The white moonlight illuminated the woman's face, which made Miao Zhi look like she was looking in a mirror.

The fainting woman had a pair of willow leaf curved eyebrows, her skin was like congealed cream, beautiful and picturesque, even if her eyes were closed, the eyelashes that were as long as a fan were trembling slightly.

Why, why does a woman look exactly like herself?

The wind swept away, and the dust and dead leaves on the ground were swept up in the air. Time seemed to stand still in an instant, and even the wind in front of him and the mother-in-law who was walking in a hurry were fixed and silent.

Miao Zhi was surprised, what's wrong? Suddenly, a white shadow came out of the unconscious woman's body, and slowly condensed into a human form, as if it was another woman, but her body looked faint and almost transparent.

"Ghost", Miao Zhi was so frightened that her soul flew away and roared. The next second she realized that she was making a sound, albeit hoarse.

"You can see me, but I only hear you." The woman spoke slowly, her eyes wandering, and then she looked at Miao Zhi's position.

"I'm Zhen Miaozhi," she paused in her tone, and then hurriedly changed her words, "Oh, no, it's the original Shen Miaozhi." ”

Judging Miaozhi, she said that she was judging Miaozhi, but what about herself? Aren't you judging Miaozhi?

"You, you're Miss Miaozhi? So, are you a ghost? She could only ask that question now, because her mind was a little confused.

"What's your name? The name of the original world".

The woman asked lightly, but Miao Zhi's brain was like a thunderclap, and her eardrums were in pain.

"You, you know I'm here through time?"

"Well, I know. You are the soul that fell into my body from another world" The woman lowered her eyes, looking unfazed.

"My name is Shumanman, oh, the name of that world." Miao Zhi stammered back, feeling uneasy.

"Oh, is it? Book Manman. The woman repeated word by word mechanically, and the voice was like a knife, cutting Miao Zhi's fragile and sensitive nerves inch by inch.

The woman seemed to be a little tired, so she lifted her skirt and sat on the floor. She opened her eyes wide again and tried to find them, and then lowered her eyes in a dejected manner.

"I still can't see you." The woman buried her head between her legs, simply stopped looking for the invisible Miaozhi, and said sullenly.

Well? Can't see me? "Then how do you know I'm here?" Miao Zhi spoke, her tone quiet and ethereal.

"These days, I can feel your deposit, you always want to know what happened next, but that part is what I resist the most." She spoke slowly, word by word.

"Since you occupy my body, I know what you do every day, I don't come out, I just don't want to be so tired anymore, you can live for me, I am grateful." The woman buried her head lower, Miao Zhi could hear shallow sobs, she, crying? In front of a ghost?

Only now did she understand what the situation was, it turned out that after her soul occupied the body of Xian Miaozhi, the soul of the body itself was still there, but she didn't want to come out, just now she was looking at the memory of Xian Miaozhi's deep consciousness from the perspective of a ghost, perhaps stimulated by Aunt Xiu's death, and the woman's long-sealed heart knot was also opened.

"Can you promise me one thing?" The woman Huo Ran raised her head, her big eyes full of tears in her dazed eyes.

"Well, you name it."

"Since you have become me, live well for me, I won't appear again, I'm going where I need to go, just ask you, take care of my maidservant, Ning'er." The woman pleaded, reaching out as if trying to grasp something?

"You? Going? "She heard her right, if it weren't for the fact that she didn't have a physical entity now, she really wanted to dig out her ears and listen to it again?

"I gave you my body, you, better fit here than I am. I'm tired. The wind whistled, and the picture returned to the courtyard of the "Shallow Mercy Pavilion".

The woman's eyes looked into the distance, and she looked straight at Ling Shuirong, who was standing frozen in the courtyard, with a lonely and unwilling expression.

Miao Zhi was a little anxious, she knew that this qiē was a woman's memory, and it was impossible to change anything. She didn't think about herself at all, and asked anxiously, "So, where are you going?" ”

"Me!" The woman hid half of her face and spoke quietly. "When I was a child, I thought that my mother just disliked me as a girl and was not close to me, I worked hard to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and tried my best to let my mother look at me, I have always looked forward to the day when I could get even a trace of love from her, so I was satisfied, but now", her tone dropped sharply, "Now, since I know that she is not my mother at all, I don't have anything to worry about, and I am free to go where I should go." ”

The woman raised her head, and the corners of her lips hooked up a smile, "What you saw just now is what you want to know, and I have nothing to fear." Aunt Xiu has gone to another world, it will be cold there! She's alone, there's no one around to talk to, so it's time for me to accompany her. ”

She babbled, depressed and weak.

The woman's figure became fainter and more blurred, and Miao Zhi immediately exclaimed, "Don't go, don't."

Miao Zhi in the dream woke up suddenly, she sat up, and a bright lightning "click" split the heavy sky.

The thunder was rolling, mixed with hurried raindrops, and the bean-sized rain clicked on the roof. In a quarter of an hour, the rain gathered into a stream and meandered down the eaves. A gust of wind blew and slammed the half-hidden window against the window frame.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Ning'er was also woken up by a loud noise, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered.

The tulle was swirling, and Miao Zhi on the bed didn't seem to have recovered from the dream just now, she was breathing rapidly, her chest was rising and falling, and the wet sweat was sticking to her clothes.

Another burst of thunder sounded, and Miao Zhi shook the spirit, and finally came back to her senses. Ning Er wore a single dress and walked over with a candlestick.

"Miss, what's wrong with you, are you having nightmares again?" She put the candlestick down, and the bright candlelight instantly made the surrounding qiē clear.

The soft bed under her body was made by herself, and even the sofa by the window was designed by herself, it seems that she really had a dream, long and real.

Miao Zhi brushed away the sweat on her forehead, and squeezed out a sentence in her dry throat, "Ning'er, pour me a glass of water." ”

The fragrant tea went down to her stomach, and the feeling of panic and anxiety in her heart seemed to be suppressed, and Ning Er yawned and squinted sleepily.

She handed over the teacup and sent Ning'er to sleep.

The little girl on the rattan bed fell asleep quickly, breathing slowly and evenly. Miao Zhi lifted the quilt and got out of bed, got up and closed the crackling window, and leaned on the pillow in the "sofa" for a moment.

She was sure that what she saw in the dream was Zhen Miaozhi herself, and she was here safe and sound now, indicating that the real Zhen Miaozhi really went with Aunt Xiu.

She sighed sullenly, she was originally a dove occupying the magpie's nest, but now it is really one, shouldn't she be happy?