"Qing'er, don't go, don't leave me"—"Brother Hongyun, have you forgotten your love? Qing'er has been waiting for you here for a long time, why don't you come to find your love! Qing'er is so lonely, it's so cold here! Take me home!"

"Father, why did you treat my mother like this, you know that he and she have wronged! This woman has never been my mother, never!" - "Don't mention to me that watery poplar woman, I tell you that no matter whether you recognize it or not, she is your mother before and after, if you dare to make a transgression, don't blame me for being ruthless and cramping and peeling your bones"

"Who is this? Isn't this my Xuanxuan's great-great-grandson? Knowing that I am lonely here, so I came here to accompany my corpse? Husband, is it! Don't you remember me? Look at my face, is it still the same! No, where is my head? Husband, where did you hide my head? Give it back to me! Give it back to me! Li'er, what are you looking for? Are you looking for my brother's heart? Isn't he jumping in your hand? My brother exchanged your favorite osmanthus cake for my heart, okay, Li'er! Official! I'm blushing! Are you here to pick me up? Can't you forget my bed and blow job? Do you regret transferring me to those perverts! I'm so wronged to die! He, they made my life worse than death! Lord! It's me! It's an old slave! Lord, don't remember? I helped you ...... at that time"—"You fools who should have died! Don't pester me again, since I can kill you once, I can kill you a thousand times, don't come here! Get out of here! Get out! Don't force me! You have to get in my way! You forced me, I'm not wrong! I, I'm not afraid of your ......."

"Give me your most precious things, and you'll be liberated, come, make this deal with me......"

Xianhua looked at the three people in a trance in front of him, his body swaying automatically like a rootless duckweed, and like an ownerless soul floating through the economy. The eyes are confused and empty, but there is also a trace of life, and the mouth keeps murmuring, like prayer, like crying, like grief and anger, and like parting:

Turning her head to look at the ghost corpse mother-in-law, she was still smiling, the wrinkles on her forehead were deeply sunk with the dust of the world, it seemed that the demeanor of these three people was just an ordinary trivial matter for him, the ghost corpse mother-in-law pushed the two bowls of green soup in front of her, nodded with a smile and motioned for Xianhua to drink it, Xianhua looked down at the two bowls of green soup in front of him and made his stomach churn constantly, although he and Xiao Hanako had lived a life of begging for a few days together, and ate the leftovers of others, but the smell and color of the bowl of green soup in front of him were really beyond his endurance, it was like a bowl of poison blistered by corpsesI had to look at Shuangling on the side pitifully for help

Shuang Ling looked at Xianhua who was full of helplessness and tears between his eyebrows, he knew that he couldn't be soft-hearted, one of the purposes of his coming here this time was to see the ghost corpse mother-in-law, to find this bowl of unique dream soup in the world: all this was just for the beloved Xianhua in his heart, his wife! Yes, in this world, he can be ruthless to anyone, but he can't restrain his tenderness for the person in front of him, he wants to have and just wants to show all his warmth to warm this one person. But by no means now, Frost Ling's reason was constantly beating his tight strings, and he involuntarily held the cool skin that was blown by the wind, and used his clear joints to comfort him.

"Lady, no matter what happens, you must believe that I love you" Xianhua looked at Shuang Ling with a sure gaze, feeling the temperature of his body softening his uneasy heart, he seemed to feel the warmth of the sun at this moment, and the cherry blossoms: although he didn't know much about the love that Shuang Ling often talked about, he knew that the thing that Shuang Ling said must be very beautiful, because being with him every day made him obsessed and fell in! But even if he is a man, he has his own shyness

"Shuang Lingjun, I'm a man, can you not always call me a lady, although Chen Yuan is a good man in the world. But you and I didn't get married, I can't hear it after calling me Xianhua" Xianhua patted the back of Shuang Ling's hand with his backhand, and gave him an eyebrow in return, Shuang Ling looked at Xianhua with red cheeks, he knew that no matter how many lives, his Xianhua would never change, and it would always be the appearance of the memory

"The lady didn't let her be called the lady, because she cared that the two of us didn't have a wedding gift! It's for the husband's carelessness, so it's good for the husband to make it up for you now" Shuang Ling's charming phoenix eyes approached Shuanghua's face, and her other hand gently held up Xianhua's jaw

"Get farther away, call me Xianhua, Xianhua knows" Xianhua shyly wanted to escape from Shuang Ling's gentle gaze, but he couldn't resist Shuang Ling's palm. Suddenly, a gentle thin lip with a soft tongue sealed his slightly dry mouth, the swaying softness gave him an illusion of suffocation, he broke free, he fled, a smell of blood filled his throat, Xianhua patted the chest of the person in front of him, watching his face gradually clear in his field of vision, watching his mouth leave his lips with a trace of transparent liquid, he only felt that his whole person was about to burn, he couldn't look at Shuang Ling's burning gaze now, and as if fleeing, he picked up the awakening soup in front of him and drank it all, and a voice came to his ears when darkness came, and infinite gentleness reassured him

"I love you, Xianhua!"

Darkness, full of darkness, like the moon falling into the Dead Sea, like the sun silently burying the corpses of the stars at the end of the world, without the slightest light......

"Give me your most precious things, and you will be able to get rid of this darkness, and you will not endure this loneliness" An old woman's voice full of infinite desolation ran through Xianhua's ears

"You, who are you," Xianhua asked in the pitch darkness

"You don't have to know who I am, you just need to know that I am me, someone who knows who you are, someone who can help you get free, that's enough"

"You know who I am, you know me, I lost my memory, can you help me get it back?" Xianhua desperately wanted to know how hard he had tried to remember who he was, but there were always spider-like memories that surfaced

"As long as you give me your most precious things, I can help you, what a good deal! Are you willing to give up such a good opportunity, such an opportunity to know who you are!" A pair of cold hands were full of calluses, and they were on Xianhua's shoulders through the darkness, and their ears were cold

"I know your past, as long as you have the most precious one"

"If you can help me find out who I am, I am willing to make this comparison with you" Xianhua mentally understands that this will not be an equal transaction, because the essence of the transaction is profit, and it is a false word for the generosity of the seeker, but he has no power to bargain

"I knew you were a wise man," the old woman's voice was filled with joy, "Your precious things will become my unique collection, and I am looking forward to you."

In the darkness, fireflies danced like light spots, slowly approaching him, the points of light converged into bright spots, and a stone door surrounded by chains appeared in front of his eyes, and the green moss rubbed the distance of time

"Push open this door, you will find your answer, if you find your answer, don't forget the agreement between us, when I ask again, what is your most important thing, you have to answer me, otherwise you can only be trapped in the stone gate for the rest of your life and turn into dust" The voice in Xianhua's ears became farther and farther away, until it disappeared and dissipated, Xianhua touched the stone door in front of him, what a real touch, behind the door is the answer he wants to find......

The bright light receded into darkness, the dawn of dawn peeked out in the gloomy clouds, and the truth and falsehood were only a flash in the pan......