Three years later.

Far north.

By the sea.

A house by the sea, two stories high, seems to be a temple, but if you look closely, it is different. There is a plaque in front of the temple, with three words written in gold and Song respectively: Tanah Lot Temple.

On the second floor, a woman leaned on the railing, looking at the south stupidly.

She was carrying a little girl in her arms, about two years old, who was born very similar to her, very cute. Because she's too young, she looks cuter than her.

On this girl's small face, there is still something lying on her stomach. It turned out to be a child, a palm-sized child with extremely delicate eyebrows.

This is a ghost!

The woman looked at it for a long time, sighed, and shed a tear in her eye.

Tears were on the girl's face, so the girl said in a milky voice: "Mother, don't cry." ”

The woman burst into tears and laughed: "Okay, my mother doesn't cry." ”

The girl asked, "Mother, wait for Daddy?" ”

The woman nodded: "Yes, my mother is waiting for your father." Hey, your dad didn't know he had a daughter. ”

The girl's little fist waved: "Go find him!" ”

The woman shook her head: "My mother has made a poisonous oath, the most poisonous and poisonous oath in the world." In this life and this life, he will never take the initiative to look for him, and he will definitely run to a place where he can't find it. ”

The woman said in distress: "Hey, why did I swear so badly, why did I really have to run so far." This is miserable, in this life and this life, he must have no chance with him again. ”

But then the woman said angrily: "He obviously promised me that he would accompany me to see the sea, so he will look for it on the beach, and look for it slowly, and he will always find me after ten or decades." ”

"Hmph, he must not have looked for it seriously. There are also three stunning beauties around him, all of whom are more beautiful than me. You don't have to think about it, he must be hugging left and right all day long, patronizing the romance and being happy, where will he still think of me and miss me. ”

Speaking of this, the woman stomped her foot in hatred.

With this stomp, the little spirit ghost lying on the little girl's face slowly slid down. The little girl called out, "Brother, brother," and hurriedly reached out to catch the ghost, and then carefully placed him on her chest.

The spirit ghost opened his hazy eyes, muttered "sister, mother", and then put on the most comfortable sleeping position, continued, sleep.

When the woman saw this scene, a happy smile spread across her face. She smiled and said, "Hmph, auntie, I don't want a stinky man, with you two little babies by my side, this life will be great!" ”

"Ugly, poor, sour, perverted or something, all give it to my aunt and grandmother and get out of my way!"

"Humph!"

As soon as the "hum" was finished, there was a sound of stairs, and an old man wearing a strange headdress and colorful strange clothes came up, bent down deeply, and respectfully called out in Chinese: "Poseidon Niangniang." ”

The woman put on a smile and asked, "What is the situation outside?" ”

The old man replied: "The two countries of Song and Jin fought a big battle, and I won a big victory with Dajin, and the Song State was defeated. The Song State sent envoys to negotiate peace, and the DPRK and China were debating whether to fight or make peace. ”

"My Great Song is defeated!" The woman let out a long sigh.

The old man said again: "The god of the sea, there are villagers on the beach who rescued a man, fell unconscious, and sent him to the temple. I want to ask my mother to show me, how to deal with it? ”

The woman replied casually, "Wake him up, send him some food, and let him go." ”

The old man was respectful, and after hesitating for a moment, he added: "Look at that person's clothes, it should be a Song person." ”

The woman immediately turned around: "It's a Song person?" ”

The old man replied, "Yes." is still a little Taoist, born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and is a very good-looking little Taoist. ”

The woman's body trembled violently: "Take me to see it." ”

In a hurry, the woman left, and there was no one at the railing. Only see the sea surging, the tide rises and falls, and the stars and moon in the sky reflect each other, eternal and eternal!

【Testimonials】

"Where the Female Ghost Run" is officially finished!

Two million words, three hundred and forty-one days.

In my heart, I am full of emotion!

The most, but regrets!

In my conception, "Where the Female Ghost Run" should not actually end like this, it has the next volume, at least 800,000 words. And the style of my writing is to advance layer by layer, wave after wave, and the biggest * is the final ending.

The final outcome I expected was that Xu Ruoxue led 300 Qingcheng swordsmen, 1,000 heroes of the rivers and lakes, and joined hands with 5,000 Han rebels to fight the Jin Army. Then the little Taoist priest was alone, facing the more than 10,000 elites of the Jin army, and before the iron horse, he summoned countless Han righteous souls to kill the golden dog! In the end, almost single-handedly, the little Taoist priest who resisted the Jin army alone returned to the Southern Song Dynasty, but saw that the head of Han Yanxuan, who was strongly opposed to Jin, was cut off by Shi Miyuan and sent to the Jin State for peace. So, a sigh!

Hey, the funniest, most passionate, most exciting, and most in-depth part of the full text, that's it, not in time to come out!

I regret it, but I can't do anything about it!

This article has been written for nearly a year, and it is basically written full-time. As I write this, I have run out of savings, I owe foreign debts, and I can't even pay a penny for my child's hospitalization. I'm at the end of my rope!

So there is no choice.

When I first started writing, I still thought about opening a generation of literary styles and writing a generation of classics. Now that I think about it, it's ironic!

I have too much helplessness and even anger about this, but so what?

The next article will be a fairy tale class, and it will no longer be a personality article. I hope this kind of popular theme can make me desperate! Otherwise, you can only give up the path of writing.

Of course, as long as I write, what I write will never be a small white text, let alone a pure routine text. When I write essays, I must write to my satisfaction, and I must write something new. Otherwise, it's better not to write. This is my persistence, every word I write, the persistence revealed!

Please continue to support us! I urgently need your support!

Heartfelt thanks to the editor of *1*7*K* Sushi Da, who really gave a lot of recommendations, and book friends: My heart is 250737462 free, the road ahead is forever night, and the top few of the fan list are great.

One final word: Today, I finished an article, left a sigh, and began a new hope.

Hope tomorrow will be better!

Talk and laugh books. 6 December 2017.