There was a boom, thunder, and heavy rain poured down from the sky, and thunder thundered in the sky.

"Am I in the middle of this?"

At this time, I was on a street, and there were very few pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a few passers-by, holding oil-paper umbrellas, were speeding in the rain.

"Good rain, good rain, hahahaha......"

Suddenly, I saw that on the street, there was a distinctive figure, a white-faced scholar, standing in the heavy rain, letting the raindrops hit his body, up and down, completely soaked.

I walked over a little, he didn't seem to see me, and the moment I saw him, I was stunned, it was the ghost rakshasa , the white-faced scholar in front of me was the ghost rakshasa , I saw it that day when I was at the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banquet.

There is a heroic and extraordinary aura between his eyebrows, although he is soaked, he is also a beautiful boy.

"Crazy?" Passers-by covered their mouths and walked by with a smile.

I saw a few pedestrians standing in front of some shops, sheltering from the rain under the eaves, pointing and pointing.

"It's that mad scholar on the outskirts of the city, haha."

"It's not, I think about the dream of being an official all day long, but I have failed the imperial examination for many years, I'm afraid that it is, I will lose my heart and go crazy."

I heard a few passers-by who were sheltering from the rain under the eaves, and I walked over, and the ghost rakshasa didn't seem to see me, and everything I saw was the memory of the ghost rakshasa.

I looked around, it was a street full of flowers, and in many places, the noise could be heard clearly through the sound of the rain.

I stood beside the Ghost Rakshasa and watched him, and I really didn't understand what kind of reason he had become a ghost Rakshasa for an old pervert like him.

The rain gradually subsided, and the ghost rakshasa snapped, lay on the ground, looked at the sky, and continued to laugh uncontrollably, hitting the stagnant water on the ground with both hands and feet, like a child, playing in the water.

A light green skirt with light gauze gracefully, fluttering in the wind and rain, a purple oil-paper umbrella, painted with plum blossoms, a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, from time to time.

"Childe, it's all soaking wet......"

Suddenly, my eyes widened, the woman in front of me was Lin Miaoxue, eighteen or nineteen years old, beautiful and refined, she was standing on top of the ghost rakshasa, and then bent down, squatted down, and held an umbrella for the ghost rakshasa.

"Girl, no matter how big the umbrella is, it can't stop the wind and rain in Xiaosheng's heart... But if you wet your skirt, girl, a small life and death are not enough to apologize......"

With a giggle, Lin Miaoxue laughed, and the ghost rakshasa also laughed.

A burst of madness swept by, and the oil-paper umbrella in Lin Miaoxue's hand was blown away, she dragged her chin with both hands, and looked at the ghost rakshasa with a smile.

Did these two guys know each other?

I opened my mouth wide in surprise, my eyes widened, and I looked at Lin Miaoxue and Ghost Rakshasa with their eyes facing each other, looking at each other stupidly.

"Childe, take this money, go buy some pen, ink, paper and inkstone, little girl, I appreciate your temperament... Bend without breaking ......"

"Miss, you're smiling, let's get up quickly and go down to the eaves, otherwise, it will be easy to get contaminated with the wind and cold......" The ghost rakshasa grunted and got up from the water.

Lin Miaoxue was trembling all over, and the ghost rakshasa helped her up.

"Girl, your dress ......"

"It's okay if the skirt is wet, but no matter how good the skirt is, it can't stop the wind and frost in my heart, isn't it... Du Zesheng, Du Gongzi ......"

Lin Miaoxue said, turned around lightly, giggled, stepped on the water, and left.

The ghost rakshasa looked at the figure of Lin Miaoxue leaving, and then looked at the hand in his hand, Lin Miaoxue had just handed it to him, and there was still residual warmth, as well as a plum blossom fragrance of money.

With a snap, the Ghost Rakshasa turned around and picked up the oil-paper umbrella that had just blown the wind to the ground.

"Girl, I haven't asked you who your name is, Xiao Sheng......"

Lin Miaoxue smiled back, got into a carriage, and looked at Du Zesheng with a smile when she lowered the curtain.

For a long time, a scholar named Du Zesheng turned into a ghost rakshasa after his death, and he stood in the rain in a daze, until the rain stopped, Du Zesheng finally put away the purple oil-paper umbrella.

"Good smell, so warm, good, hahahaha......"

Du Zesheng walked wildly, stepped on the splash, laughed and walked away, and I chased after him quickly.

The sun rose above the horizon and burned the sky red, and with a bang, droplets of water slipped down and splashed into the water, causing ripples.

"My Fair Lady, Gentleman ......"

With the sound of hearty reading, a broken tile house, with four walls, except for a stiff bed, a small vermilion table, and black things on it, piece by piece, were ink.

On the table, there were pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, most of the utensils had faded, and in the corner of the room, on a simple small bookshelf, there was a thick pile of books, and the bookshelf seemed to be about to be crushed.

In front of the door of the room, there is a small pond, which is full of budding lotus flowers, and the lotus leaves are delicate.

Du Zesheng shook his head inside, holding up the book, and kept reading, but last night, Lin Miaoxue gave him a penny, but he didn't touch a penny.

I was a little surprised that such a terrible ghost as the Ghost Rakshasa was such a person in his lifetime.

After a while, Du Zesheng got up, went around to the back, grabbed a handful of rice a little, boiled for a while, ate a bowl of porridge with lotus leaves, and went out with a small cloth bag on his back.

Then I kept listening to the people around me and realized that Du Zesheng looked young, but he was already in his thirties, without a father, a mother, and a wife and daughter, so he taught some children to read in a private school nearby.

Du Zesheng lived a very peaceful life, but he was kind and charitable, although he didn't have much money in his pocket, but he did great righteousness, and for many children who came to the school, he just collected some daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil and salt.

The people in the neighborhood called him Mr. Du, but the people in the city completely regarded him as a madman.

In listening to the discussions of the people around me, I learned that officialdom is corrupt, and if you want to take the imperial examination, you must not only write a good article, but also need to give gifts to major dignitaries and nobles before the imperial examination.

In the school, there were seventy or eighty children of different ages, all listening carefully to Du Zesheng's teaching, and at this time, a purple figure rushed in, and in the last row, it was Lin Miaoxue.

Du Zesheng's voice was flustered, and then Lin Miaoxue put a finger on her lips, looking playful and cute, and leaned lightly against the wall behind her.

In the end, the day's teaching ended in Du Zesheng's constant mispronunciation.

After class, Lin Miaoxue took some small gifts and distributed them to all the children in the school, and in the end, Lin Miaoxue and Du Zesheng were left.

"Miss, you wait a minute, Xiaosheng will go to the house and return the money and things to you."

"Mr. Du, why don't you use the money and things I gave you, I asked someone to bring a few clothes, you try it, it doesn't fit."

But all this was rejected by Du Zesheng, and between his eyebrows, there was a sense of uprightness, and he refused to accept any charity from Lin Miaoxue.

Seeing this, my image of the old perverted ghost rakshasa was completely subverted.

Day after day, Lin Miaoxue would come to the school to watch Du Zesheng teach, and she was happy with the students in the school.

Although I was very interested in the ghost rakshasa, for Lin Miaoxue, I decided to follow her to have a look.

I ran all the way, followed the carriage, and after a while of shuttling through the streets and alleys, I saw a huge mansion, with a red and black gate, and the threshold was very high, and when I pulled the bell at the door, the gate creaked open.

"Miss."

On the left stood a row of people, there were twenty or thirty, and on the right were two little maids, Lin Miaoxue rushed in, and the two maids followed.

"Daddy." As soon as I entered the lobby, I saw a man in his forties with dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes, majestic and gorgeously dressed, sitting inside, drinking tea.

"Cher, what's wrong? Went to see that crazy scholar again? ”

Lin Miaoxue pouted, glanced at her father, and then muttered.

"Mr. Du, he's not a crazy person, he's a person who has a university question, it's just that his career is not smooth, I don't believe that one day Daddy, you go and take a good look."

"Oh, daughter, that's just a poor teacher, where is it worth your father and me, a trip, hehe, next month, Lord Wu will come to me, I want to set up a banquet to entertain him, and ah, I tell you, Lord Wu's son, that's a tiger father without a dog, daughter, you think about it, after all, they are already twenty-nine years old, and if they don't marry, they will become old girls."

"Daddy......" Lin Miaoxue said coquettishly.

Looking at the happy family, I happily looked around, Lin Miaoxue's house was very large, around the place, after walking around, I heard that Lin Miaoxue's family is a famous family in the city, a merchant family, very rich, and many ministers in the court, have dealings.

"Miss, Ning'er looks at you, she has taken a fancy to that Mr. Du......"

Lin Miaoxue was lowering her head, looking at a beautifully written, but steady, slightly crazy word, signed by Du Zesheng, who was in a trance, and the maid behind her muttered.

"Xiao Ning, you... What are you talking about? ”

"Hehe, Miss, your thoughts, Ning'er knows, that sir, it's different from others, that day in the rain, Ning'er saw it, and in the past few days, Miss, your eyes ......"

Suddenly, Lin Miaoxue stood up and twisted Ning'er's ears.

"Miss, Ning'er doesn't dare, don't dare......"

After a burst of laughter, Lin Miaoxue sat down and fell into deep thought, her face full of sadness.

"Like to like, but it is a flower in the mirror, and the moon in the water is ......"