肉的猎户，叫沈砚，眉眼像极了她现代爱到骨子里的人。
“今日猎到只白狐，皮给你铺窝。”沈砚的声音带着山涧的清冽，指尖碰过她手腕时，鳞片竟泛起浅粉。林薇蜷缩着，看他蹲在潭边生火，火光映得他侧脸轮廓分明——和记忆里那个雨天为她撑伞的少年，重合了。
她开始贪恋这份温暖。趁他熟睡，偷偷用蛇尾卷住他的衣角；在他被毒蛇咬伤时，冒死吐出内丹救他，自己却虚弱得差点打回原形。沈砚醒来时，只看到她苍白着脸，笑说“碰巧有解药”。
他信了。开始带她走出寒潭，去看山间的杜鹃，去摘崖上的野果。他说：“阿薇，等我攒够钱，就带你下山，买个小院。”林薇把这句话刻在心上，鳞片在月光下泛着柔和的光。
变故来得猝不及防。山下村落突发瘟疫，有人看见她在月夜现出过蛇尾，便指认她是妖物作祟。村民举着火把围上山，沈砚挡在她身前，红着眼吼：“她不是妖！”
可当林薇为护他，被迫现出半人半蛇的模样，咬退冲在最前的村民时，沈砚的脸色一点点冷了下去。
“原来……他们说的是真的。”他后退一步，手里的柴刀哐当落地，“你救我，是不是也想……吃了我？”
林薇的心像被冰锥刺穿。她想解释，喉咙里却只能发出嘶嘶的声。村民趁机用符咒困住她，桃木钉狠狠扎进她的七寸。剧痛中，她看见沈砚站在人群后，眼神空洞，像在看一个全然陌生的东西。
他们要烧死她。火舌舔上裙角时，林薇忽然笑了，笑得鳞片脱落，渗出血珠。她最后望了一眼沈砚，那个曾说要给她买小院的人，此刻正被一个村姑拉着胳膊，别过了头。
烈焰吞噬意识前，她想起现代的那个雨天。少年把伞塞给她，自己冲进雨里，回头喊：“林薇，等我回来！”
可他没回来，出了车祸。她穿越，遇见沈砚，以为是上天补偿，原来只是又一场更残忍的玩笑。
火灭了，只留下一滩焦黑的痕迹，和几片烧不化的、带着血迹的鳞。沈砚后来疯了，总在深夜抱着一块冰冷的鳞片哭，说：“阿薇，我错了……你回来好不好？”
可山风只会呜咽，再没有那条会在月光下偷偷用尾巴勾他衣角的蛇，回应他了。
Scales of Remembrance
When Lin Wei opened her eyes again， scales were creeping down from her collarbone.
She had traveled through time， becoming the beautiful snake spirit from ancient texts， trapped at the bottom of a frigid pool in Zhongnan Mountain. The hunter who came daily to feed her raw meat was named Shen Yan， and his features were eerily similar to the man she had loved deeply in modern times.
“Caught a white fox today，“ Shen Yan said， his voice as clear as a mountain stream.“I’ll use its pelt to line your nest.“ When his fingertips brushed her wrist， her scales flushed a faint pink. Lin Wei curled up， watching him squat by the pool to build a fire. The flames lit up his sharp侧脸—and in that moment， he merged with the memory of the boy who had held an umbrella for her on a rainy day.
She grew greedy for this warmth. While he slept， she’d偷偷 coil her serpent tail around the hem of his robe. When a venomous snake bit him， she risked her life to spit out her inner core to save him， leaving herself so weak she nearly reverted to her original form. When Shen Yan woke， she only smiled， pale-faced， and said，“I happened to have an antidote.“
He believed her. He began taking her out of the pool: to see azaleas on the mountainside， to pick wild fruit from cliffs.“A’Wei，“ he said，“once I save enough money， I’ll take you down the mountain. We’ll buy a small courtyard.“ Lin Wei etched those words into her heart; her scales glowed softly in the moonlight.
Disaster struck without warning. A plague broke out in the village below. Someone claimed to have seen her serpent tail under the moon， accusing her of being a demon bringing misfortune. Villagers surrounded the mountain with torches. Shen Yan stood in front of her， his eyes red.“She’s no demon!“ he shouted.
But when Lin Wei， to protect him， was forced to reveal her half-human， half-serpent form and bit back the leading villager， Shen Yan’s face slowly turned cold.
“So… what they said was true，“ he muttered， stepping back. The woodcutter’s knife in his hand clattered to the ground.“When you saved me… were you planning to… eat me too?“
Lin Wei’s heart felt pierced by an icicle. She tried to explain， but only a hissing sound escaped her throat. The villagers seized the chance to trap her with talismans， driving peach wood nails into her vitals. Through the agony， she saw Shen Yan standing behind the crowd， his gaze empty， as if staring at a complete stranger.
They meant to burn her. When the flames舔(licked) at the hem of her skirt， Lin Wei suddenly laughed—a laugh that made her scales fall away， oozing blood. She looked at Shen Yan one last time. The man who had once promised her a courtyard was now being pulled by a village girl， his head turned away.
Before the fire consumed her consciousness， she remembered that rainy day in modern times. The boy had thrust his umbrella into her hands， dashed into the rain， and called back，“Lin Wei， wait for me!“
But he never returned. He’d died in a car accident. When she’d traveled through time and met Shen Yan， she’d thought it was heaven’s compensation. It turned out to be just another， crueler joke.
The fire died down， leaving only a charred stain and a few bloodied scales that wouldn’t burn. Shen Yan went mad afterward. He’d often cradle a cold scale at night， weeping.“A’Wei， I was wrong… please come back.“
But the mountain wind only whimpered. There was no longer a snake that would偷偷(secretly) hook his衣角 with her tail under the moon to answer him.