The predecessor of Ruyi Rouge Shop was a compact courtyard house, and when it was first bought, it was only because it was in a suitable location and the price was super low. What the middleman said was that the original owner went out to do business and did not plan to return to Luoyang within ten or eight years, and it was a pity to let the courtyard be vacant.

But when Xing Ruyi stepped into the door with the fox in his arms, he knew that the middleman had lied, and the original owner was in a hurry to sell the house, not because the house was vacant, but because the house was haunted.

In the center of this courtyard, there was a pomegranate tree. When the flowers bloom, the huge canopy of pomegranate flowers is clustered, which is very beautiful. If it is the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the family sits under this pomegranate tree, watching the moon while tasting the pomegranate that has just been plucked from the tree, it is simply beautiful. But what the owner didn't expect was that this good pomegranate tree turned out to be fine, and every night, a black figure could always be seen squatting under the tree.

The owner was timid, so he asked the pomegranate tree to be dug up, but after digging the tree, the black shadow still refused to leave. In desperation, the homeowner had to reluctantly sell the house at a low price, and the buyers were Xing Ruyi and Fox.

Holding a thousand-year-old fox in her arms, Xing Ruyi was naturally not afraid of any black shadows, and she even chose a dark and windy night because of her curiosity, and stayed by the pit of the pomegranate tree that had been cut off, quietly waiting for the black shadow to appear.

Just after the hour, the dark shadow appeared, and it was not very scary to look at.

"Hey, who are you? Why did you come to my yard? ”

The black shadow squatted beside the pomegranate tree pit, and walked over and squatted down. When I looked closely, I realized that it was an extremely young boy. Looking at his age, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a cute baby face. When I look at her, I will nervously stagger my gaze, and I look very shy.

"Hey, don't stop talking." Xing Ruyi reached out and pushed him, and found his hand passing through his body. She was slightly stunned, looked at him and said, "So this is the soul." ”

The boy looked at her hand in surprise, and after being stunned for a while, he lowered his head: "I'm dead, it turns out that I'm really dead." ”

"You mean, you didn't know you were dead."

"I know, but I've always been reluctant to admit it." The boy lowered his head.

"It's not that I don't want to admit it, but I can't bear it." Xing Ruyi turned around, squatted down with the boy, and looked up at the moon in the sky: "It's not that you can't give up your life, but you can't bear the person you have in your heart." Are you reluctant to be your parents? ”

"Both." The boy replied honestly: "My father and mother only have one child, but unfortunately, I have not been able to fulfill my filial piety, so they let the white-haired man give me this black-haired man." ”

"Providence is unpredictable, they won't blame you." Torture like an accident head, side face, looking at the boy's rounded jawline.

"There is one more person I can't bear to be." The boy stared at the big pit of the pomegranate tree that had been dug up: "She is my young lady, a beautiful and kind girl. ”

From the boy's account, Xing Ruyi knew that his big name was Shi Junyi, his nickname was Shishi, and the girl he liked always called him Xiaoshi. The reason why the word "small" was added was because he was a few months younger than his young lady.

Before his death, he was a buddy of Babaozhai, and because he didn't like to talk, he was often regarded as dumb. The first time I met Miss, it was a rainy day, he was learning to make dim sum in the shop, and the future heir of Babao Zhai, who is also Miss Nanzhu of Nanfu, walked in with a red umbrella. I don't know if it's because of the strong wind, although Nanzhu held an umbrella, her body was still wet by the raindrops. If it was a girl on the side, she would definitely not come to buy snacks in wet clothes, even if she went to the shop, she would complain a few words appropriately, but Nanzhu didn't, she was smiling, and even joked with her master Nan, saying that she hadn't been rained for a long time.

Master Nan asked her to hurry to the stove to roast it, saying that she was sick with gonorrhea, and Mrs. Nan would feel distressed.

Nanzhu didn't think so, but replied playfully: "It's good to be sick, if you don't get sick, how can you have the opportunity for grandmother to show her cold and ask for warmth." ”

It is also this sentence that makes the stone clear the identity of Nanzhu, she is the little shopkeeper of Babaozhai, the old lady's favorite Miss Sun, and the unlucky Miss Nan Jiayan that everyone in Luoyang City knows.

I don't know if I was attracted by her playfulness and cuteness, or because I was affected by those discussions in Luoyang City, I felt that this young lady was a little pitiful, and Shi began to silently pay attention to Nanzhu's every move. When she was angry, he would send some small snacks over, all sweet.

Shi heard a lady who often came to the shop to buy snacks say that this woman is the most prone to anxiety, but when she is in a bad mood, eating something sweet can relieve a lot. She often talked to the little bird raised by Master Nan in the backyard, because she didn't dare to tell her grandmother what was on her mind, for fear that her grandmother would be sad and sad for her. Telling the bird is the safest thing to do, because the bird can't speak, and she won't tell anyone the secrets in her heart.

Stone wasn't dumb, he just didn't like to talk. He originally wanted to find an opportunity to tell Nam-joo about his ability to speak, but because he overheard what Nam-joo said to Miss, he decided to keep himself silent and decided to be a mute who only listened and did not speak in front of Nam-joo.

Knowing that Nanzhu likes pomegranate flowers, he went around looking for pomegranate trees, and in order to make the pomegranate trees look better, he also learned to make bonsai from those yellow-haired and green-eyed people in the East Market. He planted the small pomegranate tree he dug up into a flower pot, and then put the small pomegranate tree under the window outside Nanzhu's boudoir while he was going to Nanfu to deliver snacks.

Stone didn't think about anything further, he just wanted to do what he wanted. He knew in his heart that it would be absolutely impossible for Mrs. Nan to marry Nanzhu to him. Nam-joo won't take a fancy to him as a young guy who learns to make dim sum in the shop. But what does it matter? All he wanted was to make Nam-joo happy.

Xing Ruyi held his chin and asked Xiaoshi, since he missed Nanzhu, why didn't he go to Nanfu, but ran to someone else's house to squat?

Little Stone smiled astringently and said that he didn't know either.

He only remembered that he was beaten by someone in the side room of Southview. By the time he woke up, the people who had beaten him had dispersed, and he subconsciously stood up, then dizzy and stumbled forward. As I walked, I came to this pomegranate tree in the yard. When he woke up, he found that it was a strange courtyard, and he wanted to leave, but he couldn't, as if he was trapped here.

Stuck in the yard?

Xing Ruyi looked around the courtyard and didn't find anything special, until she saw the white fox walking on the ridge of the roof in the moonlight.

"You know that, right?"

The fox glanced at Ruyi and said, "Door God." ”

"Door God?"

The door god has existed since ancient times, but it began to become popular after the Tang Dynasty. On the door of this house, there is also a portrait of the door god, and it seems that there is nothing special.

"Their door is upside down. This door god was guarding the door, and did not let the evil spirits from outside. But because the door is installed upside down, the door god who sticks to the door mistakenly thinks that the outside of the door is inside the door, and the inside of the door is outside the door. ”

Xing Ruyi ran to the door to take a look, although the front and back sides of the door panel were exactly the same, the subtleties were still different.

"This door panel was deliberately made by the master carpenter, so that the owner could not distinguish the front and back of the door panel at a glance. It seems that the former owner of this house was not a kind person, and forced people to use such methods against them. Tsk, the human heart, is horribly tight. ”

"No matter how terrifying it is, it's not as terrible as you thousand-year-old foxes who will change." Xing Ruyi playfully grimaced at the fox, and asked the fox to find a way to get the stone out of the house.

This was the first meeting between Xing Ruyi and the stone.

Soon after buying the house, Xing Ruyi asked the fox to help him change a feng shui bureau, and then it opened in a hurry. Occasionally, she would see stones passing by in front of the shop with a pomegranate tree, needless to say, those pomegranate trees were carefully selected by him and given to Nanzhu.

Goodbye stone, it was seven days ago, he came to the Ruyi rouge shop with a pomegranate tree that had already bloomed, and asked Xing Ruyi to make the pomegranate flowers on the pomegranate tree into lipstick and give it to Nanzhu. He said that his time was running out and that he hoped to leave a gift for Nam-joo before leaving.

This flowering pomegranate tree was raised by him during his lifetime, and it was also taught to him by the people of Fanbang. Ordinary pomegranate trees do not bloom until May, and this one he carefully raised blooms in March, and the flowers are bright and the taste is more fragrant than ordinary pomegranate flowers.

The stone has a heart, and Xing Ruyi is deeply moved, so he is naturally willing to help him for free. She picked those pomegranate flowers, made them into lipstick by ancient methods, and specially named them "pomegranate beads", and then let Nanzhu know that there was such a lipstick in the rouge shop through the mouths of others. Nanzhu loves pomegranates, so she will naturally write down this name, and when choosing lipstick, she will also subconsciously choose Ruyi rouge shop. Everything falls into place. Just in case, she made two cans, one can was left at the Ruyi Rouge Shop, waiting for Nanzhu to buy it, and the other can was sent to Nanhua by the fox for the fox to find a way.

Nanhua is Nanzhu's childhood sweetheart, and she is also her future husband who is calculated by the fox.

So, in the sky, in the ground, ghosts, and under the arrangement of a thousand-year-old fox, there was a matter of Nanzhu being trapped in the alley, throwing stones and basins to help, and Nanhua heroes saving the United States and taking the opportunity to send lipstick. The red line of Nanzhu and Nanhua has been pulled together, and the rest is a matter of course.

Although Shi was reluctant, he also understood that letting Nanzhu marry Nanhua was her best destination. As the sun sets, the orange sunset stains the sky red, and it looks like a large cluster of pomegranate flowers.

Xing Ruyi looked at the back of the stone and shouted: "Hey, if God gives you a chance, are you still willing to guard Nanzhu's side?" ”

The stone did not look back, but replied to her in the loudest voice: "I do." ”

"Then, what if you want to protect her as Nanzhu's son?"

Shi Shi was stunned for a moment, then turned around, and said to Xing Ruyi with a smile: "As long as you can stay by her side and call her a mother, it's nothing." ”

Half a year later......

Nam-joo, who hadn't dreamed for a long time, saw a small stone in a dream, and he was standing under her windowsill holding a pomegranate flower that bloomed red. Turned over, opened his eyes, pulled out the bed, and walked barefoot to the window. Through the hazy moonlight, she saw a vague shadow.

"Little stone!"

She called the name of the little stone and hurriedly pushed the window open, but the courtyard was empty and empty. In the air, there is a familiar aroma of pomegranate flowers. Looking down, under the windowsill, a pot of finely trimmed pomegranate trees stood quietly in the moonlight.

Nam-joo smiled with tears in her eyes.