That night, Yu Qingyao dreamed again. In this dream, she appeared directly in the corridor of the main tomb.
Zhu Hanxiu pointed his sword at her fiercely and said sharply: "I forgot to kill you last night, you won't be able to escape tonight, you are dead."
Yu Qingyao completely ignored her threat, walked over, took her hand, smiled and said: "Before killing me, let's play for a while?"
Zhu Hanxiu was stunned for a while, thinking that it would be okay to play for a while, so she put away her sword and asked, "What are you playing today?"
Yu Qingyao said with a smile: "We play singing and dancing, can you?"
Zhu Hanxiu shook his head.
Yu Qingyao taught her to sing and dance. She started with dance in kindergarten. What about the little girl picking mushrooms? She did a demonstration first, singing and dancing, which made Zhu Hanxiu giggle.
Then she forced Zhu Hanxiu to follow suit.
Zhu Hanxiu was embarrassed at first, but with Yu Qingyao's kind encouragement and demonstration, she followed suit.
After playing for a while, Yu Qingyao told jokes. She had seen a lot of jokes, and she just told one or two, which made Zhu Hanxiu giggle.
There is no way, Zhu Hanxiu has never heard a joke.
What is the status of Old Ancestor Zhu, how could he tell jokes with his daughter? Qingyun couldn't do it anymore.
Zhu Hanxiu has lived for three thousand years, and has never been so happy in her life.
Before I knew it, it was dawn again.
At night, as soon as Yu Qingyao fell asleep, Zhu Hanxiu couldn't wait to enter her dream. Zhu Han said handsomely, "I ran away for you again last night, and I won't let you go this time."
"Okay, I see. By the way, have you ever shopped?"
"It seems that I went shopping when I was a child, I don't really remember."
"Shopping is a natural skill for girls, let me take you shopping!" After finishing speaking, Yu Qingyao changed her dream to the streets of Wu Guojianye. She held Zhu Hanxiu's hand and started shopping, bought snacks to eat together, commented on passers-by, took Zhu Hanxiu to a clothing store to buy clothes, taught her how to match clothes, took her to listen to plays and watch juggling, etc.
She was as natural as going shopping with a good friend. Zhu Hanxiu looked at everything in front of her as a novelty, and unconsciously forgot to kill Yu Qingyao.
Then, it was daylight again.
Zhu Hanxiu persevered in entrusting dreams to Yu Qingyao every night. Yu Qingyao completely ignored her threats, and pulled her to play non-stop, changing tricks.
On the ninth day, when Zhu Hanxiu entered Yu Qingyao's dream again, she didn't even bother to take the sword, and asked directly: "What are we playing today?"
Yu Qingyao was naturally beaming, and then took her to play.
She clearly felt that Zhu Hanxiu was no longer angry with herself. She dreamed that she was not trying to kill herself, but was looking forward to seeing herself and playing with her.
By the fifteenth day, Yu Qingyao had clearly felt Zhu Hanxiu's love for her. She was friendly, even intimate, with herself. Zhu Hanxiu had put down his guard in front of her, and started talking and laughing naturally. When he saw something he didn't understand, he would take the initiative to ask her.
In the process, Yu Qingyao discovered that Zhu Hanxiu was naive and naive beyond her expectations. Her parents didn't seem to teach her any knowledge of the world, let alone the knowledge and skills that should be learned. Zhu Hanxiu's level of knowledge is not even as good as elementary school students.
Regarding this discovery, Yu Qingyao secretly spurned Zhu Laozu and his wife, and gave birth to a child but didn't teach it. Is this the rhythm of playing after birth
She secretly rejoiced that Zhu Hanxiu, who didn't understand anything, was so easy to fool.
On the twenty-first night, Yu Qingyao saw Zhu Hanxiu in her dream, and she followed Zhu Hanxiu into the main tomb.
There is an incense table here, on which there are two urns and two coffins. On one tablet was written "the spiritual tablet of my late husband Zhu Youshen" in beautiful and vigorous fonts, and on the other tablet, "the spiritual tablet of mother Qingyun" was written crookedly.
When Yu Qingyao took a look, she knew that the first spiritual seat should belong to Patriarch Zhu, and it was written by Qingyun. The second spiritual position should be written by Zhu Hanxiu.
Immediately, the most unforgettable moment of Zhu Hanxiu's childhood appeared in front of her eyes.
She saw Zhu Hanxiu, who was about eight or nine years old, take out a bucket of red liquid with a mysterious face, and said to another little girl: "This is the best thing my father gave me. You are my best friend. I Give you a drink, don't tell others."
The little girl nodded happily, took a sip full of anticipation, then spit it out, and exclaimed: "What is this? It's fishy and smelly, it's so bad!"
Zhu Hanxiu couldn't figure it out, so he took a sip and said in satisfaction, "No way! It's really delicious!"
The little girl looked at it suspiciously for a while, smelled the red liquid, then her face changed drastically, and she ran away in panic.
Zhu Hanxiu was puzzled.
Zhu Hanxiu is a mixed blood of human and corpse, half human and half corpse in his body. In addition to eating human food, he also drinks some blood. Zhu Laozu put a bucket of demon blood in her storage bag for her daughter to drink when she was hungry. He reminded her thousands of times to avoid other children when she drank blood.
But Zhu Hanxiu was still young at that time, and always felt that good things should be shared with good friends.
She thinks that demon blood is very delicious, and this time she couldn't help but take it out for a good friend to drink.
The little girl went back and told her master, and her master became suspicious.
The scene changed again, and it turned to the Taoist priests forcing their way to the door, demanding an explanation from Old Ancestor Zhu.
Zhu Hanxiu didn't understand what happened, but saw the indescribable disgust and fear when everyone looked at her.
She couldn't figure out why the elders who used to smile when they saw her hated her so much.
She knew she had done something wrong, but she didn't understand where it was.
She knew that everyone was complaining to her parents because of her, but she didn't understand why.
She hid in the house in fear, looking at the angry elders through the crack of the door.
I heard them angrily scolding myself as a monster.
The next day, she ate breakfast obediently, prepared her own things, and went to study in the inner courtyard. But her mother sighed and hugged her, saying, "Xiu'er, you don't have to go."
Zhu Hanxiu said ignorantly: "Mom, I will be obedient, I will study hard and practice hard."
Two lines of blood and tears flowed from Qingyun's eyes, and she hugged her daughter and wept.
The scene changed again, and it was the scene of Zhu Hanxiu moving to the underground palace and often running around alone to play.
The dungeon was huge, and her footsteps echoed in the long, dark corridors of the dungeon.
Gradually Zhu Hanxiu grew up, and she no longer ran alone, and often sat alone in a corner in a daze.
The scenery of the underground palace remains unchanged, the silk curtains are gradually filled with dust, and then weathered. The only living things are the corpse weeters that haunt the cracks in the walls.
The screen turned again, to Zhu Laozu lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His face was as dry as wax.
Yu Qingyao could tell at a glance that he was dead.
Zhu Hanxiu pouted and asked, "Mother, why isn't father getting up yet?"
Qingyun turned her bloody face away, smiled and said: "Your father will never get up again, I will burn him later."
Zhu Hanxiu said in surprise: "Mother, don't burn father, he will hurt."
(end of this chapter)