"What is the monkey anxious about? I heard that there are a hundred tables, where will there be no seats for you and me?"

"Oh, you're wrong, it's not the seat you're sitting on, it's the seat near the one standing in front. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info It's late, and you won't be able to see Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen worshipping the church!"

"Oh, let's go!"

As the two spoke, the footsteps faded away.

Nie Xiaoqian woke up from the haze.

Why don't you know?

Also, who is Ning Caichen? Could it be Ning Caichen?

But who is Miss Zheng Jialiu?

With a stomach full of doubts, Nie Xiaoqian stayed up until the twilight.

Curiously, he followed the flow of people and drifted to the place where the lights were shining.

The stage that had already been set up was horizontal in front of him, and there were circles of people around him, densely packed and crowded.

But Nie Xiaoqian is not a person, she is a ghost, so she easily crossed the crowd and occupied a seat close to the stage.

The water sleeves are flying, and the talented and beautiful women are babbling back and forth.

The slightly raised eyebrows, the corners of the eyes with red spring, just a pursed lip, a hook of eyes, and a raise of hands, it is an indescribable wind.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the flat ground, and a gloomy old woman suddenly appeared, and the two who were inseparable and inseparable screamed and separated.

Seeing her approaching step by step, the cruel laughter was getting closer and closer, and the skinny bark hands were about to touch the cheeks of the beautiful woman, and suddenly, the stage darkened.

After a cup of tea, a loud shout pierced the darkness, and the stage slowly turned from dark to bright.

All they could hear was the sound of weapons handing over, the sound of rocks shattering, the sound of trees collapsing, and the rumbling of thunder.

I stared wide-eyed, but I only saw the spark that suddenly went out, exploded with a bang, and pierced into the eye brightly.

When the brightness appeared and disappeared, the dark stage where nothing could be seen clearly finally brightened.

A Taoist priest with a sword descended from the sky, and he was inseparable from the old woman.

......

After going through hardships, the two finally became married, with a phoenix crown and a cloud, and a noisy gong and drum.

As soon as he picked up the hijab, the shouts of the auspicious time resounded throughout the courtyard.

Many people flocked to the hall, vying to see the excitement. The conversation that followed was drowned out in a cacophony of human voices.

"Xiaoqian, is that you?"

"Caichen, it's me. ”

Nie Xiaoqian didn't go, she looked at the two people staring affectionately on the red stage in a daze, and told the reason, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

It wasn't until the shouts of the cave came that she woke up suddenly, and a transparent tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

She stopped Ning Caichen, who was about to enter the cave room with red silk.

"Why do you want to marry her?"

Ning Caichen, who was stopped inexplicably: "......"

"You can see me, can't you?" Nie Xiaoqian continued to ask.

Ning Caichen frowned, what's going on?

"Then you should know I'm not her. Nie Xiaoqian said bitterly.

The furrow between Ning Caichen's eyebrows deepened: What and what?

At the moment when Ning Caichen was stunned, the red silk moved slightly.

The Xi Niang on the side hurriedly smiled at the stunned Ning Caichen and called: "Uncle, it's time to go into the cave room to salute, it's not good to miss the auspicious time." ”

Ning Caichen retracted his gaze and doubts, and followed Xi Niang into with Miss Zheng Jialiu.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the closed door in a daze, and didn't move for a long time.

Until everyone retreated, Nie Xiaoqian was still standing aside.

The next morning, snow began to fall before dawn. Nie Xiaoqian stood quietly all night, and thin snowflakes fell on her body.

Snort-

The red candle that had been lit all night was extinguished.

Leave the black corrugated window shadow and the newly pasted window paper.

The white window paper looked a little miserable in the unbright sky.

Nie Xiaoqian's face was white, stepping on the snow, and squeaking towards the cold bridge hole.

In the haze, she always felt as if she had forgotten something important. But her mind was in a mess, and she wanted to think about it, but she couldn't do it, only two people who wiped their faces and eyebrows looked at each other deeply, calling each other.

"Xiao Qian—"

"Caichen—"

Nie Xiaoqian went crazy.

She always sat at the bridge and laughed stupidly, laughed and laughed, and cried again.

"Caichen, I'm Xiaoqian...... I'm Xiao Qian!"

The moonlight was cold, and Qiye stood behind her, letting the wind blow away his long hair like ink.

Looking at Nie Xiaoqian in front of her, Qiye finally understood the truth of everything. The characters in the book with the same name and surname drew a misunderstanding between them. Some people are sober, but some people are confused.

After becoming a ghost, the past will be forgotten with the passage of time.

He is so, and so is Nie Xiaoqian.

But because of the intersection between Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian before, Nie Xiaoqian, who has always been simple, mistakenly thought that she had forgotten the emotional entanglement between the two and took all the things in the book seriously.

That night, in front of the stage on the big day, Nie Xiaoqian trapped herself in the play, and since then, she has never come out.

Qiye finally couldn't bear to see Nie Xiaoqian's appearance, so he exchanged a wish with the river god.

He wanted the right to walk freely, and the river god agreed, but only on the condition that he exchange a portion of Nanaya's body.

Qiye looked at the crazy Nie Xiaoqian and nodded slightly.

"He didn't grant your request. I looked at the empty cuffs of the ugly man in front of me and said calmly.

Qiye, who got the right to walk freely, would go to Ning Caichen and ask Ning Caichen to tell Nie Xiaoqian that everything was illusory, and changed the names of the female ghosts and scholars in the book. Kening Caichen was unwilling to let go of the benefits in his hands, and he insisted on not letting go.

People and ghosts are in love, and ghosts are reincarnated to repay their kindness. What a poignant story.

The story has spread widely, and everyone has accepted this premise.

As long as this play does not stop for a day, when people mention this play, they will think that the author of this play is He Ning Caichen. What's more, because of this ghost's retribution, he has been known to the emperor and directly ordered the county order of Qipin.

Life between people is all about deceiving each other, not to mention, for the feeling of a ghost who has been dead for many years, giving up your own vested interests?

What's more, this play is just borrowing your name, and you yourself stupidly believe it to be true, and you still come to accuse me of not writing this way and asking for amends!

The first time I came, I didn't agree.

The second time I came, I still didn't agree.

The third time he came, he was injured by a piece of paper and burned off half of his arm.

The fourth time I came, the building was empty.

Ning Caichen had already taken his wife and went to take office immediately.

"Yes. Qiye said in a low voice, his gaze kept falling on Nie Xiaoqian, who was trying to pick peaches not far away, and refused to deviate in the slightest.

The peach tree by the bridge sparsely grew a dozen green peaches, and there was a branch hanging low on the water, which was very close to the bridge hole. Nie Xiaoqian lay in the bridge hole, stretching out her arms to reach the green peach, but she was a little short every time.