Chapter 49

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It was a very clean face, and it was hard to imagine that the girl sitting on the swing in front of her was a female ghost.

At this moment, he probably understood why Ning Caichen was so willing to love Xiao Qian after knowing that Xiao Qian was a female ghost.

Feelings are such things that can't always be described in specific words. Xiao Qian was sitting on the swing at the moment, the more fun she became, Lin Fei got up, took out an apple from her arms, and leaned over while biting.

Looking at Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian curiously pointed to the swing and asked, "What is this?" Really fun! ”

Lin Fei was a little surprised, and then smiled: "Swing! You haven't played? ”

Xiao Qian thought for a while and said, "I seem to have seen it but I seem to have forgotten it."

Lin Fei paused, and then said: "It must be that you have been a ghost for a long time, and most of you have forgotten what happened before you died?" ”

Lin Fei pointed to the swing: "Do you want to play something more enjoyable?" ”

Xiao Qian's eyes widened and nodded.

Lin Fei swallowed the apple in one gulp, threw away the apple core, pointed to the swing board and said, "Stand up!" ”

After Xiao Qian stood up, she shook her hand vigorously, and the swing that Xiao Qian was standing on continued to rotate around the top beam.

Looking at this little girl, Lin Fei sighed inexplicably: "It's a pity that you were born in this troubled era, if it were in our era"

Maybe in his own era, Lin Fei was afraid that it would be difficult for him to have any contact with such a girl. Especially after joining the industry yourself

In the following time, Lin Fei kept recalling the past: "I thought of Qiu Wen, I thought of Situ Nanqing, I thought of Xiao Wuchang, I thought of Hu Che who got the skill of a black-hearted judge, I don't know where this guy has gone now"

The days passed. In the blink of an eye, it passed. The days were like the beard on Lin Fei's face, and after shaving, it grew again. Scrape again, scrape again, scrape again from the beginning of the day to the next week. Later, it was scraped once a month, and in the end, I didn't even bother to scrape

The bearded-looking Lin Fei is back.

It's back

At this time, Lin Fei had been living in Lanruo Temple for more than five months and nearly half a year.

That Xiaoqian would come here almost every once in a while to say a few words to Lin Fei.

This night, Lin Fei lay in the hammock and looked at the moon in the sky and thought about something with a pensive face; And Xiaoqian continued to play with the fun swing

After being silent with each other for a long time, Xiao Qian thought of a topic that she had always wanted to ask, but forgot to ask.

Xiaoqian looked at Lin Fei, who was lying on the hammock with his eyes slightly open: "Anyway, my grandma seems to know you?" ”

Lin Fei continued to look at the moon and said, "But I don't know her." ”

Xiao Qian snorted, and then said, "She said that you are fifty years old!" ”

Lin Fei touched his face, because the beard had grown back. Even Lin Fei was a little skeptical that he was fifty years old, so he asked Xiaoqian curiously: "Do you think it looks like it?" ”

Xiao Qian shook her head: "It's not like that!" It's not like I haven't seen you shave! No matter how much you cultivate, you can't still look like a person in your twenties at the age of fifty. ”

Lin Fei smiled indifferently: "Actually, it's not impossible, but I know someone, he seems to be very old, but he is still very young." ”

Xiao Qian hurriedly asked, "Who is it?" He must be amazing, right? ”

Lin Fei said calmly: "It's really powerful!" It seems that what is the surname Jiang? ”

Xiao Qian looked at Lin Fei and didn't think of that person's name for a long time, so she smiled and said, "It seems that you probably don't know that person very well, right?" Can't even remember the name."

Lin Fei shook his head: "Very familiar, but why did I forget what his name was?" ”

Xiao Qian pouted and smiled: "Then what's your name?" Can't you remember, right? ”

Lin Feiyan said: "My name is Yan Chixia!" But in fact, I also have a name called Lin Fei."

Xiao Qian smiled: "The first one is more imposing, the second one feels too weak, and it is a ruffian name when you hear it." Doesn't fit your bearded personality. ”

Lin Feiyan said: "I think so, so ah! I will be called Yan Chixia in the future! ”

Xiao Qian looked at the moon, touched the rules, and flew away.

Only Lin Fei was left. There was a puzzled thought of the question just now: "But what is the name of the person I know best, why can't I remember?" ”

Spring goes to autumn, and time has passed in a blink of an eye.

in a year's time. Except for Xiaoqian. Lin Fei didn't see any other ghosts who dared to come to Lanruo Temple, even if it was grandma.

They kept their promises with each other. Lin Fei doesn't care about the life or death of those bad people, except for the good guys

But the way of the world. If the people are not happy, where are there any good people to speak of.

Lin Fei looked up at the sky and felt a lot of emotion

Unconsciously walked out of Lanruo Temple, and met the female ghost Xiaoqing on the way, and Xiaoqing looked at Lin Fei with great fear. But Lin Fei didn't even bother to look at her, and walked to the river outside Lanruo Temple.

There was a small pavilion there, hung with white gauze, and when the wind blew, it seemed so depressed, as if his heart was becoming more and more empty, he always felt that he was missing something, but he could not recall anything.

Lin Fei realized that there was a problem with his memory, and he began to write some diaries to record what happened to him every day. But here every day is so repetitive, and there is nothing to remember.

Only Xiaoqian

Meeting and chatting with Xiaoqian for a few days has become the biggest comfort in Lin Fei's heart. But at the moment, he was very worried that he would forget this feeling, and even forget Xiaoqian's existence

He secretly came to the small pavilion, where he hid pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Stroke by stroke, the black ink wandered back and forth on the paper, and the night passed

A painting was slowly stirring in his eyes by the wind. The person in the painting seems to be alive

The painting was hung in a dilapidated scripture study in Lanruo Temple.

Lin Fei gently closed the door, hoping that after he lost his memory, what else could he remember when he saw this painting?

At night, Lin Fei fell asleep with silence.

Xiao Qian didn't bother her, but involuntarily walked to the scripture study. She seemed to sense something hidden there

Walking in, the originally empty bookcase was full of books and books, and it was all a person's words. If you look closely, you can see that the daily life of the bearded man is recorded

And the most obvious thing in the study room is the painting hanging on the east wall, when she saw that painting, Xiao Qian's body was violently stunned. Looking down the direction of the pen and ink, there is a poem inscribed there

"Shiliting Lake is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese year; Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal"

What was written in the pen was not the name of the bearded Yan Chixia, but a person Xiaoqian had never heard of:

Lin XIII

Xiao Qian stood there with her eyebrows slightly lowered, looking at the painting with complicated eyes: "Lin Thirteen" (to be continued. )