The bell still rings in my head, and it gets louder and louder, and it makes me miserable.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, and under the dim water, I could faintly see a red shadow floating towards me.

If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't open my mouth in the water at this time, I was afraid that my heart-rending screams could be heard within a radius of ten miles.

This is really weird, what is that, isn't it a water ghost asking for his life?

I tried to run, but after two thrusts I stopped, and I didn't have the strength to paddle anymore, and I had nowhere to run. My limbs were so stiff that they didn't look like my own.

It seems that I can't escape my bad luck today, whether I am hacked to death by a knife, drowned in water, or strangled to death by a water ghost, horizontal and vertical are all death, in short, I can't escape.

When I was relieved of the life-and-death decision, and I didn't know where I got the courage, I just stared at the red shadow with my eyes open and approached me, of course, it was possible that I was so frightened that I couldn't even close my eyes.

Just when I was about to wait to be choked by the water ghost, I responded to the sentence of desperate survival, this "female ghost" did not come to ask for my life, but rekindled my fighting spirit to survive.

I recognized her, she was Qiangdi!!

I have only a few sides with Qiang Di, we are not friends, and we are by no means enemies, she once saved me once, I think I have to owe her a favor again.

The flute was as nimble as a fish in the water, and in a short time it was already swimming close to me, and I almost cried with joy.

The corners of her mouth went up, she smiled at me, and then took my hand and swam to the surface.

I held her hand tightly, not daring to let go, even though I was exhausted and unconscious, I still grasped this last chance to live.

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I seem to have slept for a long, long time, and this sleep is very exhausting and makes me mentally sluggish. I could feel myself dreaming, but I didn't know what I was dreaming.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly, only the wind. I was terrified, more terrified than being underwater.

This dream that I can't wake up from is like an iron cage that holds a lark, and I am the finch trapped in the cage. I looked at everything outside the cage, and I swung my wings desperately to get out, but I could do my best, and even if I broke my wings, the sturdy iron cage still didn't move.

I gradually relaxed, no longer in a hurry to find a breakthrough, I tried to get out of the dream, and when my head no longer hurt so much, I was able to open my eyes again.

Rolling my eyes and looking left and right, there was no one in the strange room, and I was lying on a cold bed at the moment.

What kind of place is this!?

I remember that it was Qiang Di who saved me, and the owner of this room should be Qiang Di, I don't know where she went.

I stretched out my hand and touched my clothes, which were all dry, not like they had fallen into the water, and I was shocked, so I quickly sat up and checked whether my clothes were neatly dressed.

I tried to call the flute a few times, but when there was no response, I turned over and jumped out of bed, running barefoot towards the door, shouting as I ran. Helplessly, the door was bolted from the outside, and it couldn't be opened at all, so I pushed the window again, but to no avail, I had to give up temporarily.

It's like a study, unpretentious in décor, but very elegant. As far as the eye can see, the table and shelves are full of books, the inkstone paper is neatly placed on the bookcase, and the pen holder is full of pens, which seem to have just been washed and have not yet dried. The incense burner is full of smoke, lingering in the house, and the fragrance is extremely fresh and elegant.

I swam around and found that there was nothing but books, not even saliva to drink. The books here are all ancient books, I opened a volume casually, but I didn't know a word, this word is not a Chinese character, nor is it a Beiqiu script, anyway, it is a word I don't know, twisted and twisted, and I can see a big head. Open another volume, and it's still the same.

I threw away the book, ran back to the door, pulled my neck and shouted, "Is there anyone?" Someone came to greet me, I woke up!! ”

Still no one pays attention to me.

I turned around, paced listlessly to the bookcase, and boredly fiddled with the wolf pen on the pen stand, and then removed the pen without three or two strokes.

The pen fell under the desk, I bent down to look for it, and as soon as I hit the edge of the desk, it hurt my head, and I reached out to touch the sore spot, but I didn't want to raise my hand and wave over the pen wash dish full of water, and all the water in the dish spilled into the large white porcelain jar with the painting scroll on the side of the bookcase. In order to prevent the painting from getting wet, I quickly pulled out all the paintings inside, and in a hurry, I pushed down the painting jar again-

I stared at the painting jar that I had smashed to pieces for a long time, and my head quickly calculated how much money I had to pay to settle the matter. I was silent for a long time, holding my forehead and lamenting my clumsiness, I could almost cry stupidly.

I leaned down again, picked up the paintings on the ground one by one, and when I looked back, I happened to see a picture book at the foot of the table, the cover was two partridge birds standing among the gardenias, the paintings were extremely expressive, lifelike, and my eyes were immediately drawn to it.

I sat on my knees, slowly picked up the album, and opened the first page by magic.

On the yellowed old paper, a girl with a horned bun, wearing a goose yellow skirt, rolled up her sleeves and picking lotus pods in the lotus pond is depicted. Behind her were two frowning and solemn lookings, as if they were worried that she would fall, and opened their hands to make support movements.

Another page, it's still the same girl, but there is an extra Buddha statue on the face, and below the Buddha statue, the little monk who is seriously knocking on the wooden fish and chanting the scriptures. Look closely, the little monk is not very serious, he just pretends to be serious. He had one eye open and one eye closed, and the one that was open squinted to the left of the hall at the girl who was napping against the pillar, with a vague smile on her lips.

I was so excited that I flipped the pages one by one. For four or five pages in a row, there are all kinds of interesting stories between the girl and the little monk. There is one of the most interesting, the painting is the scene of two people sitting at the same table and eating face to face, the girl's chopsticks stretched out to the little monk's bowl, I don't know if it is adding food to the little monk, or moving vegetables outside, I saw the girl smiling, a look of pride, and the little monk is pouting, staring at the girl angrily, with a helpless face.

The picture is witty and cute, and it is very amusing.

On another page, the style of painting changes abruptly, turning joy into sadness.

Under the red bean tree, the girl hid her face and cried, and the little monk opposite her could not hide the sadness on her face, and stared at the girl in amazement, the two should have quarreled.

With curiosity on the move, I turned the next page.

This time the scene is in the Buddha hall.

In front of the Buddha statue are all novices meditating cross-legged, holding prayer beads, closing their eyes and chanting, the little monk sits in the middle of these novices, and the girl pestle is outside the crowd, holding a wooden fish in her hand, with tears in her eyes, looking very sad.

On the next page, there is the wedding scene.

Looking at the pomp, it is not an ordinary folk marriage, on the two flags hung high, one is inscribed with Qi and the other is inscribed with Liang, which turned out to be an alliance between the two countries.

It turns out that sadness is not because of quarrels, but for separation.

The procession of the wedding was surrounded by a lavish wedding chariot, driving down the wide, smooth streets, and behind the car were neatly lined up with palace ladies and chamberlains holding various gold objects, followed by sabber guards. The streets were full of people, bringing the young and helping the elderly, waiting for the people who came to watch the ceremony. This picture is so hilarious.

The curtain of the car was rolled up, and the girl could be seen dressed in red, sitting upright in the car. She held up a finch fan, covering her face, so that people could not see what expression was on her face.

In this painting, I look like I'm telling the story of Monk Yuanmu and Princess Minghua.

On the next page, in the new house covered with red silk, only a girl was seen.

She sat alone on the wedding bed, covering her face with a fan as usual, but she could see her teary eyes and frowning thin eyebrows. She sat straight, stiff, and seemed uneasy.

Another page, the girl had put down the fan, revealing a face coated with thick powder. She sat down at the window, pushed back the curtain, and leaned on the edge of the window to watch the night.

I couldn't wait to turn to the next frame, this page, the girl turned back, stared shyly at the curtain, and looked at a young man in red.

Although on the drawing paper, the people in the painting do not talk about realism and reality, and it is difficult to subdivide the beauty and ugliness, but I can also judge that this is a handsome young man.

Outside the window, on the canopy, there are stars and shooting stars.

Since then, the story in the album has begun to be written about the girl and her new husband. The following frames, pages and pages, were all drawn on their daily chores, and there was no little monk again. ……

In the painting, the husband will paint his wife's eyebrows, choose jewelry for her, buy her candy man, teach her to ride a horse, and take her to play polo. In the gardenia garden on a moonlit night, he affectionately gave a large handful of gardenias, and in the crowded street market, he bought a chubby big Ah Fu to make her happy.

They went to see the fireworks, and under the colorful fireworks, he looked down at her with a fox head mask, and she looked up at him, her eyebrows crooked.

He carried her on his back through the long street full of lanterns, and she carried a lantern in her hand.

In the cherry blossom forest, he folded a pink and white cherry blossom hairpin into her bun, and she had a sweet smile on her face.

A fire was set up by the green grass river, and I don't know whether it was a sparrow or a chicken roasting on the fire, she snuggled up to him obediently, and he gently wiped her face.

It can be seen that the boy is a good husband.

After reading these scenes, I felt strange in my heart, and I felt a kind of indescribable depression, but I didn't know why I was depressed, and it stands to reason that I shouldn't be depressed when I watched such a sweet story.

What happened in this painting made my scalp tingle, because these things have also happened to Changji and I together, although not everything can coincide exactly, but the similarity is so high that people have to feel surprised.

Another page, the style of painting has changed again. For some reason, the two were hunted down by assassins. The two were chased into a reed swing, and during the fight, she was injured and accidentally fell into the lake, and he jumped into the water with her, and the turbulent water swept the two into the depths of the water. This scene is terrifying. In the end, he still picked up her who was dying, picked her up, and hurried to the hospital.

At this moment, I reacted suddenly, and I finally saw the face of the young man in the painting. This is clearly the person that comes to mind in my mind, the owner of those beautiful eyes.

I quickly flipped through the drawing paper, the paper became thinner and thinner, and my mood rose and fell with the events in the painting.

The paintings here are all things I saw when I was in the water.

Open it again, and a bloody battle jumps onto the page. As far as the eye can see, there are guards wearing armor and dancing with knives, one in silver armor and the other in Xuan armor, they are divided into two groups, all with hideous faces and tense swords. Behind the soldiers on both sides, there was a commander on horseback. Of the two people sitting on horseback together, I recognized only one, and that was the young man. The boy held a bow with an arrow on it.

My heart lifted to my throat, and a chill rose from the bottom of my heart, gradually spreading throughout my body, and finally surging up my fingertips.

I endured the piercing chill and rolled back awkwardly.

Next page - the fire engulfs a touch of "greenery". And this green, on her chest, sure enough, also had an arrow stuck in it.

My trembling hands turned the paper with difficulty, and the next page was empty, and when I turned it again, it was still blank, and my hands shook uncontrollably, and I was very scared, and I didn't know why. I opened the next dozen pages one after another, and without exception, all of them were empty, and there was nothing.

What is said in this paper that is missing more than a dozen pages? Who is the woman in green? Is it the young man's wife, or is it someone else, if it is really her, why did the young man kill his wife, they are obviously very affectionate.

I sat down on the floor, stunned for a long time. His face was cold, and when he stretched out his hand, he touched a piece of wetness on his cheek.

I'm crying? Why? Why am I so sad?

With a squeak, the door was pushed open, and it was the Qiang flute.

She walked towards me with angry eyes, snatched the album from my hand, and asked coldly, "Have you finished reading it?"