Most fireflies find their beloved another firefly on a summer day, fall in love and reproduce offspring, and complete their mission.

And there is a small number of fireflies, for some reason, among the thousands of fireflies, no matter how much they search, but they can never find the one they love.

All they have traveled in their lives is in a pond or a forest, and in the end, they can only grow old alone.

It's like never coming to this world.

It's not the same.

After that day, Xiaowa never mentioned that she wanted to see fireflies again. As soon as she saw the book, she said to Xuanniao very angrily: "Xuanniao, I have heard people talk about it before. There was a scholar in the Han Dynasty, because his family was poor, so he caught fireflies every day to illuminate them. Later, in order to show that they love to read, many readers always imitate this behavior. I now know why I never met the woman I liked. Xiaowa paused and said angrily, "It must have been those scholars who caught the fireflies that originally belonged to him for the purpose of reading, so he couldn't wait." Scholars are really hateful, that Wang Peng is also a scholar, and I hate scholars the most. ”

Duckweed looked at the little baby's puffing appearance, and couldn't help laughing: "But isn't Jiang Gongzi also a scholar? Isn't he very good? Xiaowa, don't be angry, how can there be so many scholars in the world who love to read, and they want to catch fireflies for lighting." Maybe it's the beloved firefly in another pond. ”

Xiaowa said "ah", then frowned and said, "Then why don't you go to other places where there are fireflies?"

"Because, sometimes, the mind of a spiritual creature is fixed in one place, and it is often accompanied by some obsessions. It's like a moth to a fire, and a mayfly shakes a tree. Duckweed thought for a moment before saying, "Maybe there are fireflies in other woods like the unborn, waiting for their true love until the light of life is exhausted." ”

Xiaowa was a little sad, lying on the table and said, "Do fireflies really only have a year to live?

Duckweed nodded, also a little sad, and comforted the little baby: "Don't be sad, little baby." Although he would definitely die in his future, I told him that if he kept flying south. It's going to be warmer in the south, and maybe there are still a lot of fireflies there that haven't left completely. ”

"South, my sister is so smart. Then he might meet his beloved fireflies. Xiaowa said excitedly.

"You can also die of exhaustion on the road. Xuanniao interjected.

"But there is hope, and it is better than dying alone and alone. Duckweed touched the good wine given to them by the future and said with a smile.

"Sister, you didn't say that on purpose because you wanted these wines in the future, did you?" Xiaowa looked at the duckweed's smiling face, and suddenly became a little angry.

"Of course not, the little baby thinks too much. I'm doing this for his good, the future health is not good, and if I drink it every day, I'm afraid that he will die in less than half a month. Duckweed carefully put the wine into the cabinet and said.

"The master is really ruthless, a dream, drunk and drunk, and it is good for him. Xuanniao muttered to himself.

The words floated in the air, and no one could hear them except himself.

After a few days, Xiaowa felt that she had stayed in the inn all day, either eating some pastries or eating melons and fruits, and her stomach was fat. Therefore, when duckweed told fortunes and divination for people every day, the little baby also followed her.

Of course, the Xuanniao also turned into a cute spirit magpie and followed.

Baizhu seems to have been busy with military affairs in the northwest recently, and he hasn't come to see duckweed for a long time. The duckweed was a little melancholy, but the bird was very happy.

On this day, it was very hot, and although it was not summer, the people who were shining brightly were sleepy.

Duckweed had just sent off a guest, but at this time, a scholar suddenly broke in. Shopkeeper Zhou has always disliked those poor families who come to find duckweed to tell fortunes, and every time he meets someone who is poorly dressed and wants to see duckweed, he is invited out by Shopkeeper Zhou to let the little guy very "polite".

I don't know if the little guy is not there, and the shopkeeper Zhou is busy again, so he let the scholar break in.

But this scholar is very delicate, although he is not handsome, but he is also a crane of chickens.

It's just that the clothes are still a little plain. Duckweed thought that this should be from a poor family, so she didn't say much, but said with a smile: "Childe came in such a hurry, but what is the urgency?"

When the scholar saw the duckweed, he cried: "Lady help, I heard that the lady's fortune-telling and divination are exquisite, and I think it can also drive away ghosts." Xiaosheng took the liberty to come and beg the lady to save Xiaosheng's life. ”

Duckweed was quite interested and asked, "I am from Kunlun Mountain, so I will naturally exorcise evil spirits." I don't know Childe, what's your name?"

"In Shimoyanagi, the Han'an people's clan, came to Bianjing last year to prepare for next year's Spring Festival. But I didn't expect that now, it would attract evil spirits. The scholar said while crying.

Xiaowa couldn't help frowning and said: "It's a scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam again, hey, you're so old and still crying, it's a pity to read so many sage books." ”

The scholar named Liu Sheng cried and confessed: "The sage book has not taught Xiaosheng not to cry." You Nizi, the scholar is the most noble person in the world, how can you look down on the scholar?"

Duckweed hurriedly made a color to the little baby, and hurriedly said: "Liu Gongzi misunderstood. My sister doesn't understand the rules, and I hope you don't be surprised. ”

"Where would I be angry with a yellow-haired girl. Liu Sheng wiped the tears from his face before he said.

Duckweed smiled: "Liu Gongzi just said that he met an evil ghost, but can you tell me what happened?"

As soon as he talked about the evil spirit, the tears that Liu Sheng had just collected flowed down again, and he choked up: "Lady, in the past six months, I have been concentrating on preparing for the exam every day, and I have never had any evil thoughts. Because of the poverty of the family, there is only one scholar and Lao Suo to take care of the daily life. That day, the master of the academy asked us to write a poem, and I had no thoughts for a long time, so I lit the lamp until midnight. Yanagi sobbed as he continued, "Somehow, there was a sudden gust of evil wind that night, and I was a little scared, so I was ready to wake up the scholar to talk to me. Who knows, I can't wake up the scholar, but I'm so scared that I'm about to turn off the lights and go to bed. At this time, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

I was terrified, and I often heard people say that in the middle of the night a ghost knocks on the door, and he faints in fright. ”

Xiaowa couldn't hold back her laughter, and duckweed hurriedly asked, "Then what? Could Childe be misunderstood, what if it's just the sound of the wind?"

Yanagi seemed to be afraid that duckweed would not believe it, so he hurriedly said, "No. The next day I was so scared that I went to bed early. It's just that the more scared I get, the more I toss and turn and can't sleep. It wasn't until midnight that I heard that strange knock on the door again. ”