"The soul is home." Fu Qinghan slowly clenched his handkerchief, "He died on the battlefield decades ago, but because of his obsession, his soul has never dissipated, and he still thinks he is still alive, so he ignorantly rode the wind back to his hometown and tried to find his longing wife...... The background of this show should be a poignant story of the war years. ”

After he finished analyzing, Jiang Mianmian and the others immediately admired it.

They finally met the old woman in the embroidery workshop, the old man held a yellowed handkerchief and tears rained down, the autumn sun sprinkled through the window lattice, the antique embroidery workshop was like a splash of ink painting, the dusty story was brought up again, but it was already unrecognizable.

After the successful recording of the show, Jiang Mianmian, Xue Zhao and others participated in the celebration banquet.

During the banquet, she mentioned the matter of starring in "Amorous", and Xue Zhao was naturally full of response.

After three rounds of drinking, Xue Zhao drunkenly hugged Jiang Mianmian and went to the bathroom.

She propped herself up in front of the mirror with difficulty, "I see, you and Fu Qinghan seem to be a lot closer...... Are you two together? ”

"No, I don't." Jiang Mianmian wiped her face with a tissue, and Xing'er's eyes were full of seriousness, "Zhaozhao, I have a lot to ask you, what are those rumors on the Internet?" Are you living alone now, or are you ......"

Xue Zhao squinted over, saw her little appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, laughed and reached out to pinch her face, "Don't worry, I'm very good!" ”

Saying this, he willfully kicked off his high heels and sang and danced drunk.

Jiang Mianmian looked at her quietly, although Xue Xiaozhao was laughing like this, she didn't look happy at all.

Xue Zhao's handbag suddenly rang with a mobile phone ringtone, Jiang Mianmian subconsciously picked it up, and a gloomy and indifferent male voice came out: "Xue Zhao, I asked you to come over to accompany me tonight, what time is it?!" ”

Jiang Mianmian was stunned.

She hesitantly glanced at the girl who was still bouncing around, and walked outside the bathroom with her mobile phone, "Are you...... Shen Wu? ”

There was silence on the other side.

Jiang Mianmian knew the grievances between Shen Wu and Xue Zhao, and said softly: "Zhao Zhao's current state is very bad, you have hurt her before, do you want to continue to hurt her now?" Shen Wu, Zhao Zhao is just an eighteen-year-old girl. Why should the grievances of her fathers be involved in her? ”

The other side was silent for a long time, and suddenly said coldly: "What are you?" ”

"I-" Before Jiang Mianmian could reply, Shen Wu turned off the phone domineeringly.

Jiang Mianmian was aggrieved, said hello to Xue Zhao's agent, and took her back to the small courtyard where she lived temporarily.

After settling Xue Zhao in the room, she went downstairs to look for Fu Qinghan, only to find that the man had disappeared completely with his luggage and car.

Jiang Mianmian was angry, and couldn't help but send a message to Fu Qinghan to call, but the other party turned off the phone directly, and he didn't know where he went in the middle of the night.

She was depressed, and after saying goodbye to Xue Zhao the next morning, she didn't even care about school sketching, packed her luggage and went straight to the imperial scenery.

The villa was quiet, and Mama Zhang was not there.

She cautiously went upstairs, Mr. Fu's door was open, and a strong smell of wine came from inside, which was very smoky.

Mr. Fu sat in the corner of the room, with many empty wine bottles thrown by his side, and there were deep and shallow wine stains on his clothes.

His eyes were lowered, his silhouette was handsome and depressed, his Danfeng eyes were wet, and his thin lips were very pale.

And he was still holding a celadon altar tightly in his arms.

"Mr. Fu?" Jiang Mianmian walked over cautiously, "Are you drunk?" ”

She was answered by long, low breathing.

Jiang Mianmian thought he was asleep, and reached out to straighten his messy clothes, but he saw that the celadon altar was full of ashes.

She frowned, "This is ......"

"Her ashes." Fu Qinghan suddenly chuckled, "It is said that the soul returns to her hometown, but her soul doesn't know where it went...... During the three days I was with her, she said she liked me, but why didn't she come back to see me? ”

Jiang Mianmian looked at his decadent appearance, and felt a pain in his heart.

She didn't expect him to hide her ashes by her side, nor did she think that he, who was so calm and self-controlled, would be so decadent for her......

She thought Fu Qinghan was drunk, so she carefully wrapped her neck around him and whispered softly in his ear: "I'm back, Mr. Fu, I'm already back......"

When the man opened his eyes, the little girl next to him was delicate and obedient, and her little face was as beautiful and white as a peach blossom, which was a very familiar appearance to him.

"Mianmian......" He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touched the girl's cheek, and his phoenix eyes were full of moist infatuation, "Jiang Mianmian......"

Jiang Mianmian's nose was sour, "Mr. Fu, I've always been by your side." I'm not a robot, I'm Jiang Mianmian, and I like you Jiang Mianmian! After I died, I don't know why my soul was attached to this body, and I was afraid that if I told the truth, I would be burned as a monster, so I didn't tell anyone......

She whimpered and cried, and threw herself into the man's arms like a coquette, "Mr. Fu! ”

Warm and fragrant.

Fu Qinghan slowly raised his eyelashes, his eyes were moist, and there was still any drunkenness.

The big palm with distinct bones paused in mid-air, he didn't seem to dare to believe this fact, and he didn't dare to touch Jiang Mianmian at will, as if he was afraid that this was a dream that would wake up easily.

It wasn't until the girl's tears wet his clothes, until the nails pinched the flesh and blood in his palms, that he slowly stroked Jiang Mianmian's thin back.

He held her tightly in his arms, as if to rub her deep into his own blood.

I don't know how long it was, but he picked up the girl's little face with blurred tears and kissed her gently on the lips.

The curtains were closed, and in the dimly lit room, clothes were thrown out, black and white blended wantonly, and light and shadow quietly coincided.

The long wind is clear, the autumn cicadas are silent, the twilight pours down from the depths of the clouds, and the autumn persimmon trees are full of fruit, and everything is just the right amount of warmth.

When the crescent moon crept into the clouds, it was already late at night.

Fu Qinghan stood on the edge of the bed, putting on his shirt unhurriedly.

His muscles were tense, his thin lips were always crooked and he smiled, and the bloodshot in Danfeng's eyes disappeared, leaving only the joy of intense ink and the joy of being lost.

The quilt arched up, Jiang Mianmian hid inside, and her little face turned red.

She bit her lip tangledly, she was so stuffy that she couldn't bear it, so she quietly poked out half of her face, saw the man's thin waist, remembered his wave just now, she was ashamed of something, and hurriedly got into the quilt again.

Fu Qinghan looked at her, his voice was full of cautious concern, "I'll go downstairs to get milk, do you want to eat something?" ”

Jiang Mianmian hugged herself into a ball and said shyly: "Cherry cake ......"

"Okay."

Fu Qinghan took two steps towards the door, and suddenly looked back, the little girl was poking her little head out of the quilt, looking at his back nervously.

Xu felt embarrassed after being discovered, and she hurriedly turned around and burrowed into the depths of the bed.