I am a scumbag, but I am extremely eager for a pure love: holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son, never abandoning life and death.

In this era, in this era of artillery fire, is there really still love?

I can't help but think of the ancients, their love: Qin Jia, Xu Shu; Sima Xiangru, Zhuo Wenjun.

They, that's good.

And these two couples, black and white, are impressed, and they are still residents of the underworld.

Qin Jia and Xu Shu are extremely affectionate, that year Qin Jia went to Luoyang to take office, and Xu Shu was unable to see Qin Jia off because of her ill health, who would have thought that when Xu Shu saw Qin Jia again, Qin Jia had been lying quietly in the coffin, and since then Yin and Yang have been separated.

Qin wrote to Xu: "The car is still empty, I am very disappointed, and I don't want to hate it, Gu You is stunned!" This mirror is both bright and good, the shape is colorful, the world is rare, and the meaning is very loved, so it is with each other. ”

"And to Baochai a pair, worth a thousand gold; The dragon and tiger group are in a line; There are four kinds of good incense, one pound each; A plain piano, often played by himself. The mirror can identify the shape, the treasure hairpin can show off the head, the fragrance can be defiled, the musk can ward off the evil spirit, and the suqin can entertain the ears. ”

Xu replied: "Both the Huiyin Order, and the gift of all things, are generous and courteous, out of non-hope!" The mirror has the beauty of literary color, the hairpin has a different view, the fragrance is precious, and the piano is also good. Benefiting foreign objects in the ugly, cutting off the treasure to give each other, not a rich grace, who is Kenruos? Looking at the mirror and holding the hairpin, the feelings seem to be; Playing the piano and singing poems, thinking about the heart is knotted. With the fragrance of the body, metaphor with the mirror to identify the form, this is too much, did not win my heart.

In the past, poets had the feeling of "flying peng", and Ban Jieyu had the sigh of "who is honored". Suqin's work should be returned; The mirror should be returned. If the light instrument is not provided, then Baochai is not set up; If the curtain is not served, the fragrance will not be released. ”

Luoyang, Qinfu.

"Qin Jia, your time is up." Impermanence arrived, and came to take Qin Jia's undead.

"Two errand officials, I, Qin Jia, have been frank and unrestrained all my life, worthy of Your Majesty, worthy of the people, but I owe a lot to my lady, and I hope that the two bad officials will be affectionate, so that I can see my lady again. At that time, my soul will be scattered, and I, Qin Jia, will have no complaints. Qin Jia bowed down and begged for black and white impermanence to let him see Xu Shu again.

"Qin Jia, do you know that ghosts can't see the sun. If you go back to see Xu Shu, you will be exposed to the scorching sun on the road through mountains and rivers. Before the two of you meet, you have already been melted by the sun, and your soul is gone. ”

"Qin Jia knows, but if there is a glimmer of hope, Qin Jia will not regret it until death." Qin Jia was resolute, even if his soul was scattered, he would see Xu Shu again.

"But a woman, why should you be persistent, you can be reincarnated in the next life, you can have three wives and four concubines, hugging left and right." Bai Wuji persuaded that it was legal to have three wives and four concubines in this era, and Qin Jia's family background also allowed him to take concubines, he really couldn't figure out why Qin Jia was persistent.

"Shu'er is unique, a treasure in my hands, and it is my blessing to be able to marry her in this life." When Qin Jia was newly married, he wrote "Narrative Marriage":

One after another, marriage, the cause of blessing and misfortune. Wei Nu Xingqi, praise and extinguish Zhou. Trembling, afraid of it. God enlightens its auspiciousness, and the fruit is good. If it suits my wishes, it will be rested by heaven.

From birth to death, Qin Jia's heart has not changed, and in his opinion, being able to marry Xu Shu is a gift from God to him.

"Well, you choose your own path, don't regret it." Bai Wuchang agreed, but he didn't help and protect Qin Jia's soul.

Bai Wuchang never believed that there was such an infatuated lover in the world. On the same side, it is also his jurisdiction anyway, and it will not delay the collection of the undead by the way.

Qin Jia's soul set off with his coffin, it was okay at first, Qin Jia's soul power was quite abundant, even if he was exposed to the scorching sun, he could still resist it for a while, it felt like steaming in a steamer, and it was about to be cooked.

"Qin Jia, it's too late to regret it now." White impermanence.

"No regrets until death." Qin Jia was not afraid, endured the scorching heat, and followed the coffin step by step.

Ghosts can indeed fly, but Qin Jia has a problem, he doesn't know the way home. When he came, he was driven by a servant, but now he has become a ghost, and he can't communicate with people at all, so he can only follow the coffin step by step.

"Ahh

On the third day, Qin Jia found that his hand was gone, completely melted by the sun, and the pain of breaking his arm was heartbreaking. He was a son of an official eunuch, and he had never been beaten, let alone had a broken arm, and he could barely get up from the pain.

"Do you regret it?" Bai Wuchang asked.

"No regrets until death."

One day later, Qin Jia's leg was gone, two days later, Qin Jia's body was gone, and on the third day, Qin Jia only had one head left.

"Qin Jia, Qin Jia, do you know that your next life will be a generation of Ming monarchs, an emperor through the ages, 3,000 beauties in the harem, and thousands of miles of splendid rivers and mountains."

"Without Shu, even thousands of rivers and mountains are lonely graves, and three thousand beauties are all skeletons."

"Alas, alas, alas." Bai Wuchang let out a long sigh, and finally Qin Jia dissipated cleanly.

"Big brother, is there such true love in the world?" Bai Wuchang was shocked and asked Hei Wuchang.

"Qin Jia, Xu Shu." Black impermanence looks into the distance, looking at the future after a thousand years, is true love still existing, and love is stronger than gold?

"Qin Jia, the soul is coming!" Bai Wuchang set up a "soul flag" and shouted, and Qin Jia's scattered souls gathered in an instant, and Qin Jia was "alive" again.

"Thank you, two errands." Qin Jia was grateful, kowtowed and bowed, if it weren't for Bai Impermanence to summon souls and gather souls, he would really be scattered.

"Needless to say, and put it in the coffin, it should save your soul."

Qin Jia was also confused, and he didn't know how to hide in the coffin to hide from the sun. Sure enough, people have been doing it for a long time, even if they become ghosts, they are still thinking about problems with human thinking. Just think, if you are a normal person, who would have thought of lying in a coffin.

Xu Shu looked at Qin Jia in the coffin, tears couldn't stop flowing, and her trembling hands caressed Qin Jia's face.

"Lang, Lang, the hand of the son who said that he was good, grow old with the son, how can you, how can you ......"

"I should have sent you that day."

Qin Jia has been by Xu Shu's side, wanting to use her hands to take care of her unkempt hair, but Yin and Yang are separated and can't intersect, so she has to recite a poem:

Life is like morning dew, and the world is full of people.

Hardships often come early, and reunions often come late.

Remembering to serve in the service, go to Erri far away.

Send the car to welcome the son, and return empty.

The provincial book is sad, and I can't eat before eating.

Sitting alone in an empty room, who will exhort you?

I couldn't sleep for a long night, and I tossed and turned on my pillow alone.

Worries come like a cycle, and bandits are unstoppable.

The emperor is selfless and selfless, and he is a good lotus.

hurt me and your body, and I was a little lonely.

Vested righteousness, joy and suffering are insufficient.

Remember when you stay away from farewell, miss the narrative.

The river is wide and there are no boat beams, and the road is close to the hills and land.

The road is melancholy, and the middle driver is hesitating.

Floating clouds rise from high mountains, and sad winds stir deep valleys.

A good horse does not return to the saddle, and a light car does not turn the hub.

Injections and medicines can be used repeatedly, and it is difficult to worry about them.

Righteousness is indispensable to the end.

Su Su servant Zheng, Qiang Qiang Yang and bell.

In the early morning, when the lead is mai, the belt is waiting for the rooster to crow.

Looking at the empty room, it seems to want to be shaped.

Don't hold a thousand hatreds, and sit up for restlessness.

What is the use of my heart, and my thoughts are sincere.

Baochai is good to shine its head, and the mirror can be recognized.

The fragrance is degraded, and the suqin has a clear sound.

The poet feels papaya, but wants to answer Yaoqiong.

I am ashamed that he gave me a thick gift, and I am ashamed that this past is light.

Although I know that I have not repaid enough, you can use it to tell my feelings.

"Poetry." Black Impermanence exerted his mana, and a piece of parchment appeared in Qin Jia's arms, which was seen by Xu Shu.

"Lang Jun ......" Xu Shu saw this poem, wept bitterly, fainted and fell to the ground.

When Xu Shu was young and beautiful, his mother's family always asked her to remarry, but she only said: "There is only Qin Jialang in the world, and Xu Shu does not serve her second husband." In the end, he disfigured himself and kept the festival for the rest of his life.

On the day of his death, Xu Shu muttered, "Lang Jun, I'm here, waiting for me." "It was Black and White Impermanence who came to pick her up and took her to the underworld to reunite with Qin Jia.