The little widow pursed her lips and said, "Brother Zhang, are you promoting Cheng Yifei?"

"Haha... I didn't mean that. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" I said with a smile. I thought: Could it be that the little widow really likes Cheng Yifei.

"Brother Zhang, don't make fun of me. Cheng Yifei is a disciple of a wealthy family, where can he look down on me, a little widow. However, I don't have any feelings for Cheng Yifei. The little widow said quietly.

"You... You don't like Cheng Yifei?" I asked in surprise. I thought: A man like Cheng Yifei is hard to find with a lantern.

The little widow nodded and said, "I don't like him at all." In my eyes, he's just a big brother at best. ”

I was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with Cheng Yifei?"

The little widow pouted and said, "When a tall man and a short man stand together, the short man appears even shorter." ”

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, stunned.

"The male god in my heart is too tall, and when compared, Cheng Yifei has become short. The little widow said disdainfully.

"Haha... It turns out that you already have a male god in your heart. Could it be that the male god is already married, so you two can only look across the sky?"

"No, the male god in my heart is not married yet?" the little widow glared at me, as if she was not satisfied with my question.

"Since the male god in your heart is not married, then why don't you chase it?" I asked, puzzled.

"If you can't catch up, what can you do?" said the little widow sadly.

"Does that male god not like you?" I thought to myself: Who is this male god? No, I can help the little widow do the ideological work of this male god and let him marry the little widow.

The little widow nodded silently.

"Who is this male god, do you want to keep it a secret from me?" I asked.

"Yes, confidentiality. A few more tears welled up in the little widow's eyes.

"Cuihua, this love and marriage depend on fate, fate is here, and the door panel can't stop it. So, you don't have to be too sad. I persuaded.

"Brother Zhang, I don't blame that male god at all, it's understandable that he won't marry me. Who made me get married once, who let me have an oil bottle, who made me not a college student? In short, I don't deserve him. The little widow said reasonably.

"Cuihua, you tell me who that male god is, and let me do his ideological work. I think: that male god doesn't marry you, mainly because he doesn't understand you. Once he knows what kind of person you are, he will gladly marry you. I said confidently.

The little widow looked at me and said, "Forget it, don't mention it." ”

"Why don't you mention it? You raised your head and retracted it, wouldn't you be in a hurry to kill me? If you tell me who it is, I might be able to convince him with my incorruptible tongue. I said anxiously.

The little widow stared at me intently and remained silent for a long time.

"Cuihua, why are you looking at me, do you have flowers on my face?"

"Brother Zhang, I think you're very funny. The little widow said coldly.

"Am I having fun?" I was confused.

"Yes, I've been talking for a long time, but you're pretending to be stupid. Don't you really know who the male god is in my mind?" said the little widow dissatisfied.

"I... I really don't ......" I just said half a sentence, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in my head, and I suddenly understood: the male god in the little widow's mind is me.

"I really don't know?" the little widow lowered her head and whispered, "I won't tell this person, you can guess if you can guess, and if you can't guess, forget it." Perhaps, you are pretending to be confused, so let's pretend to be the end. The little widow said, her eyes red again.

"Cuihua, I see. I sighed and said, "Cuihua, I don't think you've ever been married, I don't think you have a son, and I don't think you have a low level of education, I don't ......."

I thought to myself: Do you want to tell her about my love for Miao Siyu?

If you don't tell her, it will cause her misunderstanding, but if you tell her, I'm afraid it will scare her. I thought about it for a moment and asked, "Cuihua, do you believe that a living person would fall in love with a dead ghost?"

"Believe, there are many such things. Isn't Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai a love story of the unity of man and ghost?" said the little widow.

"Yes, when Zhu Yingtai was forced to get married, he took a detour to Liang Shanbo's tomb to pay respects. God was moved by Zhu Yingtai's mourning, and for a while, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning blew up, and the grave burst. Zhu Yingtai jumped into the tomb, and the two turned into a pair of butterflies and danced in the world, what a moving story this is. I sighed.

"Brother Zhang, why did you suddenly talk about the love between humans and ghosts?" asked the little widow puzzled.

"Cuihua, if there is a man next to you who falls in love with a dead female ghost, would you be afraid?" I asked.

"People and ghosts fall in love, although I have never seen this kind of thing, but I have read the book "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", and there are many stories of this kind of love between people and ghosts in the book. I think that people and ghosts can also build a relationship. The little widow said understandingly.

"Cuihua, let me tell you one thing: I fell in love with a female ghost and fell in love with her deeply. So, there is no room for a second woman in my heart. "I'm honest.

"Ah!" the little widow exclaimed, she stared at me with wide eyes, and after a long time, she muttered, "Brother Zhang, you can't lie to me, right?"

"Cuihua, I didn't lie to you, I really didn't lie to you, I did fall in love with a female ghost. "I told the little widow about the death of Miao Siyu.

"There's such a thing. The little widow said musefully.

"Cuihua, don't say you don't believe it, even I feel strange sometimes, as if I'm in a dream. However, it's true that I'm in love with a female ghost. I sighed and said, "Now, I am trying to make Miao Siyu resurrect and come back to life, so that we can tie the knot." ”

"Brother Zhang, can Miao Siyu really borrow a corpse to resurrect her soul?" the little widow was a little unconvinced.

"If you want to borrow a corpse to resurrect a soul, you have to walk a long way. "I told the little widow that Miao Siyu needed to reclaim the grievances of the three unjustly killed ghosts, and that I also wanted to find the thousand-year-old princess Tai Sui and the thousand-year-old soul conjuring grass.

"Mom, is it so hard to borrow a corpse to resurrect a soul?" the little widow stuck out her tongue.

"Yes, now, these things have only made a beginning, maybe three or five years, maybe ten or eight years, maybe thirty or fifty years, before this wish can be realized. But no matter how long it takes, no matter how difficult it is, I will keep going. I said firmly.

The little widow took my hand and said emotionally: "Brother Zhang, before, I misunderstood you, and I always felt that you looked down on me. Now, I finally get it. Rest assured, I will help you make this wish come true. ”

"Will you help me?" I think the little widow is too kind-hearted, she doesn't regard Miao Siyu as a "rival in love", but as a friend.

I looked at the little widow and thought to myself: How happy it would be for such a good woman to marry her.