The girl covered by the mask looked at Old Man Fang with a smile, her eyes were as soft as water and as clear as glass jade.

"Thanks... Thank me for what are you doing..."Old man Fang was a little at a loss, all the qi cultivation skills over the years had been lost, like a little child, and Old Man Fang also felt that he could only be a little child in front of the girl in front of him, completely opposite to his appearance.

The girl smiled, but stretched out her hand as white as jade, holding a small red rope on it, and whispered.

"Hold the rope and lead the concubine. ”

Old Man Fang hesitated for a moment, and finally took the rope.

"It always feels familiar, it's reassuring, it's a feeling... It's really amazing. Old man Fang held this rope, as if he was really holding the palm of a girl's hand, a strange and familiar warm touch, calming the mind.

The girl in the white dress can only be seen and touched by Old Man Fang, and the people next to her look as if Old Man Fang is holding the air, without too much eye contact.

And the two didn't communicate verbally at first, just wandering around the temple fair, the deserted temple fair has long been gone, and most of the vendors have closed their stalls.

Only some families are more difficult, and they want to put it for a longer time and subsidize some households, hoping to sell it for an extra five cents.

"Yo, Old Man Fang, what do you want..."The middle-aged man who set up a stall selling marshmallows grinned and said, "This year's temple fair is fortunate to you again, these papers must be removed." ”

The paper with wishes hanging on the temple fair is not hung on it all year round, once there is a wind and rain, the paper on it will fall and dirty the ground, and it is the turn of the old man Fang to clean up the remnants of this place.

One heavy rain, less wishes, two heavy rains, three heavy rains... In the end, only the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree were left on it, and it was another year, and when it was time to pray, new wishes, old people...

"It's just a duty. Old man Fang smiled, glanced at the girl in the white dress next to him, and said, "Give me a marshmallow, strawberry-flavored." ”

"Gotta be, a marshmallow, no money, I'll give it to you... Anyway, you're getting older, don't eat so much sweet, be careful of diabetes. The middle-aged uncle handed a large pink marshmallow to Old Man Fang's hand.

Old man Fang smiled and didn't speak, and led the girl out of the small stall.

As soon as he turned around, the marshmallow in the old man's hand was gone, and the middle-aged uncle who saw this operation was stunned, this marshmallow was faster than a bear child, and it disappeared all of a sudden.

"Hmm... It seems that Old Man Fang likes to eat sugar..."

......

"Is this a marshmallow... Concubines often see children eating this thing, but they don't know the taste. The girl in white lifted her mask and bared her little tongue to lick the marshmallow.

At first, it was a little restrained, but as soon as I licked it, it was out of control, and the whole marshmallow was licked clean in less than ten seconds, and even the mask was stained with a lot of sugar, which was very cute.

"Anyway... Who the hell are you... Your name..."Old man Fang finally couldn't help but ask his own question, and he also felt that he was a little funny, and accompanied them to visit most of the temple fairs when he couldn't figure out their identities.

"The concubine is a sycamore, a five-hundred-year-old sycamore, the sycamore you rely on, the sycamore that watched you grow up. ”

Wutong pointed to the big tree, and Old Man Fang casually found a place to sit down, just wanting to ease his current mood, the five-hundred-year-old Wutong is now eating the marshmallow he bought.

But soon, Old Man Fang accepted this setting, and frankly speaking, even Old Man Fang himself felt a little strange, how could he accept the setting of Sycamore Wood turning into a human, as if it should have been like this since a long time ago.

A tattered red hemp rope has become the sustenance connecting the two ends-

"The world is really prosperous, I couldn't touch it directly before, but now I can see it directly, touch it directly... The concubine has never seen such a scene, it's so beautiful... Now in the world. ”

Barefoot and white-haired, like an elf, the things in front of him couldn't help but overlap in front of Old Man Fang's eyes, and finally Old Man Fang blurted out.

"We've seen each other before?"

"Yes, a long, long time ago, countless times, countless times, you will come back to me again, and in the end you will be the only one who will come back. Sycamore's soft and melodious voice sounded, but the voice became weaker and weaker, and at last it seemed to be about to dissipate.

Old man Fang thought that Wutong was sick, so he tried to talk as little as possible, just silently held the small hemp rope, took her to see the prosperity of the temple fair, and finally wanted to take her out for a walk, but was directly rejected by Wutong.

"The concubine can't go too far from here... Just take a stroll around here. The voice of the sycamore became quieter and quieter, and he did not even have the strength to walk, so he had to stop to rest and sit by the flower bed.

Wutong was powerless to support his body, and his transparent skin and weakness could almost be equated, but when the old man Fang just wanted to help him up, he was handed over by Wutong.

"Don't be a concubine, a weak little girl. ”

Sycamore smiled and supported himself to his feet, the mask on his face had been half removed, revealing half of his delicate face.

And this delicate face, Old Man Fang has seen it before, at least this face has been seen before...

[Worship heaven and earth...]

【Erbai High Hall...】

[Husband and wife worship each other...]

Once upon a time, I was under the plane tree and married someone.

Now the face in front of him is exactly the same as the person in the dream, but the old man knows that this Wutong is not that person, Wutong is Wutong, and Wutong is not someone else.

Old man Fang unconsciously said the words in his heart.

"Sycamore is no one else, Sycamore is Sycamore... Not that person. ”

Wutong was stunned after hearing this, and then smiled, laughing happier than anyone else, happier than anyone else, at least Old Man Fang felt that Wutong was very happy at this time.

"Do you ever know the wish of the concubine..."

Sycamore finally stopped hiding it, took off the mask on his face, and revealed his whole face.

The hemp rope in his hand was also thrown away.

"The concubine body is not a person, but the concubine body wants to miss..."

Your existence is more unstable than any spirit... You are not human, you are not a demon, you are not a living being. 】

"I want to run..."

Any act of intersecting with the human world will weaken your spirit. 】

"Want... Hug that person who wants to hug. ”

[You can't touch humans, once you do... will disappear. 】

The two hands were held together, and Wutong gently hugged Old Man Fang.

Sycamore whispered.

"But if you can't touch it, you can't hug it, what's the point of becoming like this?"

...

【What do you want?】

[Concubine... I want to be born as a human being. 】

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