Yuan Qi walked up to the stage, bowed his hand to everyone, and then sat on the sofa next to him.

"Hello Mr. Yuan Qi, we want to know what made you change your marriage with the daughter of the Tiandi Chinese Group?" The host sitting next to him looked at Yuan Qidao with a smile.

Yuan Qi faced the audience in front of the stage, stood up and bowed, and said to the host with a smile: "Contemptible Qi only loves one person in her life, and she can't fit another person, no matter what she becomes in the future, my heart remains the same and I have never given up." ”

"So this person must be very important to you, who is she? Do you want to know? ”

"Think," the audience applauded.

Yuan Qi turned around and looked at the audience, the smile on his face still did not change, his eyes were shining with tears, and said: "She is Su Ling, the fiancée of Yuan Mouren, we have been together for two years, and we have worked hand in hand, but now I hurt her, it is my fault," Speaking of this, Yuan Qi's words stopped, tears slipped down, and the host next to him looked at Yuan Qi very seriously, Yuan Qi continued to raise his head and said: "If you love someone, you won't let the person you love be sad for yourself, and cry, I didn't do this, I feel guilty, Even so, my heart remains the same, love her, protect her, raise my eyebrows, and go all the way to the end of my life, I think this is how two people are together," then Yuan Qi took out a book and said: "This is a book I wrote, "This is a book I wrote, and I will record all the bits and pieces of Lingling and I being together, but only the first half." Lingling and I have been together for two years, and we have walked hand in hand in the past two years. ”

After Su Ling watched this video, she covered her mouth and cried, and the young girl next to her looked at Su Ling and said, "Sister Ling, what's wrong?" ”

"No, it's okay," Su Ling wiped away her tears and smiled, "I'm going to Singapore, please help me take a few days off." ”

"Sister Ling, if you go, we all support you."

In the afternoon, Su Ling bought a ticket and flew to Singapore.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, Ye Zhichao and Xiaohong got married, and the red candle was joyful, and the drizzle moistened the dew. Ye Zhichao and Xiaohong stood together and toasted everyone one by one before the seats. Ye Zhichao wears a suit, a red tie, and Xiaohong is a red suit, with red lips and bright eyebrows, sideburns like clouds, and flowers and branches are like buds in the hair.

The streets of the town are still so deserted, as if they are smeared with a trace of sadness and desolation. The river outside the town is like stagnant water, the ice and rain fall down because the river water that should be lively is frozen, and the trees on both sides of the river have no green decoration, just some vicissitudes. Dead branches and old trees are lined up on both sides of the bridge. A girl dressed in red looked at the frozen river from afar, because there were some sad things welling up in her heart, her eyes were moist, and a few tears fell. With a "pop", the frozen river was broken, and a girl in a red suit jumped off the bridge. She must be a bride in red, so what is it that makes her so short-sighted? I don't know about that.

It was dusk, and I walked into the alley, and entered a small bungalow, which was very spacious, and below these bungalows were vegetable fields and some farmers' markets, and it was easy to get lost when I walked here by turning around the alley, like a maze. Walking into a bungalow, there is a very small door under the bungalow, not so conspicuous, after walking in, it is very dark inside, there is no light, and the stairs up the stairs are very narrow and steep. In this room, a Taoist leader sits cross-legged on the platform and closes his eyes, as if in meditation.

Two fingers pinched, suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a flat smile, so who is this person? As we all know, this person is Wushan, Yunnan, a person walked out of the inner room, round head and eight-character eyes, eight-character beard looks very sleek, dressed in milky white clothes is very fat, look at his dress Presumably this person is also a Taoist family, carrying a cloth bag, the bag is printed with gossip patterns like looking at feng shui, the waist is round and thick, not tall, and there are black beads hanging around the neck.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Our chance has come, set up the platform."

The man took out a long table and placed it directly above the hall, Wushan in Yunnan stood in front of the window and opened the window, looked at the sky, closed the window again, lit large red candles on both sides, placed a small red coffin in the middle, placed two bowls on both sides, the bowl contained glutinous rice, and then inserted the lit incense into the bowl containing glutinous rice on both sides, and said, "Open the coffin." ”

The lid of the small red coffin placed in the middle was opened, and the scarecrow was taken out and put on red makeup and placed in the coffin, the coffin lid was closed, and the peachwood sword hanging on the wall was removed, and he said, "Rise up the altar," the man stood aside, lit the rune paper placed on the altar and put it in a bowl full of chicken blood, drank it and spewed it out of his mouth, and then grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and spilled it, and the peachwood sword passed through a rune paper on the altar and lit and waved it on the candle flame.

It should have been a happy event but it became a funeral, the dog barked and wept in the sky, there were tears in the sky, crying and mourning, the red face was so thin, the lonely soul had nowhere to return, the destiny of heaven was like this! Life is so despised, it hurts his family, this cry mourns the world, and the dog cries. In the mahogany coffin in the middle, her family squatted in front of the coffin and burned some paper money into the brazier, at least she was less poor in the underworld. In the middle of the night, the night was quiet and the wind did not stop, and listening to the slightest wind was like someone crying, and the wind blew the candle flame in front of the coffin.

The family sat in front of them and waited, and faintly heard that there was a sound in the coffin, "dong dong" uninterrupted sound, and then the sound heard was so clear, the night watchman was suddenly frightened by this, his eyes were fixed on this coffin, his eyes looked at this big red coffin, the sound came from this coffin, it was because someone was lying in this coffin and kept kicking the coffin lid, so who was it? Could it be a ghost? It's weird. We have two speculations about this, one is that the owner of the coffin has not yet died and may come back to life; The second is that it is haunted, the first point is that they naturally can't think of it, haunting is such a thing in their minds, so they panic because of this, and they start to be afraid.

Her family stared blankly at the big red coffin, beads of sweat falling between their eyebrows, falling on their temples, and their cold hairs standing on end. The wind was quiet, and the sound of kicking the lid inside the coffin began to stop. The night began to be quiet, and you could hear the heartbeat of the other party's "poof, poof, poof". Just as it began to calm down, the sound of its heartbeat began to slow down, suddenly "touched" and "snapped" the coffin lid flew down, and one of the old women suddenly raised her head, this old woman may be her mother, her eyes were the size of copper beads and her eyes were dull, looking at the big red coffin sluggishly. A woman in red sat up from inside the big red coffin, her face was wearing the same heavy makeup as before she died, and her skin was still as white as paper, as if she had been soaked in clear water for a period of time, and it would rot when touched like tofu.

"Ahh

When they calmed down, under the leadership of some monks who chanted sutras, they walked into the mourning hall, at this time the table in the mourning hall was already overturned and the stool was overturned, messy, only the old woman fell quietly in front of the big red coffin, and the family came forward to hug the old woman who fell to the ground into their arms and shook it twice.

"Mother, mother," one of them shouted.

The old woman woke up and said, "Mine, my daughter, my daughter." ”

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the big red coffin behind them, the lid of the coffin was still open, and everyone gathered around, and the body inside the coffin was gone.

"Corpse change," one of them didn't know what to think, and his face changed dramatically.

Everyone looked at this person in amazement, and some monks behind him only shook their heads helplessly, put their hands together and said, "Amitabha." ”

I think the strange thing that happened just now is a mystery in anyone's heart, and it is as difficult to disperse as a dark cloud, permeating everyone's heart.