Since becoming a relative to Mu Chenhui and confirming the relationship between husband and wife, Rao Anran's whole person has been much more relaxed, and even the rain can't affect her mood.

A month later, Mu Chenhui's letter was delivered, saying in his heart that he had arranged it in Shunzhou, and he was waiting for Qingming to pick her up.

She read the letter several times, and babbled back to the interesting things that had happened to him in the past month, and said that if the relationship between the two was long, how could it be in the morning and twilight. She couldn't help but laugh when she looked at the poem, she missed him too, and she thought about it too.

On this day, the spring was fine, the peach blossoms in front of her courtyard were blooming, the wind was blowing off the flowers, she looked like it, and moved a recliner to read under the flowers. The wind blew the flowers on her book, she picked them up, looked at the petals, and turned to Mu Chenhui after thinking about it, I heard about the Shunzhou Spring Festival Gala, and I don't know what happened to the peach blossoms there, did he receive the letter he sent out.

Just thinking about it, when she looked up, she saw a man in an apricot-colored robe walking slowly towards her, and said with a smile: "It's different to be married, and you haven't come to me for a long time." ”

She looked at Mu Jingcheng in a daze, and didn't know what to say for a while. Since the last unhappy parting, she really hasn't dreamed of him for a long time, and she hasn't thought about whether he is a human or a ghost, and even he has become dispensable. This is also common sense, what is important to Mu Jingcheng to her?

"How do you know I'm married?" She frowned and asked, and after asking, she felt that she had something, if he was really a ghost and did not go to reincarnation, he would naturally clear what happened in the mansion. If it wasn't a ghost or what she was thinking, it was reasonable to know that she was married to Mu Chenhui.

Mu Chenhui didn't answer her question, looked at the peach blossoms on the tree and sighed: "This flower hasn't bloomed so well for a long time." ”

She looked up at the scorching flowers, a little unclear, this is not a rare flower, doesn't it bloom every year? She turned her eyes to look at Mu Jingcheng, and vaguely understood what he meant in her heart, but she felt incredible, he shouldn't have expressed such feelings to himself.

Therefore, she didn't answer his words, and instead asked, "What is Uncle doing these days?" ”

"Uncle?" Hearing this title, he couldn't help but turn his eyes to her and smiled, "No one has ever called me that yet." ”

"You are Chenhui's uncle, and naturally you are also my uncle." She smiled faintly.

He nodded thoughtfully, "They have been away from home for many years, and they haven't really seen each other, so I'm naturally a little unfamiliar with this title." ”

"But the blood relationship is constantly cut, he looks a little like you, I don't know if you notice."

"Oh?" He couldn't help but wonder, "Where is it like?" ”

"When I laugh, my jaw is very similar."

The nephew is also considered half a child, and it is reasonable to be like it.

He sighed, turned his eyes to the bright spring light, and said to her, "Do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

Hearing this, Rao Anran hesitated a little, but felt that this was in her dream, and she was not afraid of being seen gossiping. He smiled and said, "Okay." ”

At this time, it was the middle of spring, the visitors were like weaving willows like smoke, she stood on the lake embankment, felt the cool spring breeze, and breathed a long sigh of relief, she had not been so relaxed and enjoyable for a long time.

Mu Jingcheng stood beside her, with a faint smile on his face: "This lake is still the same as it was, and it hasn't changed for decades." ”

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year." Rao Anran said with a smile.

Hearing this, Mu Jingcheng frowned slightly, a trace of imperceptible frustration crossed his face, and he sighed along with her words: "It's not terrible for people to be different, but I'm afraid that people are the same but different." ”

Rao Anran heard it in a fog and didn't quite understand, "What is the same and different?" ”

He smiled, turned his eyes to look at her, and said with a smile: "It's that you are a human being, and I am a ghost." ”

Rao Anran: "......"

If you were more timid, you would really be scared half to death by him. In fact, she didn't understand whether this Mu Jingcheng was what she was thinking or really a ghost.

"What would you ...... Spell? She asked curiously.

"Spells?" Mu Jingcheng looked at her amusedly, "Ghosts are not gods, nor are they immortals, where did the spell come from?" ”

"Don't they all say evil spirits?"

"The flesh is dead, what can we do?" He said helplessly.

"Meaning, is there really such a thing as a corpse?" She looked at him with a frightened expression.

Mu Jingcheng: "......"

"If you think about it again, I'll really become a demon." He looked at him with amusement and good interest.

She heard the clue in this sentence, and asked with wide eyes, "Are you really my imagination?" ”

Mu Jingcheng again: "......"

He didn't know for a moment whether to explain it or not.

"Okay, don't think about it, I won't hurt you, you can relieve your boredom when you're bored." He said in a light tone.

Seeing that he didn't want to say, she also had some guesses in her heart, but as he said, his body was dead, what else could he do? Then he let down his guard again, and said to him as before: "Chenhui said that he would take me to Shunzhou after Qingming." ”

Hearing this, he was stunned and smiled lightly: "This is a good thing." ”

"Are you going to be here all the time?" She asked curiously.

"Probably."

"I heard that Jiangzhou has rebuilt the City God Temple, you can ask when you arrive, he should find a way to reincarnate you." She said with a serious face, "It's not good to be adrift in the world all the time." ”

"I think it's okay."

"Isn't it boring?"

"I've got my business, and it's not boring."

"What's the matter?"

The flesh is dead, and many of those who knew him are not alive, and even those who are alive do not think of him often. She didn't understand what else he was missing.

"Now it's solved." He smiled, "After you leave Jiangzhou, I will go to Chenghuang and accompany you for a few more days." ”

Hearing this, her heart warmed and she smiled: "Thank you." ”

"Silly girl." He smiled and touched her head, "Alright, let's go back." ”

As he spoke, Rao Anran heard the voices of others, knew that he was about to wake up again, and hurriedly shouted: "Jing Cheng......"

I'm used to shouting Jing Cheng, and it's still awkward to call my uncle.

Mu Jingcheng turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Remember to come to me, since you said you want to accompany me, don't break your promise."

He smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll come when you sleep well." ”

She nodded contentedly and raised her hand to say goodbye to him. He slowly faded out of sight, leaving only her and February's spring and peach blossoms.

"When I fall asleep like this, I don't know if my neck hurts."

As soon as Rao Anran opened her eyes, she saw Lu Ping squatting on the ground to pick up a book for her, she rubbed her eyes, thinking about the dream just now, she couldn't help but smile, she really wanted to go through the "Nanhua Sutra" to see how Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng explained it later.

The peach blossoms fell on her, she brushed off the petals on her body, moved the chaise longue back to the house with Lu Ping, and looked up at the tall catalpa tree in Mu Jingcheng's courtyard. When the flowers bloom, Mu Chenhui will come to borrow her.

……

Let's say that after having that dream, she didn't care whether it was true or not, she just knew Mu Jingcheng in the dream and became friends, and she became curious about him as a person. But Lu Ping felt that Mu Jingcheng was short-lived and unlucky, and she was unwilling to spare Anran to go over there.

On this day, she finally avoided Lu Ping, and she quietly sneaked into Mu Jingcheng's house. The last time I turned to the letter he wrote to the girl named Bai Luoran in "The Legend of Nanke", this time she also wanted to see if there was anything else, and when she dreamed at night, she asked her what kind of person the white girl was, worthy of his thoughts, and finally died of depression.

Before the New Year, the servants of the house came to clean it, and the house looked fairly tidy. If his soul is really here, he should be able to live in peace of mind. But when she thought that he really had a soul here, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered, after all, people and ghosts have different paths, and it is normal to be afraid. Is this a good dragon for Ye Gong?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh, what was she thinking about in a mess.

She walked around the bookshelves, but she didn't get anything. Probably really as Lu Ping said, his things were burned, and the letter was just caught in the book and became a fish that slipped through the net.

She sat in the chair behind the desk, looked at the desk, and couldn't help but remember that he had died of a relapse of an old illness while he was writing a poem to mourn his death. What was his mood at the time? She didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't dare to ask. He and the white girl have been separated from yin and yang many times, and when he asks again, it is only to increase his sadness.

At this moment, the sun shone obliquely through the west window, gilding the whole room. She saw the ups and downs in the light and shadow, and gradually became stunned, and she faintly saw Mu Jingcheng's outline. She couldn't help but feel nervous, and when she was about to get up, she didn't see anything.

She couldn't help but sigh, secretly sighing that she was stunned. Thinking that Luping was coming back soon, he got up and prepared to go back. I caught a glimpse of a box behind the flower stand, which was difficult to spot without looking closely. She was excited in her heart, and hurriedly stepped forward to take out the box, opened it, and it was as she expected. A person with a character like Mu Jingcheng must have written a lot of things. And the box that was a few inches deep was filled with letters written to Bai Luoran.

Sure enough, their Mu family is infatuated.

"Luo Ran Qingqing, I often dream of you these days, we are still in pain as usual, when I am reading, you always disturb me. But when I didn't want to read, he told me to read books seriously. When I see you in my dreams, how can I read well? It's just that the servants in the house are too diligent, and every time I want to talk to you, they come and tell me to get up and take medicine. I should tell the doctor that I don't sleep well, and ask him to prescribe me some tranquilizers, so that I can stay with you a little longer in my dreams. ”

Rao Anran looked at the letter at the top, which was funny and distressed. None of them could speak well in their dreams, and neither of them could stay a little longer. She didn't dare to think about how he survived those nights when she missed the white stain. If he really frowned and was reincarnated, how did he survive the past 20 years?

He shouldn't suffer this kind of pain anymore, he should go to reincarnation, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, and forget the pain of this life.

At this time, Luping walked in and called her for dinner. She hurriedly hid the box, touched a handful of tears, and responded: "I'll come now." ”