Midnight.

Shang Yehua didn't know that this was the first time she had dreamed of Cheng Qingqing, her voice and smile were as bright as light, shining on him who was bent on dying at that time.

He gradually wanted to live strongly, and for the first time, he felt that immortality was such a wonderful gift from God, which allowed him to meet the gentle and lovely Cheng Qingqing in this world.

When they first met, Cheng Qingqing smiled and quipped: "You look young, but you talk like an old man, old-fashioned and stiff, and you don't know how to be flexible." ”

He smiled and replied, "I'm not much older than you!" ”

Cheng Qingqing asked again, how much bigger? But he didn't answer again.

Because, even he doesn't know how long he lived......

Since he was born, he has no parents, as if he jumped out of a stone, and he doesn't know how he grew up, but he only remembers that he has lived in a large courtyard since he was conscious, and there are servants and maids in the yard, and they will greet him cordially, called Master Shang.

He often dreamed, dreamed of all kinds of strange things, and dreamed of all kinds of things that had happened, and often there was an old man with a white beard in his dreams, talking to him in a rambling manner.

The old man said that he was a god who died thousands of years ago, and Shang Yehua was a messenger of God, who existed in this world in order to convey God's will.

God gave him the ability to know all things and thousands of years of life, he is not a man, nor a god, nor a monster, but a thing created by God, and when he completes his mission, it is the end of his life.

Shang Yehua was a young and vigorous boy at that time, how could he believe the old man's words.

Even if the scenes in the dream would appear in reality without any mistakes, he didn't believe it.

Until, the slaves in the courtyard are getting older and older, and he is still as youthful as ever.

In the end, he had to believe.

Immortality itself is incredible.

There is no doubt about the facts.

He is a special being in the world.

The people around him came and went, and he also moved out of the yard where he originally lived, moved from the east to the north, and from the north to the south, and after spending hundreds of years, he returned to the original place, the place where he first met Cheng Qingqing.

Cheng Qingqing is a famous beauty in this area, selling sweet tofu on the street every day, the white and slippery tofu is tender and tender, she used the ancestral method to make the simplest tofu brain, which is full of fragrance and taste, and the diners are batch after batch, and the business is booming.

There are many people who are popular, and the vendors next to them are angry about the boom in Qingqing's business, so they stumbled behind their backs and put some crotons in her tofu brain, causing the diners who ate tofu brains that day to have bad stomachs and no longer come to buy tofu brains, and even more, they sued Cheng Qingqing to the yamen.

And this is the source of Shang Yehua and Cheng Qingqing's first encounter.

He dreamed that day, and met the white-bearded old man again, the old man said, there is an unjust case here, the girl who sells tofu brains on the street is a good person, but she was framed for adding bad condiments to the food to harm people, so that Shang Yehua can give her daughter justice.

This is a loss of life.

His heart, which had been calm for a hundred years, beat violently the moment he saw Cheng Qingqing, who was like a peach blossom in the yamen, and the qi and blood in his body seemed to come back to life, happily bursting in every vein in his body.

He couldn't tell what it was like. It's like eating the most delicious dish among a hundred delicacies, all the taste buds are cheering in unison, and the whole person becomes happy because of eating what they like.

Cheng Qingqing is the most palatable among the hundred kinds of delicacies.

Later, Cheng Qingqing, who became Mrs. Shang, asked why he appeared in the yamen at the beginning, resisting the prefect for her unknown life, Shang Yehua always smiled and vaguely disappeared, and this became a mystery that Cheng Qingqing did not know until his death.

When Cheng Qingqing was just pregnant with Cheng Qirui, Shang Yehua had another dream that night.

In the dream, there is no white-bearded old man, and there are heavy curtains one after another.

Complex patterns, plain colors, very familiar.

It's the decoration in his bedroom.

From the curtains, there was a heart-rending cry, the voice was poignant but soft, it was his youth.

He couldn't wait to uncover the layers of curtains, wanting to rescue Qingqing who was trapped in the curtains, but the curtains in the dream could not be uncovered, he only heard Qingqing's more poignant cry, and a sense of powerlessness and helplessness crawled all over his heart at this moment, and he was out of breath.

"Qingqing!"

"Qingqing! What's wrong, where are you? ”

"Qingqing, I'm coming to you, don't be afraid."

……

He struggled to tear off all the curtains in front of him, and all the obstacles fell apart in an instant, and he saw Qingqing in the center, with a big belly, a pale face, and tears in the corners of his eyes at the moment he saw him.

Her lower body was a puddle of blood, the red ground was terrifying, and a pink ball of flesh crawled out of the blood, and there was still an umbilical cord connected to Qingqing on her body.

The flesh ball turned his head, his bright starry eyes, and when he smiled, he would squint into a beautiful curve, like a very green hair, his hair was jet black, and there was a yellow stickiness on it, which did not look clean.

The meat ball smiled and lowered her head, pulled the umbilical cord, and the small movement made Qingqing scream loudly, her eyes were round, her pupils gradually diverged, her face aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her young and white face was instantly crawling with wrinkles, dry like a desert, as if it had been drained.

"Qingqing."

"Green ......"

"Qingqing!"

The person in his arms was weak and weak, his eyes were closed, no matter what Shang Yehua called, Qingqing was like a ragdoll that had lost its life, and the moment the flesh ball touched the umbilical cord, it disappeared into this world forever.

Qingqing's death made the flesh ball grow gradually, his face was ruddy, his facial features were open, and there was still her delicate between his eyebrows and eyes.

This is their child, but at the moment of birth, it took Qingqing's life.

Shang Yehua knew that as long as it was seen in a dream, it would definitely happen in the future.

And Qingqing's pregnancy will cost her her her life, and he must not let her give birth to this child.

He began to ask others what pregnant women should not do and what they had to do.

On the premise of not harming Qingqing, all of them were used, and even the secret abortion pill did not shake half of the child in Qingqing's arms.

At the end of his rope, he went to the white-bearded old man for help.

The old man answered Shang Yehua's question very enthusiastically.

"You are just another thing that has been created, you are not a human being, you have a child with a person, that child is naturally not a human being, he inherited your immortality, but only gained half of the power, the body's instinct to live, will look for the closest life after birth, absorb their life, and obtain incomplete immortality."

"Since you have a child, the child has half of your ability, and naturally has no reaction to any abortion pills, and now, the only way is to give birth to the child, and at the moment when the child is looking for life, cut off the child's connection with Qingqing and give him something else."

He did as he was told, and when Qingqing was pregnant, he stayed by her side.

The moment he wants the child to suck his life, cut off his connection with his mother and let the child suck his life.

Qingqing's belly is getting bigger and bigger day by day, and the experienced Wen Po said that she is a sturdy male doll.

Qingqing was very happy, she ate any tonic soup or big fish, as long as it was good for the fetus, she would eat it.

"In the future, we will give birth to a girl, I will teach her how to make tofu brain, and pass on the ancestral secret recipe of our old Cheng family."

"Okay, let's have a litter in the future, and the boys will also learn to make tofu brains."

Qingqing squeaked and laughed, snuggling in Shang Yehua's arms, comfortable and happy.

The world of October has passed in a blink of an eye.

The atmosphere in Shang Mansion also became solemn, Shang Yehua's nerves were tense, and he never left Qingqing's side, for fear that she would give birth to a child when she was not paying attention.

Qingqing also laughed at him a few times for this, saying that he had never seen a father who wanted to see his child born so much.

The night of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

Qingqing was lying on the bed, leaning sideways and talking to Shang Yehua in private.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his abdomen, and he fell heavily, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Shang Yehua had already learned a lot about the delivery from Wen Po in the past few months, and when he saw this, he hurriedly jumped up from the bed, straightened Qingqing, and called the maid and Wen Po to come in.

A bunch of people circled around Qingqing, scrambling.

When the young maid saw the bloodstained white cloth, her head fainted, and she was busy cheering up again, and obeyed the instructions of the stable woman in an orderly manner.

Not long after the child was born, he closed his eyes and cried loudly, not knowing whether it was pink or red.

Qingqing was feeling weak, and when she heard the child's gong-like cry, she didn't even have the strength to speak at this time, closed her eyes, and recuperated.

Wen Po cleaned up the child, wrapped it in a cloth, and sent it to Shang Yehua's arms, he looked down, the umbilical cord had been cut, the child was also wrapped in cloth, everything was different from what he saw in his dream.

In the bedroom, people kept retreating one after another, Shang Yehua sent the child to Qingqing's side, watched her support her body, and got up to see the child.

Perhaps smelling his mother's scent, Ben's crying child gradually quieted down, breathed slowly, and fell asleep.

Shang Yehua put down a big stone in his heart, and for the first time in so many months, he smiled with relief.

"Qingqing, look, our children."

Qingqing didn't react, lowered her head, stared at the child affectionately, her eyes were moist, and her tone of voice was sobbing.

"Shang Lang, I'm dying......"

"From the day I got pregnant, I had dreams every day, and there would be all kinds of strange things in my dreams, and these strange things would appear one by one in a few days."

"Last night, I dreamed that I was lying in a pool of blood and that the child connected to my umbilical cord was smiling at me with wide eyes. You say, it's not strange. ”

"I'm so scared that I don't dare to tell you that you've been thinking deeply about anxiety these days. So, I informed Wen Po in advance that she was waiting in our courtyard, and let them rush in as soon as there was any movement in the room. ”

"What are you talking about?" Shang Yehua stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on Qingqing's face, and said distressedly: "Wasn't the child born safely?" You won't die. ”

Qingqing shook her head in despair: "That's because the time has not yet come, I went in my dream when I was ugly, and now, I am still a child." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of footsteps outside, it was a patrolling servant, who appeared on time every night.

The child, who was sleeping quietly, suddenly opened his eyes, and his starry eyes were heavy, like his father.

Qingqing's stomach contracted, and sharp pain came from below, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see that scarlet blood was seeping out bit by bit.

The child's hand struggled out of the shroud, waving in mid-air, and was grasped by Shang Yehua.

The white-bearded old man said that as long as the child was cut off from his mother, he could absorb the life of others to obtain the mutilated immortality, and if this was the case, he would suck him.

His hands were suddenly imprisoned by a strong force, Shang Yehua half turned his head, he was a handsome and noble son, with a delicate appearance, and he was his acquaintance, Baxia.

"Her life is over, and she should have gone today, but she must not change her life against the sky and lose herself."

Shang Yehua had lost his mind at this time, no matter what was against the sky, what could not be done, he just had to stay Qingqing.

"Don't meddle."

With a heavy blow to the neck, Baxia stunned Shang Yehua, he lost his strength, and watched the child smile and put his hand on Qingqing's body, and the umbilical cord that had been cut appeared out of thin air, linking Qingqing and the child again.

The child's face became deeper and deeper, faintly resembling the appearance of his youth, while Qingqing on the other side aged extremely quickly, accompanied by a mournful scream, and there was no longer a sound.

Everything is exactly the same as in the dream.

"All living beings have a fate, and if they die, they may be reborn."

This was the moment Shang Yehua lost consciousness, and Baxia said in his ear.