40. Soul Leaving Zhuang Shengxiao Dream

Rao Anran slept deeply, and when she woke up on the second day, Luping had already gone out with Wu's mother to buy vegetables, she washed up and had breakfast, walked around the garden for a while and was about to go back to the house, and when she passed by Mu Jingcheng's yard, she couldn't help but glance inside.

Yesterday, the door lock was broken and no one came to repair it, the door was just hidden, and you can still see the stone table and stone bench under the catalpa tree in the courtyard. She looked to see that there was no one on the left and right, and then pushed the door open and walked in, startling the sparrows pecking in the courtyard. She looked up at the four words "Qingqing Zijin" on the plaque, and couldn't help laughing, the four words were written vigorously and powerfully, and he should have been in good health when he was writing.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew the door open, and she involuntarily walked in. The house is not empty as imagined, and a plum blossom picture is hung in front of the main hall, with the inscription: "The clouds are in the twilight of the year, and the branches are fragrant." Unyielding in the cold of the moon, proud of the north wind. ”

said it was Yongmei, but in fact it was still talking about people. She shook her head and smiled, and when she looked to the left, she saw a desk in front of the window, and the paperweight was still pressed with white paper, and the ink in the inkstone was half-dry. She glanced up at the roof, perhaps because the house was leaking rain, which happened to wet the inkstone.

She casually picked up the book on the table and opened it, looked around the study, and when she turned to look out the door, she saw a young man walk in.

She was taken aback and couldn't help asking, "Who are you?" ”

The man was obviously taken aback as well, and looked at her with a complicated look in his eyes, "I...... I ......"

"Jing Cheng?" For some reason, she only had that name in her head.

When the man heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at her in disbelief, and said cautiously, "Didn't scare you, did you?" ”

Hearing this, the surprise on his face overshadowed the fright, and he hurriedly looked up at the window, but he was forced to open his eyes by the sunlight that penetrated into the room, and then turned his eyes to look at the man, but he was standing in the shadows, still holding an umbrella in his hand.

She was a little nervous for a while, not that she was afraid, she couldn't understand what it was, "I...... I came in when I saw that the door was not locked, and I was disturbed......"

Mu Jingcheng smiled, "Don't bother, I usually feel a little bored except for people to clean up, and I don't see anyone coming." He said, bypassing the sunlight, walked under the bookshelf and hung the umbrella on the bookshelf, "It was still yesterday that you came to pick up bamboo dragonflies, and this courtyard is more lively." ”

"Can't you get out of this yard?" After learning his true identity, she changed her title, no matter how she said it, she was Mu Chenhui's uncle, and she was a nephew and daughter-in-law.

"It's not, it's just that I can't move around during the day, and if it's not interesting at night, I don't like to go out." He sat on the chair and smiled, looked at her and asked, "I heard Sister Wu say that your surname is Rao?" ”

She nodded, "Small." ”

"What two words?"

"The banks of the river, though they are."

Hearing this, Mu Jingcheng frowned and smiled: "How can a girl's family take these two words?" ”

"My father thought I was a boy, and then he didn't want to change his name, so he called me that."

He smiled and nodded, and asked softly, "Are you still used to living?" ”

"It's good," she said with a smile, "Mother Wu's skills are good, and I've gained a lot of weight." ”

He looked at her with a gentle smile, "Maybe I practiced it, but the original craftsmanship was not very good." ”

"Really?"

"Yes, Steward Zhou often complained to us before, saying that Sister Wu's cooking was unpalatable. But don't say what I said, I'm afraid I'll scare them, and if they find some mage to kick me out, I won't have a place to live. ”

Hearing this, Rao Anran couldn't help laughing, but he was also a little puzzled, "Shouldn't you go to the underworld to be reincarnated?" ”

"Yes, I'm also strange, it stands to reason that there should be black and white impermanence to take me away, but I haven't seen them since my soul left, so I can only settle first."

Rao Anran nodded as if he didn't understand, "Isn't Lord Chenghuang in charge of ghosts?" ”

"There was no City God after the last time the City God Temple collapsed, and I don't know when someone was sent over."

"Then we'll have to wait."

"Well, we can only wait."

After speaking, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, "If you have nothing to do on weekdays, you can come and talk to me." ”

"Is that okay?" Rao Anran looked at him with a look of surprise.

Mu Jingcheng nodded, pretending to be mysterious: "But you can't tell others, it's not good to scare them." ”

She pursed her lips and smiled, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

"I see that you usually like to read, what do you read?" He asked with a smile.

Hearing this, she was a little embarrassed on her face, "The left and right are just some scripts, just to pass the time, and I'm tired of reading too much." ”

"The girl's family likes the stories of those talented and beautiful women, be careful of being deceived."

"Although I like it, I can tell it, and those are all written to deceive the little girl."

"You're not a little girl?"

"Hmm...... I am a little girl who can tell the difference between the book and life. ”

Hearing this, Mu Jingcheng laughed again, and was about to say something, when he heard a voice outside the door, shouting, "Girl...... Girl......"

Rao Anran also heard Lu Ping's voice, glanced out, and saw Lu Ping walking in, she secretly screamed in her heart, and turned to look at Mu Jingcheng, but he didn't know where to hide.

Lu Ping came in, looked at her with some complaints, and said, "I know that you are here, and Qing'er can't find you when she comes with medicine." ”

Rao Anran sighed secretly in her heart, she felt that she was already much better, and she didn't need to take any more medicine.

"Girl...... Girl...... Wake up, it's time to get up......"

Rao Anran only felt a noise in his ears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Ping sitting in front of the bed and calling her. She frowned, she wasn't in Mu Jingcheng's house just now, why was she on the bed in her own room? Could it be that it was a dream just now?

"What's wrong? Under the weather? Seeing that her face was not good, Luping asked worriedly.

She looked at Lu Ping, felt a sense of loss in her heart, shook her head and said, "I had insomnia last night, and I only fell asleep in the morning." ”

"Then we have to eat breakfast and medicine before going to sleep, get up quickly, Mother Wu cooked lean porridge, it smells good."

She smiled and said yes.

Last night's dream was too real, causing Rao Anran to keep thinking about it after breakfast. She had never seen anyone's face clearly in her dream, but the Mu Jingcheng in the dream, she not only saw his face clearly, but also saw a mole at the end of his left eyebrow.

After breakfast, Lu Ping accompanied Wu's mother out, and she secretly entered Mu Jingcheng's yard. As soon as she pushed open the door, she also startled the sparrows pecking in the courtyard, and her heart jumped, and in a blink of an eye, she saw that the door was tightly closed. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but she was a little disappointed. I weighed left and right in my heart, and finally couldn't help but push the door.

Fortunately, the house was not locked, and the layout of the house was exactly the same as in her dream, except for the furniture, but this was not unusual, the layout she dreamed of was the layout of the room she lived in.

She walked to the study, but the books on the shelves were still there, and she pulled out a copy casually, but she didn't expect it to be the book of "The Legend of Nanke". She couldn't help but smile, what a coincidence. She was about to put the book down when she suddenly flipped to the book and sandwiched a few pages. She took out the paper and saw the words written on it, she was shocked, and saw that the paper was written: "Luo Ran Qingqing, you came into my dream last night." ”

She was surprised not to know the name of Mu Jingcheng's fiancΓ©e, but that she happened to dream of him last night and saw the letter today. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and then looked down: "I never thought that we had come to the point of 'even if we meet, we should not know', it seems that there is really Meng Po soup in this world, and I don't know if it tastes good or not, I hope it tastes better, you are naturally afraid of bitterness, and you have to be deceived by people when you take medicine." The weather is getting cooler, so you have to take a good breath and hope to be in good health when you see you next time. ”

After reading a letter, Rao Anran's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, and when she looked at the sunlight coming in through the window, she was instantly forced to be a little dizzy, she closed her eyes and let go for a long time, and when she opened her eyes again, there was still no change in the room. She pinched herself, and the pain of her nails sinking into the flesh came from her arm, and she was both happy and disappointed.

She picked up the letter again and looked at it, the contents of the letter remained unchanged, and looking at the old paper, it was indeed old.

Mu Jingcheng died a few years after his fiancΓ©e's illness, even if he can really be reincarnated, he should dream of a little girl, how can he use the phrase "even if you meet you should not know"? She sighed, and for a moment she was a little confused like a dream. Did Johnson dream of butterflies, or did butterflies dream of Johnson?

But after thinking about it, I felt that my thoughts were a little redundant, what did Mu Jingcheng dream about, and what did it have to do with her? He may be the most infatuated man in the world, but he also loves someone else. Such a person, as long as he doesn't love himself, even if he meets him? What's more, he is still Mu Chenhui's uncle.

She put the letter back in the book, put it back on the shelf, and turned to go out.

The seeds of the catalpa tree in the yard fell a little and were helplessly curled by the wind. She looked up at the black branches, thinking that next spring, there must be a cloud of catalpa flowers here.

At night, Luping sewed winter clothes under the lamp, and Rao Anran leaned on the couch to read, saying that she was reading, but in fact, her mind was full of the content of the letter during the day.

"What is the girl talking about?" Cindy asked curiously.

Rao Anran was taken aback, "Is there one?" ”

Hearing this, Lu Ping couldn't help laughing, "Are you stunned to read a book?" ”

She glanced at the book in her hand that did not turn the pages, but did not explain, but asked, "Do you really say that there is a past and present life?" ”

Lu Ping glanced at her and said with a smile: "Which picture book ticked you off again?" ”

"Just tell me what you think."

Lu Ping put down the needle and thread in her hand, frowned and thought about it, and said: "Even if there is, I don't remember it now, what is the difference between having it and not having it?" ”

Hearing this, Rao Anran smiled, but this is also the reason, so he decided that everything was a coincidence, and he was not ready to think about it again.

Luping continued to work for a while before urging Rao Anran to sleep.

"You can sleep with me tonight." With someone by her side, she won't be cranky, and if she doesn't think cranky, she won't have annoying dreams anymore.

Luping did not doubt him, packed up the needle and thread, and moved the quilt to Rao Anran's bed. After the lights were turned off, the master and servant talked for a while, and finally Rao Anran couldn't hold back and fell asleep first. Luping put her hand in the quilt and rolled over to sleep.