I was in the dungeon waiting for Ziyou to return. I thought it wouldn't take long for him to have a dream, but it took another whole day to wait, and it was only the next night that Ziyou floated over.
When he arrived in front of my prison, he looked at me anxiously like yesterday, and said, "I just heard that you have been imprisoned in the dungeon, how can you go to get the mirror of the money shop in the Great Yin Underworld! You are alright. ?"
I looked at him, a little stunned.
Yesterday... Did he say the same thing
I looked behind him, looked at Zhou's mother and son, and saw that they were both silent.
"I'm fine." I replied Ziyou. Then he looked at him in silence.
Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief, his expression was the same as yesterday, and he said, "I have inquired about it for you. The shopkeeper of the Qianpu branch seems to be a little angry and will lock you up for three days for trial."
"Ok."
Facing my slow response, he probably thought I was angry with him, so he scratched his head and said very embarrassedly: "Sister, it's not that I didn't want to help you that day, it was really because Huan Yang Dan treated me well. Come on... I really can't do anything about it." He paused and sighed, "I'll tell you the truth, my recent memory is a little vague, maybe the day is coming, I want to put together the money to go to the Great Yin Underworld before I finally leave. Qianpu looked at his past. What I wanted to know was what my name was, where did I come from, what did I do before, who I met... In this way, even if all my memories disappeared in the next moment, I would not have any I'm sorry." He looked at me simply, "and I just saved enough money to see the past once, so I..."
"I didn't blame you." I stopped him, but I didn't know what else to say, comfort? When he said these things so frankly, he didn't seem to need my comfort, so I just repeated, "I don't blame you."
He needed money so much, but yesterday he also promised to buy me a Dreaming Pill to help me with dreaming.
The corners of my lips pursed slightly, but I couldn't say the words as easily as yesterday, asking him to help me go shopping.
"There's nothing wrong with staying in this dungeon," I said. "It's very quiet and comfortable. I want them to keep me in for a few more days."
Hearing what I said, he was a little relieved. I urged him to go back to the shop to work, but he finally turned around to leave, but glanced at the chain in my hand, turned back, and repeated the guesses he told me yesterday, and finally wandered around. 's departure.
After I watched him float away, I didn't recover for a while.
"Zhao... Miss Lu." The scholar called me timidly, "This is a normal thing, just like life, old age, sickness and death, don't be sad."
"Little scholar."
"Ah?" He was stunned for a while, then shyly replied, "Hey..."
"When the trial is over tomorrow, how about you lend me another sum of money?" I looked at my translucent palm, "I want to know if I have forgotten anything in the past."
Being a ghost is really a wonderful thing, looking at the world in front of you, but never knowing the most complete appearance of the world in front of you, forgetting the past, but never knowing that you have forgotten.
I was locked up for three days, and the interrogation was unremarkable. Because the three ghosts didn't do anything serious, I was released after the scholar paid all the fees for me.
I led the scholar to the money shop of the Dayin Underworld, but the Zhou family did not stop me, and continued to float around in the ghost market, looking for the next daughter-in-law.
I had nothing to do, so I asked the scholar, "Do you really want to beg a wife?"
The scholar scratched his head shyly again: "It doesn't really matter whether you want a wife or not, every ghost needs a reason to keep nostalgic in this world, my mother wants me to seek a wife, and I... just want my mother As she wished. There is no chance to perform filial piety in this life, so she can only accompany her all the time to fulfill her last wish. Because who knows in the next life, there will be no chance to see you again.”
Who knows the next life... Is there any chance to see you again...
As soon as I lowered my eyes, I drifted into the money shop of the Great Yin Underworld.
Under the watchful gaze of the kid in the shop, the scholar paid for me, and I got the small mirror.
Lines of words were written on the mirror, which was different from yesterday when I was looking at the mirror outside the money shop in Dayin. I drew pictures one after another in my mind, and the pictures were slowly linked together and turned into vivid memories.
I saw that I was born in my hometown full of miasma, my parents disappeared, my grandfather took me to grow up alone, and then Luo Mingxuan came, disrupting my life and making me yearn to walk through this dark ravine. go out.
Finally one day, I left the ravine and went to Chenji Mountain, where I met the Clown and the Eight Monsters and rescued him.
I read this part carefully and slowly.
I saw that I was seriously injured at the time, so I ran with him all the way, and finally escaped into the ruined temple on the Chenji Mountain. I took care of the wound and he, and told him every day that I was going to find Luo Mingxuan. How do I want to be a good person in the future? What kind of martial art do I want to build.
I said that I want to benefit the people, take in those homeless people, teach them to be kind, so that the weak will not be disturbed by the troubled times and will no longer be homeless. When there is a famine in the world, I will distribute food, and when the weather is good, I will let them cultivate more...
Mo Qing was only beside me, and listened quietly with a wrapped face.
I remembered one thing, Mo Qing has created this Wanslmen Gate, wiped the formation, chopped the corpse pillar, pushed the corpse whip, and returned it to the people. Isn't that what I didn't do at the beginning? Does it matter!
I have forgotten who told me that now, on the front mountain of Chenji Mountain, when spring arrives, the wild spring flowers are splendid and extremely beautiful...
Inexplicably, I was a little bit moved.
I looked at myself in my memory and said these nonsense words with little Mo Qing, and I also looked at him with a burning gaze, full of tenderness and clearness looking at me. and then…
Then I didn't notice him at that time, I just talked to myself, and after the injury was healed, I left him, went to Luo Mingxuan, and left him alone on the ruined temple.
He secretly kept my words in his heart until now. After my death, he built Wanlumen into the beautiful look I imagined at the beginning.
Thinking of the nights he spent so desperately staying up late to correct documents for Wanlumen, I don't understand his persistence, nor do I understand his desperate efforts.
But I understand now, he is for me.
For the foolish me who thought of being a good person.
That was my purest wish at first, but when I gave up this wish for a long time due to reality, I inadvertently looked back and found that there was someone who helped me to do this.
After the thread of dream weaving in my hand was torn off, there was a person who had gone through all kinds of hardships and was covered in scars, but quietly helped me weave into clothes with the most rare persistence and tenderness in the world...
And I, didn't feel anything.
All of a sudden, I felt a little bit angry about my slowness all along, and when I was finished with myself, I was even more angry with the clowns!
This little bastard! Don't even tell me if you've become so virtuous!
And the memories in this mirror are still moving forward, walking through the process of my expansion of Wanlumen, through the place where I killed Luo Mingxuan, and finally came to that night, the mountain in front of Wanlumen. night of…
I have heard a thing or two from Sima Rong these few nights. I burned Xiyuefeng's house and tore up the books in the library on Qianren Cliff, so now Xiyuefeng is burning with fire, and countless people are roaring. He was shouting and fighting the fire, and the Hall of No Evil was still entertaining guests, and the silk and bamboo musical instruments were beating loudly, loudly, and very thrilling.
It was a beautiful night.
But it was this night that I saw Mo Qing in a black robe standing alone in front of the archway at the foot of the mountain in the picture I recalled.
He raised his head and looked up, not at Xiyue Peak, nor at the Hall of No Evil, but at me on the ten or so steps.
I still had bandages on my hands and plaster on my neck. I just stood above, holding a jug, looking at him from a distance, my eyes blurred, and I smelled of alcohol: "Hey." I called him, "Catch me."
Then I threw myself down.
Mo Qing's eyes widened suddenly, hurried forward, and hugged me in mid-air. Then he was knocked down by me and rolled down the stairs. After a short distance, he threw him and rolled directly into the killing formation in front of the mountain gate.
Mo Qing glanced back, there was a little perspiration on his forehead, looked forward again, and looked at me lying on his chest, as if it was hot, he touched me, and immediately let go: " The door owner..." He said in a low voice, "You're drunk..."
"Shh..." I pressed his forefinger against his lips, "Don't be arguing, I'm just here to find someone to vent..."
Listening to myself saying such things at that time, I slapped my face hard, Lu Zhaoyao, Lu Zhaoyao, look at what you said!
So direct! I just don't understand fun at all!
Hey, it was still too young back then.
At the right time, in the picture, I pressed Mo Qing under my body and lay down on the stairs. His head seemed to be congested and flushed. Even if there was a terrible black seal on his face, it could not stop his redness. .
I grabbed the front of his shirt, lifted his head up, opened his mouth and bit his lips unceremoniously.
Mo Qing's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to push me. I pressed both of his hands to the ground and restrained him involuntarily: "Be good." I said, "Be obedient." I kissed him again, and before he Sometimes licking on lips, sometimes nibbling...
When I looked at myself at that time, I only felt hot all over my body. I opened my fingers, covered my face and shouted, "Lu Zhaoyao, you are shameless, you are shameless!
Through the gap between my fingers, I saw Mo Qing quickly switch from stunned, shocked, resisted, and struggling to forbearance, acceptance, and response, and then the eyes became darker and more dangerous...
what!
You disloyal clown bastard! You haven't resisted for long!
How can I be stronger than you! It's obviously what you want and what I want!
Charge me with rape, I won't accept it!