The river is filled with smoke and water, and the green hills in the mist can be seen in the shadows, like a delicate ink painting.
"This is like a painting for you ghosts from the mortal world, but for those who have lit the ghost lamp for thousands of years, this is the place of life and death. When the ancient gods fought, the corpses slaughtered The Wangchuan River is full." The ghost messenger untied the rope hanging off the stern of the boat, "Follow the boat, and soon you will see the Naihe Bridge."
Yan Dan quietly looked at the ghosts around him, each of them looked sluggish, didn't know about personnel, and they did what the ghosts said. Although she was not incarnated into the Tao of Reincarnation, she lost her immortal status. According to the rules of the underworld, it would not be easy for her to leave casually. Could it be that she also has to cross the Overnight Forgotten River with such a mortal ghost, and then become a human again
She remembered the mortal world that Ying Yuanjun had told her, mortals only have a short life span of a hundred years, but in these hundred years, some people will live comfortably, and some people will suffer. There is no way to choose the process, so you can always choose the way, whether to laugh or cry.
Yan Dan followed the ghosts and slowly waded down Yewang River. Beside him is a ghost boat, with an old soul-inducing lamp hanging on the bow, the light is yellow like beans, and it jumps slowly.
After crossing the night and forgetting the river, you will forget the past, and from now on, the old things have nothing to do with her.
Even though she can cut off the relationship, she can't cut off the longing. Unless she completely forgets it, she will always remember her original thoughts, those persistent feelings.
She didn't know how long she had walked, and her body slowly became numb in the icy Wangchuan water, but the mortals around her gradually drifted away, and she tried her best to catch up, but she couldn't catch up - it seemed like she closed her eyes, what? At that time, even the few figures who were walking farther and farther disappeared. At the junction of water and sky, it was all empty, and she was the only one left in the endless Yewang River. Yan Dan watched as the sun on the horizon moved from the east to the west water, and finally disappeared.
This world is so quiet that it is always empty, except for the slight wind, there has never been anything. In this world, it seems that she is the only one, those people, familiar faces, those things, laughing or crying, but it's just a mirror, and when I reach out and touch it, it suddenly disappears. .
Those phantoms were inadvertently shattered.
Yan Dan walked slowly in the water, the Wangchuan water was very deep, but she always walked without touching her feet. She didn't know how long it would take to cross the Naihe Bridge, and there was only the boundless river in front of her. Maybe she went wrong, but for so long, no one passed by and told her where she should go.
After a long, long time, a group of souls finally walked past her, almost in the blink of an eye, those people disappeared, and she was the only one left.
It turned out that she did not go wrong, as long as she walked along the Wangchuan water, she could find where she was going.
She is not the only one in this world. She walks too slowly and will definitely be left behind.
Just wait, wait a little longer, and others will pass by. She told herself over and over again that there would come a day when she could go to another place with others, but it was just a little slower.
The sunset in Yewangchuan is beautiful and lonely, like a touch of red on the cheeks of a beauty, but what kind of splendid sunset does it take to dye this vast and boundless river into a slightly bright red
Yan Dan couldn't remember exactly how many mortals walked up from behind him and disappeared in the end. She only heard the ghost messenger sighing as he rowed away, "What an idiot, how could he not forget his past."
Don't you want to forget
Yan Dan's body has long been so cold that he has lost consciousness, and he is getting more and more tired, but he can't see the shadow of Naihe Bridge.
She thought wearily, how long had she stayed in the Wangchuan water? Years, decades, or decades
She didn't know that day after day, the sunset was also gorgeous day after day.
The ghosts will still row by the boat and light the spirit lamp, and sometimes, the boater will be replaced by a bull-headed horse. Each of them shook their heads at her, sighed, and walked away.
But her appearance has not changed at all, and she doesn't know how long it has passed.
The last time, the ghost messenger stopped and said with a sigh, do you know how many years you have been in Yewangchuan
Yan Dan shook his head blankly.
The ghost is worse than a gesture.
Has it been eighty years
It has been more than 800 years. If you continue like this, you will become a piece of ghost corpse under the river. You cannot reincarnate, and you will only be ignorant for the rest of your life.
Eight hundred years. In a blink of an eye, a moment of fragrance.
Yan Dan smiled faintly.
She raised her eyes and looked at the front, on the Yanbo River, the setting sun was like blood, like a crack, forcibly severing the heaven and the earth.
The person I saw in front of me was sitting at the table, reaching out and groping carefully, slowly carving out the shape of an agarwood incense burner, and when she heard her footsteps, she turned her head slightly and brought a faint smile to the corner of her mouth.
Yan Dan did not turn into a ghost, nor did he lose his mind.
She slowly opened her eyes and moved her body, which was slightly aching from the wooden bed board underneath. This is a very simple room, the panes of the tables and chairs are a little outdated, with a faint brown luster.
Yan Dan just sat up when he heard the door creaked open. She looked up and saw a man in plain clothes standing at the door. He was holding a bowl of steaming soup in his hand, and his eyebrows were caught in the white air.
"Are you awake? Then drink this bowl of soup medicine." The man approached, raised his hand and handed over the medicine bowl. He has weak hands, with smooth manicured nails, like writing hands.
Yan Dan took the medicine bowl, took a few sips, felt it was bitter, and couldn't help frowning. She knows a lot of immortal methods used to heal wounds, but she doesn't know anything about the pulse of herbs in the mortal world. What's more, although she has no immortal status, with her body blood, ordinary herbs are useless. It's just that the other party may be his own savior, and he is embarrassed to refuse the medicine that the other party has worked so hard to make.
When the man saw her frowning, he suddenly laughed: "You are still afraid of hardship, but at last you don't have the same temperament as you used to be reluctant to take medicine."
Yan Dan's heart thumped, and the hand holding the medicine bowl also paused. It seemed that something was not right, but it happened suddenly, and she couldn't figure it out immediately. Taking advantage of the other person's turn, she slanted and poured most of the remaining bowl of soup medicine into a plate of bluegrass on the bedside table, and then continued to hold the bowl with only some medicinal residues left.
The man walked to the table, opened a porcelain jar, poured something into the bowl, and walked over with it: "After drinking the medicine, drink a few more mouthfuls of Tremella and lotus seed soup, and you won't feel bitter."
Yan Dan looked vigilantly at the porcelain bowl he was holding in his hand, feeling apprehensive, tremella lotus seed soup, even if she was killed, she would not drink: "... Just give me a glass of water, thank you."
The man smiled, turned around and poured a glass of water, but instead of handing it to her, he approached her lips: "Thank you, why is Madam so polite?"
Yan Dan put the medicine bowl aside, took the teacup in his hand, took a sip to moisten his dry throat, and suddenly froze: what did he just say? How can Madam be so polite... Madam? !
Although she has never been to the mortal world, she has seen it in books. Madam should mean wife, right
Could it be that she remembered it wrong, or that the customs of the mortal world have completely changed. Recently, "Mrs." is like a girl and a young lady, and can be used to address a woman you don't know before
But generally speaking, even if the mortal customs change, it will not change so quickly. This is probably just because she has been immersed in the Wangchuan water for too long, and she has an illusion, right? Yan Dan weighed it up and felt that it was more likely that he had heard it wrong. Half in doubt, he lowered his head and drank two large sips of water. Suddenly he heard the other party's tone rise slightly, and called out again: "Madam?"
"...Cough, cough, cough!" Yan Dan choked.
She coughed a few times, barely holding her breath, and turned to look at him: "Madam? You call me Madam?"
The man lowered his body slightly, with a look of surprise on his face: "What's wrong with you today? It's a little strange. If you don't want me to call you Madam, then I'll change my name to Madam." Sven, it's just that the corners of his eyes are sharply picked, and there is a faint hint of coldness.
Yan Dan looked at him for a long time and felt that he didn't seem to be making some silly jokes on purpose, so he said seriously: "But I'm not your wife, this is the first time I've seen you. Maybe it's just yours. Does my wife look a bit like me?"
The man's face never showed any joy or anger, and he didn't look at her carefully to identify it. He just took the cup in her hand, turned around and walked to the table: "Do you want to drink more water?"
Yan Dan shook his head and was about to speak when he heard a woman's carefree voice from outside: "Mr. Zhao! Are you in the back room, Mr. Zhao?"
The man replied lightly, "I'll come out right now." He put down the cup, paused slightly when he walked to the door, and turned his back to Yan Dan and said, "Madam, you are not in good health, so just take care of yourself at home."
Yan Dan was sullen, what the hell was going on with this person, who kept claiming that she was his wife, she grew up in Heaven, and later spent eight hundred years in Yewangchuan, how could there be an extra husband overnight
I vaguely heard the voice of the woman who was talking just now coming from the outhouse: "Mr. Zhao, is Madam Zun's illness still not getting better?" I don't know what the Mr. Zhao replied, and the woman immediately said: "God sees mercy, Mr. Zhao Your kindness will definitely be rewarded."
Yan Dan only felt dizzy. This Mr. Zhao looked so gentle and cold, and he was calm and thoughtful in dealing with others. What the hell does this happen? She only woke up one day and found that she left Yewangchuan and came here. What happened in the middle? Here, where is it, is it still in the underworld
Yan Dan held his head and thought hard, but couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, he heard two soft knocks on the door. Then the door was pushed open, and a slender and inconspicuous girl was holding a wooden Pan came in, and on the wooden plate was a hairpin with a comb, a bronze mirror, and a hairpin. The girl walked closer, leaned slightly to salute, and whispered, "Madam, I'll help you comb your hair."
Yan Dan raised his head, slightly unable to bear it: "I'm not a lady, you have mistaken someone."
The girl was stunned for a moment, then looked at her cautiously: "Mr. Zhao will be angry when she hears what Madam said." She put the wooden tray on the cabinet by the bedside, picked up a wooden comb, and stretched out her hand lightly. Gently lift up Yandan's hair, comb it slowly to the end, and gesture lightly and skillfully.
Yan Dan didn't move, just stared at the image in the bronze mirror.
This bronze mirror is an old thing, slightly worn, although the face in the picture is not so clear, it is enough. Yan Dan finally understood why that Mr. Zhao and this girl would recognize her as someone else.
Not because she and Mrs. Zhao are similar in birth, but—
The face reflected in the mirror was no longer Yan Dan's original face.