What is there to pursue in this life?

Power? Wealth? Or is it love?

Everyone's pursuit is different, some people leave their relatives and rebel to gain power, some people go to great lengths to possess wealth, and some people give everything to love.

However, people always have to pursue something, so that life can be meaningful.

He, however, does not have anything worth pursuing. Regardless of power, wealth, or love, he really has those happy people, but in fact, he is not, just this month, he is completely numb. Life has become boring and boring, a pot of dead ashes repeats the three points and lines of home, company, and hospital every day, and he has lost the goal he pursued, and there is nothing left.

He always comforted himself like this, and the only happy thing in his life was to go to the hospital to see Luo Ling. Luo Ling has had heart disease since he was a child, and now he has undergone heart exchange surgery and is recovering well. Thinking of this, he hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, his mind was full of Luo Ling's smile, and suddenly the image of a woman flashed inside, just a flash, and he didn't let the picture stay in his mind.

He entered the elevator of the hospital and pressed the floor where Luo Ling was. It's strange today, the elevator that was full in the past, there is no one today, and what is even more strange is that after the elevator door opens, the entire floor is empty, the bustling temporary hospital bed in the corridor is gone, and even the ward is not alone, and he is the only one in the entire floor, and the whole floor echoes with his footsteps.

What's going on? Disaster drills? But it can't be, there were quite a lot of people when I was on the first floor.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps other than him in the corridor, very clear, as if slowly approaching from a long distance, he was happy that there was finally someone, he had just determined the direction of the footsteps and sounded behind him, he felt the cold behind him, turned around and saw a pair of empty eyes staring at him tightly at a distance of one centimeter from him, he even rolled and crawled away from him, a bloody woman slowly walked towards him, not so much walking, but floating, because her feet were on the ground, but his ears could hear clear footsteps.

She finally came to the door, finally came, and she looked the same as the day she died, the only difference was her hideous face and bleeding belly.

He closed his eyes resignedly, with a trace of relief and expectation in his heart, without the expected pain and fear, and when he opened his eyes again, there was already a noisy crowd around him, and the elevator was about to stop.

Is it a hallucination?

No, not an illusion......

Above the elevator, the woman was smiling at him, making a strange noise, he looked at the people around him, they didn't know her existence, he adjusted his breathing and stopped looking at the woman, maybe she was just his fantasy......

"Luo Ling, how are you feeling?" In the short distance from the elevator to the ward, he clearly found that this woman had no ability, it seemed that she could not even touch him except to create some illusions, he chose to ignore her, as long as she was invisible.

"Well, I think it's good." Luo Ling's sweet smile was always a good medicine to heal him, and his mood was much better.

"Hehehe......" The woman passed through his body, his whole body was shivering as if he was immersed in ice, and cold sweat broke out on his palms, this feeling was too clear, this was definitely not an illusion.

He endured the discomfort, and his eyes stopped looking at the woman, "It's good that it's better, the doctor said that you can be discharged in a few days." ”

"Hmmm! I can finally think like a normal person. Luo Ling happily took his hand and looked gentle.

The light bulbs in the room flickered and flickered, and the short period of darkness frightened him, and he squeezed Luo Ling's hand.

In the alternation of light and darkness, the woman sat on Luo Ling's shoulder, and before he understood what she wanted to do, the woman leaned down and put her hand into Luo Ling's chest, he didn't think much about it, he thought she couldn't touch anything.

"Hmm!" Luo Ling covered his chest and groaned in pain, his face was pale, and a layer of cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

"Let her go!" He realized that something was wrong and hurriedly rushed over and grabbed the woman's hand, and at that moment he touched the woman's hand, which was as cold as falling into an ice cellar, without a trace of temperature, unlike in his memory.

He pulled out her hand and looked at her in fear, the woman quickly stretched out her hand and grabbed his face, his sight was deprived again, he wanted to stop but his body couldn't move, his hands and feet were as heavy as lead, the woman's hand in his memory was not so big and not so powerful, the woman's expression didn't do anything to him, glanced at him leisurely, and then floated into the air and disappeared.

"Anxia?" Luo Ling's complexion had returned to ruddy, and he was looking at him blankly at this time, and he reached out to touch his cheeks, which were hot and moist.

Tears flowed down the stream, as if he couldn't stop it, sadness and regret came up together to crush him, and the whole ward echoed with his hidden cries and Luo Ling's comforting voices.

No, it's not like that, that's not what he wants......

……

Mu Anxia walked back and forth in the ancient town with a piece of paper given to him by a patient in the hospital, on which was drawn a simple map, circled in the middle of a few stick figures, with the words Linglong Pavilion written on it, and the patient looked at his face and said that he might need to go to this place.

"You can ...... this place you want" The man's words lingered in his ears and were extremely tempting, what did he want? He had everything, what else did he want? Now he wants that woman to disappear!

The shop looks ordinary, he is a little sad, he shouldn't be stupid to come to this tea house with this map because of someone else's words, if this shop can really give everyone what they want, then why is that person still in the hospital?

"You...... Good? A small head poked out from behind the carved wooden door, a delicate-looking woman, with a hint of doubt on her white face, and he noticed that he had been standing in the doorway for too long.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" The woman asked tentatively, and there was a flag hanging at the door with the word "tea" written on it, which turned out to be a tea house.

"Hmm." He also felt a little thirsty, and since they were all here, let's have a cup of tea.

"Please come in!" The woman pushed open the door, and he found that she was wearing this plain white cheongsam, and the skirt was embroidered with blooming bellflowers.

"The boss went out to find someone to pull the wire, and he will come back later, you are the first guest I entertained, I have been working for a week, and not a single guest has ......", perhaps realizing that she was not right, the woman laughed dryly.

"I'm not very good at making tea yet, huh...... Or shall we wait? The woman poured him a glass of water, followed by an awkward silence.

"Oh! The woman on the side of the pillar doesn't seem to have seen it, is it a tourist? Obviously there are no tourists coming! The woman tilted her head to look outside, puzzled.

He looked at the glass of water and felt stupid, stood up and turned to leave, looking at the door, he was stunned for a moment, and the woman standing behind the red lacquered pillar was clearly dead.

"Huh! Wait a little longer......" The woman stood up and tried to keep him, he turned to look at the woman and asked, "Can you see it?" The woman behind the pillar! ”

"Hmm. Who can't see such a big person! And it's so white! ”

"Can you see?" He grabbed the woman's shoulder in disbelief.

"Wearing a camel-colored trench coat!" The woman moved her shoulders in some pain, but the man's hand was too strong.

He felt a pain in his wrist, and when he turned his head, he saw a man in a black robe smiling and pulling his wrist, even if he was a man, he had to sigh at his handsome appearance, and the wrist was getting more and more painful, and he realized that he was a little out of line, and let go of the woman's shoulder.

"Welcome to Linglong Pavilion! I am Gao Xiuyang, the pavilion master of Linglong Pavilion. ”