"Once upon a time, there was a place called Ranruosa Temple......

Wei Gong's voice came from another room, and Lai Shiyu's bed was only separated by a wall from Cui Xiaoxiao's side.

Cui Xiaoxiao put her ear to the wall and listened intently to the movement next door.

Wei Gong is so faint that he doesn't tell me, but tells the story to this newcomer.

But it doesn't matter.

Asking him to tell the story of a scholar and a female ghost is to remind him that often beautiful women are harmful, and this is true for newcomers, and the same is true for Kenrin Sakura.

With the IQ of the Emiya, you should be able to understand my hard work, right?

She lowered her head, and suddenly her eyes became terrifying.

Neither I nor Emiya belong to this world, he won't want to bloom and sow seeds here and do terrible things before leaving, right?

Cui Xiaoxiao gently pressed the atrium with her hand, which was beating violently.

Wei Gong found a chair to sit down, and said slowly,

"One day, a scholar came and met a female ghost in a ruined temple.

The female ghost felt that the scholar had disturbed her purity, so she said impatiently,

'Go quickly, or I'll eat you.' ’

The scholar saw that the female ghost had bright eyes and bright teeth, and was very gorgeous, not only did he not feel terrible, but his soul was hooked.

He straightened his sleeves, sat in the temple and didn't leave.

The scholar said, you are such a lonely ghost, I can accompany you.

The female ghost glanced at him coldly and sat down on the haystack herself.

She said that being with boring people is boring, and being alone is just lonely, not boring.

Who knew that the scholar applauded happily, 'You just made a wonderful three-line love poem.'

The female ghost was a little surprised, 'What is a three-line love poem?' ’”

Ale, how is this version different from what is said in the wild book?!

Hearing this, Cui Xiaoxiao's eyes widened in surprise.

Could it be that it has been tampered with by later generations after 200 years?

She continued to put her ear to the wall and listened to Emiya's next story,

“

As the name suggests, a three-line love poem is a love poem with only three lines. For example-

The crab is peeling my shell, and the notebook is writing about me.

I fell on the snowflakes on the maple leaves.

And you're thinking about me

’

The female ghost was stunned for a moment, I don't know why, the moment she heard these sentences, something was melting in her heart.

'Don't pretend to be literary and artistic, who do you think you are?' ’

When the female ghost had finished speaking, she turned her head away and ignored him.

One night, the scholar teased her from time to time, but there was no response.

So he found a table and sat down and read his book quietly.

The night passed, and at dawn the scholar left the ruined temple.

The female ghost felt a little lonely in her heart, and she comforted herself and said that I was just lonely, not boring.

The moment she turned around, she saw that the scholar had left three lines on the wall-

'My name is Four Lines.

He was a scholar.

Nice to meet you. ’

The female ghost smiled and thought to herself, you are just a passerby in my thousands of years of life.

I thought we would never see each other again, but who knew that the scholar would come again that night.

He said, without me, you will be very lonely.

This time, the female ghost did not speak.

'What's your name?' The scholar asked her.

'Why should I tell you?' ’

'Because I've told you my name!' ’

That's your business. And that's obviously not a personal name, is it? ’

Otherwise, let's make a bet. The scholar said, 'If I win, tell me your name.' ’

'Boring. ’

Bet on whether you'll like me, and if you like me, tell me the name." ’

'Dream on. ’

The night passed slowly in the back and forth of the two people.

When the scholar left, he wrote another three-line poem on the wall—

'I love the gentle wind,

I love brilliant fireworks,

Because they're all as illusory as you are. ’

The female ghost looked at the wall and was a little funny, the person she just met, where would there be any love at all?

In the evening, the scholar came again.

This time, the female ghost was not so resistant, but talked to him.

The female ghost asked him, why are you called Sixing?

The scholar said, if you lose the bet, you will be told.

The female ghost thought to herself, how can there be a day of losing, if I don't like you all the time, won't you always be here?

For some reason, she was happy because of the bet.

From this day on, scholars would come to the temple every day, and a person would tell the female ghost what had happened before, some stories he had heard, and what had become popular recently.

Then before leaving, leave a three-line line poem on the wall.

It didn't take long for the walls to be filled with writing.

Until the thirtieth day, that was the day he was going to catch the exam.

The scholar spoke as usual, and when he saw that the female ghost still did not intend to deal with him, he said to her, 'I am leaving tomorrow.' ’

The female ghost was silent for a moment, then opened her mouth faintly.

'Oh. ’

'It's time to go to Beijing to catch the exam. ’

'Oh. ’

'What if ......'

'Go away, don't disturb my purity.' She waved her hand.

The next day, the scholar left.

The female ghost thought that he must be a liar if he was so bad.

However, from that day on, the scholar never appeared again.

The female ghost thought, what does it matter?

Anyway, she was used to this more ancient loneliness.

It's just lonely, it's not boring.

She touched the words on the wall, reluctant to erase them, and every line was a memory.

A long, long time later, one day, when the female ghost was cleaning the temple, she happened to find a pen in the corner.

She thought, maybe the scholar left behind, and he was writing on the wall with this pen, right?

The female ghost looked at the pen he left behind, and tears flowed silently.

The pen is engraved

You ask me why it's called four lines, but the love poem is three.

Because the end of every love poem is-

I love you. ’

She turned the brush and engraved the words 'Ning Caichen' at the end.

The female ghost opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound.

The meaning of the lips is –

My name is Xiaoqian.

It's a female ghost.

I love you.

”

After Wei Gong finished speaking, there was silence in the room.

After a long time, when Cui Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, her face was already full of tears.

Death Guard Palace, the story was not meant to be like this, okay!

Emiya stood up, "Okay, the story is over, good night." ”

Lai Shiyu's face was buried in the shadows, and she raised her hand and waved.

She was afraid that tears would fall as soon as she spoke.

"I'm sorry for telling such an imperfect story."

After Wei Gong finished speaking, he walked out softly and closed the door gently.

"Scholars and female ghosts...... Lai Shiyu chuckled, with a lonely expression, then hugged her legs and curled up.

Even in a country like Mengjian Country, which has been hot for many years, she feels a little cold.

With a little bit of warmth.