Wandering in The World of Film and Television

Chapter 86: Thinking of you every day, but not seeing you

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The official Zhao gave this poor soul a trace of power that had gone from a ghost to a wandering soul. He finally remembered that when he was climbing to pick the flower, he fell from the mountain and was already dead.

"You are dead, there is a law of the sun, and you must follow the rules of the underworld when you die." Zhao Li returned to normal.

"You two are black and white and impermanent!" The painter said in shock, "I don't want to go to the underworld with you, I want to go home, I want to see my wife."

After speaking, the painter rushed out.

Xia Dongqing watched the painter escape, and Zhao Li still sat in the seat without moving, and asked curiously: "Why don't you chase him?"

"You don't need to chase, his power is too weak, and he can't do without the area of convenience store No. 444. He will come back by himself in a while." Ye Yi explained.

"Then can he go back?" Xia Dongqing asked.

"I can't go back. If he doesn't enter the underworld and is not protected by the law of the underworld, there are only two ways. One is getting stronger and stronger and becoming a ghost, and the other is getting weaker and weaker until his soul is dissipated. His situation will be the latter."

Sure enough, after a while, the artist went back and forth to the convenience store No. 444.

"I beg you, please help me, I just want to see my wife for the last time, I'm sorry for her." The painter cried and cried out authentically.

"It's useless, you can't see her, and she can't see you." Zhao Li said.

Hearing this, the painter sat on the cold ground with a look of pain and despair, clutching his hair with both hands, beating his chest and feet.

"If you want to help him, you have to do it as soon as possible. He can't leave if he wants to go." Zhao Li patted Xia Dongqing's shoulder with sympathy.

"Official Zhao, what can you do to help him!"

"Yes, yes, just feed him with other ghosts to increase his ghost power, but do you think I will do this?" Zhao Li said.

Xia Dongqing looked at the choking painter sympathetically. People only knew that the man had tears and didn't flick it, but they didn't know the second half of it, but it was not sad.

Separated from the yin and yang of the one you love, you are clearly right in front of you, but you don't see each other.

You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.

"Ye Yi has a move, it depends on whether he is willing or not." The official Zhao glanced at Ye Yi and reminded him softly in Xia Dongqing's ear.

The official Zhao knew that if Ye Yi was able to keep Qingqing, there might be a way to help the painter.

Xia Dongqing hurriedly walked to Ye Yi's side: "Ye Yi, you can help him, he is so pitiful."

"Ye Yi, do you have a way? Then you can help him!" Jade was also moved by the separation of love, and pleaded with Ye Yi, "How pitiful you think they are! The people who clearly love each other are right in front of them, but I can’t see each other, I can’t touch each other, and each other is a cloud of air in each other’s eyes. If one day we will be the two of us.”

"Yes, stop it, you crow's mouth, don't think about the good things, I can't help you." Ye Yi said.

"Great." Jade danced happily.

"Ye Yi, you finally did a job this time." Xia Dongqing also echoed, it is rare for Ye Yi to speak so well.

"Go, do you know how to speak, it's really awkward to praise."

Ye Yi walked in front of the painter, then raised the index finger of his left hand and swiped between the palm of his right hand, and a five or six centimeter hole appeared instantly.

Xia Dongqing felt pain when she looked at it, and couldn't help but squinted.

"Ye Yi, let you help others without letting you harm yourself!" Jade exclaimed.

"Go." Ye Yi shouted, pressing his left index finger on the meridian of his right arm, and a bright red flower of blood flew out and stopped in mid-air.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, profound heart is rectifying the law, and the edict is Yin Shen condensing the law." Ye Yi dragged his own blood to draw the spell, and then smashed into the painter's body.

"The quick method will not last long, so hurry up." Ye Yi confessed.

"Hey, Dongqing, you have to be reimbursed for the money I got from the taxi!" In the elevator, Wang Xiaoya turned the long necklace hanging around her neck.

"Don't be so stingy, can you? I will pay you after I have paid the salary, and you will knock on the door in a while!" Xia Dongqing said.

The official Zhao sent Xia Dongqing and the painter to the painter's house downstairs and immediately dazzled people. In desperation, Xia Dongqing had no choice but to ask Wang Xiaoya for help. It was so late, Xia Dongqing could be embarrassed to knock on a young woman's door.

"I am your maid."

"You are my grandmother." Xia Dongqing said flatly.

"How come your mouth is so sweet today, so behaved!" Wang Xiaoya said unexpectedly.

"Isn't this asking you? You said that if you didn't have you, if you knocked on a widow's door in the middle of the night, people would definitely treat me as a hooligan."

"Too."

The ghost of the painter is still too weak. Although he has the support of Ye Yi Shushu, the painter can only see other people, and people cannot see him.

"The flower?" At the painter's house, Xia Dongqing saw the potted flower that the painter said he gave to his wife.

"It has been withered for a long time." The painter's wife said, "Since my husband left."

"You don't know yet, my husband was killed on the mountain not long ago, and the body has not been sent back, but it has been confirmed that it is him." The painter's wife said slowly.

The ghost of the painter is watching his beloved wife, but he can't do anything.

"Your husband personally painted this for you." Xia Dongqing handed out a scroll of paintings drawn on a special paper from Zhao Li.

"My husband is a painter, but he has never painted for me." The painter's wife said while opening the painting tube.

"The mountains and rivers in this painting are all your husband has walked." Xia Dongqing explained. "He said he also wants you to take a look."

"Here, when did he paint this?" The painter's wife asked excitedly with tears.

Xia Dongqing and Wang Xiaoya looked at each other without making a sound.

One of the artist's paintings was the last flower he saw growing on the cliff. When the artist's wife's tears fell on it, a miracle happened.

The flower fell off the paper, turned into a red light, and fell on the same but dying flower in the house. After that, the flower miraculously came alive and bloomed with a bright and dazzling red.

The painter's love is back again, for people and flowers.

"Don't be too sad." Wang Xiaoya comforted.

"It's okay, thank you for the paintings you sent." The painter's wife said, "Oh no, thank you for sending me such beautiful flowers."

"I just want to tell my husband that I used to be very sad, but now I am fine."

The painter's soul stood in front of his wife, looking at her affectionately.