They have been to many interesting places, and those anecdotes are not only heard from people, but occasionally whispered by spirits or ghosts.

In May, the season of acacia flowers is in full bloom.

The same is true of Huaicheng, Huaicheng is famous for Huaicheng, but there is only one locust tree. The locust tree is more than 100 years old, and there is no record of it in the genealogy of the deepest family in Huaicheng.

Huai erected on the bank of the city bridge. Everyone who enters the city can see it at a glance. The locust tree is huge, the crown is like a cover, and the branches are slim, like a graceful woman. The most wonderful thing is that the locust tree blooms undefeated, such as women's makeup, beautiful and elegant, and the fragrance strikes people. Hence the name Huaicheng.

When he stepped into the city gate, he saw such a beautiful scenery.

Flowers bloom, everything is normal. The acacia flower has been undefeated for a hundred years, and it can't help but remind the seven delusions of the peach blossoms in the cave of the benefactor.

"The bronze mirror is full of flowers and shadows, and the hair is tied under the moon, and the lonely hairpin is not long.

Bow your head and think lightly, who is Shu Qingsi who is willing to keep the joy of the passing year, waiting for a song in Jiangnan?

Reminiscing about the past years under the full moon oil lamp in the West Building, dare to ask when the son will return?"

The Wennon language is like a song, and it is like a whisper.

The pedestrians hurried by, and no one stopped, as if they hadn't heard.

"It's empty. Seven raised his eyebrows and stared at the locust tree, "Did you hear me?" ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi. Sora glanced to his side, and also looked at the locust tree, "The voice came from here. ”

"Hmm. ”

"There is no demonic spirit, and it is not a ghost body. Seven delusions turned around, "There is no resentment, she has never harmed anyone, she is persistent." ”

Persistence, one of the ghosts. Most ghosts stay in time with a resentment, the longer the time, the heavier the resentment, and they can stay by feeding on the soul of the living, and the attachment is the illusion of the obsession left by the dead, and all the memories only revolve around her obsession, but even so, the memory of the attachment will gradually blur because of time, and finally forget why she stayed in the world in the first place.

And Huaicheng's persistence has existed for more than 100 years, thanks to the locust tree.

Seven deliriums glanced at the locust tree again.

Seven deliriums walked to the other side of the bridge, "There are many people during the day, let's come back at night." ”

"Yes. They only stayed here for a while, and although the pedestrians on their sides were in a hurry, many people also looked at them. After all, it is a city gate, and the population is too concentrated to cause a commotion.

She turned around and walked straight towards the locust tree, her eyes never wandering, and she saw the seven delusions as nothing.

"Why don't you leave?" said Seven Delusion softly as she walked in front of her.

Unexpectedly, the female ghost stopped.

"Why are you leaving?" she turned around, her eyebrows lingering with depression, but her watery eyes were waveless, and she looked like she was only in her twenties, her age when she died.

"How long have you been here?" Hearing this, he looked at her with the gauze skirt on her body, "This is not the clothes of this dynasty, nor is it the previous dynasty." ”

"I can't remember. The people under the tree have changed for many generations, from childish to gray-haired, desolate to prosperous, for a long time. She looked at the bridge and touched the cracks in the bridge with her bare hands, "This bridge has also been repaired and changed several times. She looked into the sky, and with a clear understanding, she rolled her eyes. The voice was a little nostalgic, and the gaze softened a little.

"So, why are you staying here?" asked the Seven Delusions.

"I'm waiting for someone. She replied.

"Why wait?"

"I don't remember. The female ghost shook her head gently, her eyes were dazed, it had been too long, I couldn't remember, I couldn't remember it for a long time.

"So, why don't you leave?"

"It's important, I'm waiting for someone very important. She opened her mouth and smiled, the corners of her mouth swirling.

"It's been more than 100 years, and it's been reincarnated a few times. Seven looked into her eyes, "You can't wait."

"I'm used to waiting. "I don't want to leave.

"You're too persistent. Seven Delusions sighed.

"What is persistence?" the female ghost shook her head, blank and determined.

"The Buddha said: Attachment is like dust, and it is a futile return. The Buddha said: Attachment is like tears, it is the brokenness that drips into the heart, broken and scattered. "Seven delusions are lightly thought, and those Buddhas have long been in the bones. "It's better to put it down. ”

"I can't let it go, and I don't want to let it go. She listened quietly, then shook her head again, "I can't remember my name, I can't remember what he looked like, I can't remember why I waited for him, but instinct told me that I would wait for him, and if he came, I would recognize him." She smiled, her eyebrows gentle.

Seven delusions listened, shook their heads, and nodded again. He wanted to cross her, but she wouldn't.

"It's just that what is precious, after all, for everyone, each has their own obsession and reluctance. It is foolish to be too persistent, but there are many fools in the world, and there are also fools who are willing to be foolish. Therefore, it is difficult for sentient beings to cross. What Master had said, he seemed to understand a little now.

Seven delusions turned around, pulled through the empty space that was still pondering, and left quietly.

Those who can cross the road will walk the feasible road.

"The bronze mirror is full of flowers and shadows, and the hair is tied under the moon, and the lonely hairpin is not long.

Bow your head and think lightly, who is Shu Qingsi who is willing to keep the joy of the passing year, waiting for a song in Jiangnan?

Reminiscing about the past years under the full moon oil lamp in the West Building, dare to ask when the son will return?"

The red dress has disappeared into the locust tree, and the song behind her is still babbling and singing.

The Winnon language, such as crying and complaining.

I'm waiting for someone to take my 100-year vow.

Don't seek future lives, don't seek reincarnation.

If you are lucky, you can hear its singing, you can see the acacia fairy coming out of it, graceful and graceful, walking between the fragrant wind.

Huaicheng got its name because of this, and the literati came here and wrote many legends for it.

"The fourth brother didn't see me when I was a child. Jiang Youyan poked the cheek of the person in the painting and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I wouldn't have been so round when I was a child." ”

Pei Jinhu suddenly looked at Jiang Youyan, scratched his head, and nodded in agreement, "Yes." My sister is so thin, she must have been very thin when she was a child. ”

Seeing that he really believed it, Jiang Youyan nodded affirmatively, but a flush flew on his cheeks, and he turned his head to look at the TV, his eyes fluttering, and he was very weak.

Pei Jinhu glanced at the painting, then at Jiang Yourou, and grinned with big white teeth, "However, it's still cuter to be chubby." ”

Although it is a compliment, chubby is not a word that her daughter's family will like, Jiang Youyan glanced at him with shame, but the smile was too bright and sincere, and he was really angry.

Moreover, several brothers seem to love to fatten her.

She didn't want it.

There was a young man in my memory, who was obviously handsome and had a good appearance, but her speech was so ugly, she was wearing a white fox fur at that time, and everyone praised her for her Yuxue cuteness, but the good-looking young man opened his mouth and said, "What a big rice ball." ”

Thinking of the bad memories, Jiang Yourou puffed out her cheeks and was secretly depressed.

I don't know why my sister suddenly sulked, Pei Jinhu was confused, but the angry sister was also very cute, shook his head, took the pen and drew a round little ball on the paper that looked very good.

At noon, the two naturally ordered takeout.

The new house is big and beautiful.

Jiang Yourou's favorite is the glass flower room, where the red flowers are in full swing.

Red is my brother's favorite color.

My brother said that it was the color of life.

The elder brother has a peaceful temperament, and is the best at planting flowers, no matter how delicate and difficult to raise the flowers, they can bloom very well in his magical hands. Because of this, it has won the reputation of "the gentleman who cherishes flowers".

Jiang Youyan saw this flower for the first time from the treasure mirror, and knew that his brother would definitely like it.

The two-way warm eyes couldn't be more gentle and amazing when they laughed.

Jiang Youyan likes to stay by his brother's side the most, and watching him water flowers, paint, and write is an excellent enjoyment.

And she will deliberately sprinkle water on her brother's hands when watering the flowers, and then provoke him to take a look, bending a pair of rippling autumn eyes, smiling gently on her lips, bending her fingers to knock her, and finally only turning into a sigh, disgusting her: "Naughty." ”

Jiang Youyan knew that her brother was reluctant to "beat" her, and no one loved herself more than her brother.

A person as good as my brother deserves to be loved by God.

Even if he knew that his brother was missing, Jiang Youyan believed that his brother would definitely be auspicious and would be fine.

It's just that my brother's body has always been thin, and if my brother knew that he was gone, how would he be worried.

He is afraid of hardship, and he always has to take medicine with candied fruit, so he didn't persuade himself, and he refused to take medicine well, so he must endure it again.

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