Chenguang stood at the foot of the high stone steps, his hands on the pergola, looking at the road to the top of the mountain like a huge monster in the night.

"It's so high!" She sighed.

Only then did Shen Run remember that she walked like a turtle, and it was estimated that she would have to climb until noon tomorrow when she climbed to the top of the mountain on both feet.

"I'll carry you." He said that he had come all the time, and he couldn't go back just because she was walking slowly, and besides, he came to celebrate her birthday.

Chenguang's face was full of reluctance, and he shook his head:

"Don't do it, how ugly it is to carry!"

She seriously refused, but Shen Run thought of something else from her refusal, and smiled.

Chenguang didn't react, and looked at him suspiciously.

Shen Run was a little uncomfortable, hesitated for a while, but still hooked her waist with one hand, bent down, hugged her horizontally, and then slowly walked up the mountain along the stone steps built by Qingquan Temple.

Chenguang was a little surprised, but she was used to being held like this often, and she was still smiling.

The moment Shen Run picked her up, his heart sank slightly, her weight was too light, as light as a handful of bones.

"You have to eat well." He said suddenly.

Morning Light curled up in his arms and looked at him with a smile.

Shen Run saw that she didn't respond, and looked down at her, under the moonlight, in the dark night, her big round eyes were shining, like two crystal crystals, brilliant and beautiful, as if to suck people's souls into them.

Shen Run's heart trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help but stop.

"What's wrong?" Chenguang asked with a smile, his tone puzzled.

Shen Run suddenly came back to his senses, only to feel that his mind was confused, he was determined, and his smile was a little stiff.

"Nothing." He said, taking a step forward and moving on.

Most of the mountain is the territory of Qingquan Temple, but Shen Run did not enter Qingquan Temple with the morning light, but followed the path to the back of Qingquan Temple, and then continued up along an unknown mountain road, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

Chenguang finally knew what the "good scene" in Shen Run's mouth was, from here you can overlook the Pearl Lake, every Midyear Festival, in order to lead the way for the undead who poured out of the ghost gate, people will put many river lanterns in the Pearl Lake. Although it is now past the time to put on the lights, the river lanterns that have been put into the Pearl Lake have not yet been extinguished, and they are crowded in the lake, slowly drifting downstream with the current. Because of the sheer number of them, these lanterns remain in the lake for a long time.

The river lanterns of the Midyear Festival are different from the usual lanterns, the soul lamps are all white, white lights, red fire, slowly drifting on the sparkling lake reflected by the firelight, and the twinkling stars on the dark sky, the scenery, gloomy, weird, but unexpectedly gorgeous, charming.

Shen Run spread the cloak he carried on the grass, and the two of them sat on the top of the mountain, blowing the breeze in the mountains, overlooking the plain and solemn river lanterns in the Pearl Lake like a blooming white lotus.

"It would be nice if I came two days earlier, and on the seventh day of the new year, the lake is full of lanterns, which are colorful and look better than all white." Shen Run said with a smile.

Chenguang looked at the silent flowing lake and the quietly drifting soul lamp, and said with a smile:

"But I think white looks better."

Shen Run was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Really? ”

"Like the Three Ways River." Chenguang said, "Those shining fires are the souls who can't afford to pay the ferry fare and have to swim past by themselves." ”

Shen Run was speechless, staring at the river lantern floating quietly on the lake, and after a while, he said:

"Do you have to talk about the underworld today?"

Chenguang laughed, leaned over and asked, "Xiaorun, are you afraid of ghosts?" ”

"It's not that I'm afraid, but I don't think we're here to see the scenery, we're here to see the Lechuan River."

Chenguang pursed his lips and smiled even more happily: "The Lechuan River is also a landscape, I think the Lechuan River must be very beautiful, it is the place where the first life ends, and when I go to the Lechuan River in the future, I will sit on the Sansheng Stone and watch the Meng Po on the side of the bridge sell Meng Po soup." ”

"I thought you were going to set up another stall to sell Meng Po soup with Meng Po."

"How tired is that, why do I have to work when I'm all the hell?"

Shen Run couldn't cry and laughed, and frowned: "It's a good day, it's unlucky to say that these are messy!" ”

"What's so unlucky about this, you'll die in the end anyway, plan ahead and save time to be in a hurry."

Shen Run was dumbfounded, becoming more and more speechless, and said with a stiff face: "I'm really angry when you talk nonsense again, I'm only seventeen years old, and I'm in the prime of life. ”

Chenguang smiled lazily, raised his head to look at the sky, and hummed a little song that Shen Run had never heard in his mouth, with a trace of solemnity and silence in the weird tune, which was unexpectedly beautiful.

"What are you singing?"

"Requiem, soothing the dead."

Shen Run gritted his teeth with a dark face: "Do you have to open your mouth to the 'underworld' and close your mouth to 'undead' in your good days?" ”

Chenguang giggled: "I don't care, who made me born on Dead People's Day." She leaned over with a grin, "Xiao Run, you're actually afraid of ghosts, right?" ”

"I'm not afraid!" Shen Run slapped her in the face and pushed her away.

Chenguang smiled even more.

This person completely ignored the bad luck in his mouth, and firmly believed that he was afraid of ghosts, and Shen Run was helpless and didn't bother to refute it.

The morning light quieted down.

The wind picked up, and the speed of the lake flowing below increased, and the soul-attracting lamps crowded on the lake surged forward, as if the gate of the ghost world was about to close, and the ghosts floating outside hurriedly squeezed forward.

The more Shen Run looked at those river lanterns, the more he felt like the undead in the mouth of the morning light, and the more he looked at the Pearl Lake under the moon, the more he felt like the Lechuan River, he felt that he was stunned, he couldn't cry or laugh, he looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked:

"If people have an afterlife, what do you want to do in the next life?"

Chenguang was stunned: "Afterlife? ”

"Well, will you still be a princess in the next life?"

"Even if there is an afterlife, I am not the current me, what do I do in the next life have to do with the current me?"

Shen Run was slightly stunned.

"You love to plan in advance, I thought you had thought about everything in the next life." He smiled at what she had said before.

"Only people who are unwilling to be unable to resolve this life will look forward to the next life, I will not drag the unwillingness to this life, I will solve it all before I die in this life, if there is really a reincarnation, I just want to sit on the Sansheng Stone and watch Meng Po sell soup."

Her words were unexpected, but there was some truth, but this was not a statement that was in line with her gentle temperament, such a contrast made Shen Run stunned, he was stunned for a while, smiled hehe, and said:

"That's interesting."

Chenguang smiled softly, and lay down on the grass with his head up, looking at the starry sky. Because she was not very comfortable lying down, she twisted a few times, and finally used Shen Run's leg as a pillow and pillowed it on his lap, she was not used to not having a pillow.

Shen Run was stunned, but didn't push her away.

Chenguang quickly fell asleep, she was already unwell, and it was already reluctant to walk so far.

Shen Run wrapped her tightly with a cloak, pinched her delicate face casually, looked up, and looked at the river lamps in the lake below the mountain that had not yet settled, the firelight flickered, beautiful and solemn.