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Du Wei and Zhou Liang both stayed in the ghost world, determined to take the civil service exam and become ghosts.

When Ding Guling left, Meng Po chased after him.

Behind him is the big gate of the ghost world, and the two words of the ghost world are old-fashioned and domineering.

Different from the bustle in the city, outside the ghost world, there are Manzhu Sawa blooms, red like blood. A river blocked all access to the city, and it was quiet, without a sound. She stood among the flowers, looking back at the delicate girl standing in front of the city gate.

"That Cheng asked me to tell you a word, the person who handed Shen Po to him was masked, dressed in black, he didn't see anything." Meng Po is the one who brings the words, and she only delivers the words.

"Thanks!" Ding Guling winked at her and thanked her. "Don't you have seven days off? Do you want to go to the human world? ”

"No, I'm guarding my Nai He Bridge, it's enough." Meng Po smiled hopefully and returned to the city.

That smile reveals many stories and bitterness.

Thong Bone Ling watched her back and watched her disappear into the city gate before turning around and leaving.

Meng Po guards on the side of the Nai He Bridge, a guard is three thousand years, the ghosts of all sizes in the ghost world are curious about people, and when the ghost door is opened, they will travel to the human world. But only Meng Po stubbornly stayed by the Nai He Bridge, and she had never been to the world for three thousand years.

No matter who you are, you always have a story to tell. Meng Po's story is too old for many people to know. There is a lot of speculation, but how much truth there is.

Cheng You's words, as if you didn't say it, but you woke up Ding Guling, the man in black! Covered face, unable to see his appearance, his voice is a middle-aged man. Who is it? She has offended a lot of people, and she can't remember it all at once.

Because Yue Derivation saw something he shouldn't see, he was entangled and didn't dare to face the bone spirit, so he avoided her for several days. But I don't want to think about it, others are in the Dream Pavilion, and they don't see anyone looking up and looking down. Where can you hide?

On this day, the weather was sunny and the years were quiet. There were no guests in Yimeng Pavilion, and Yue Cheng planned to go out after leaving a note. He lunged forward with his head shut, and T-Bone Spirit leaned against the door to block his path.

"Hey! Where are you going? She greeted with a smile, and the door was large enough for three people to pass through, but she stood as if she couldn't get past alone.

"I'm ......!" Cheng You blushed instantly, and after so many days, he still couldn't let go.

If you accidentally see someone else's chest, the other party dreams every day, the white and tender chest has been flashing in your dreams, flashing your eyes, and it is not normal to be calm when facing the main one.

"You are not allowed to go out today, and a customer will come to your door later." Ding Guling looked at his unfavorable words, as if she was a flood beast, and he was unhappy for a while.

I've got to take some time out and train well. In the face of the boss, you can't slurred and can't speak.

"Good!" Yue Yuan lowered his head and answered, turned around and walked to the counter.

Only let Master Guo go around in Chen'an City, he has survived in the secular world for more than 20 years, unlike when he just came down the mountain, he should be comfortable with the secular world.

didn't let the two of them wait too long, and after more than ten minutes, the guests looked around and walked into the Dream Pavilion.

It was a delicate teenager, about twenty years old, wearing a clean plaid shirt, jeans, and fresh hair, but a few pimples on his forehead meant that the guy was still young.

With his travel bag on his back, he walked into the Dream of Remembrance Pavilion, his eyes curious and dazed, and he looked at the furnishings around him.

Yue Derivation stood still, Ding Guling was angry with his Mu Na, turned his arm, and greeted him warmly. "This is Yimeng Pavilion, you are Du Chengran!"

Seeing Ding Guling, the young man's frowning brows eased and nodded. "I'm Du Chengran."

Ding Guling invited him to sit on the sofa, but Du Chengran looked very cramped, and his hands and feet were nervous and didn't know how to put it. Ding Guling brought him a cup of cool water. "This is the signboard of my Dream Pavilion, Guling Water, you drink a little first, calm down and tell me the purpose of your visit."

Du Chengran nodded, picked up the transparent water cup and drank the water in one gulp, put down the cup, and slowly loosened his nervous hands and feet.

"I'm a sophomore studying photography." He began to introduce himself.

His grandmother was a journalist and war correspondent. My grandmother liked to tell him stories from that time since he was a child, and under the influence of his grandmother, he chose photography as a major.

Ding Guling listened carefully to Du Chengran talking about his grandmother, his face full of admiration and admiration.

"But my grandmother is dead,......" he said, and at last he became sad and sad. Before she died, my grandmother told me that she had a memory that she had forgotten, a very important memory, but she had forgotten it because of fear and fear. ”

"So she asked you to come to me, find that memory, and fulfill her last wish." Seeing that the young man talked about his grandmother's death, he still couldn't accept his emotional instability, and Ding Guling took what he had to say.

Du Chengran nodded hurriedly and took out a bottle from his travel bag.

It was a transparent bottle the size of a thumb, and the bottle contained a drop of blood, round, like a drop of water, strangely not falling apart or congealing.

T-Bone Spirit took the bottle and opened it, and the blood beads flew out of the bottle and stopped above T-Bone Spirit. Du Chengran looked at it all of a sudden, his expression was shocked and his face was full of disbelief.

He looked at it, the beautiful girl opposite swiped her finger into the void, her blood beads overflowed, and the drop of grandmother's blood, as if she had found the base camp, fell quickly, mixed with her blood, slowly merged into her blood, and disappeared.

Thorn closed his eyes.

"She's looking at your grandmother's memory, and we'll know what your grandmother has forgotten later." Yue Cheng came over at some point and comforted the frightened Du Chengran.

In 1929, when she returned from studying in Germany for three years with her father, she was sixteen years old.

He has neat neck-length short hair, a white and black plaid dress, and a ten-pound old-fashioned German camera hanging on his chest.

When her father entered the university as a professor, she hung up her camera and walked around the campus. The delicate boys, the gentle and well-behaved female students, the beautiful and quiet campus, the catchy sound of reading, and the eager eyes of the students who are eager for knowledge are all clear and bright under her camera.

At that time, the Japanese army had not yet invaded China on a large scale, but was only making small moves behind the scenes, and its attitude gradually became arrogant, and it went to the top of the surface.

The patriotic students carried out a movement to oppose foreign invaders in China, and she also embarked on the road of defending her home and country with a patriotic and ardent heart.

She studied in Germany with her father and is fluent in German and has a knowledge of Japanese. In addition, he had a camera and a good pen, so he volunteered to be a reporter and ran at the forefront of the aggressor's conspiracy.

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