Soon after, Wen Cha left Huaishu Village with the two of them and went to live in the nearest market.

She found a house by the market, and the three of them lived in it.

She set up a stall by the market to earn money, and in a blink of an eye, Lu Zhen was four years old.

After the age of four, Lu Zhen is not very sticky to Lanqing, he is well educated, following behind Wen Cha, like a cute little adult, serving tea and pouring water, and his mouth is sweet.

Wen Cha began to teach him to read and write, secretly thinking that he should be sent to school.

When he was five years old, one day and night, it rained a lot, and Lu Zhen suffered from the cold and had a big illness.

The whole one is muddy, with a high fever that does not go away, and a bunch of dream words in his mouth, like a nightmare.

Wen Cha and Lan Qing took him to Lang Zhong overnight, Lang Zhong prescribed a few doses of medicine after seeing it, and told him a few times, Lu Zhen's illness got better, but his body fell to the root of the disease, and when it was windy and rainy, the air conditioning was too heavy, he coughed non-stop, couldn't sleep at night, and his chubby little body quickly became a matchstick.

Wen Cha saw it in his eyes and hurt in his heart.

Concentrate on earning money and replenishing Lu Zhen's body.

However, even so, Lu Zhen's body was ineffective and dilapidated.

Wen Cha didn't know what was wrong, obviously when the original owner was there, Lu Zhen never had any symptoms, and the only catastrophe was only the last ......

Wen Cha couldn't think clearly, but his brows were getting tighter and tighter day by day, and his body bones were not very good.

When he went home one day, Lan Qing was gone.

He left a letter, saying that he had found his beloved and was going back to prepare a dowry.

Wen Cha: "......" didn't expect that the boy was also very good.

A few days later, a young man who delivered something came outside, and he handed Wencha a sandalwood box, saying that a son had asked him to send it.

The warm tea was opened, and there was a dragon-shaped jade pendant inside, the color was warm, exuding vitality, and a note was pressed under the jade pendant, and the handwriting was ethereal and familiar.

Wen Cha finished reading the note and put the jade on Lu Zhen's body.

Since then, Lu Zhen's illness has improved day by day, and he has changed back to white and tender dumplings, but Wen Cha has never seen Lan Qing again.

Time passed day by day, and when the year passed, Wen Cha took Lu Zhen to the nearby Changqing Temple to burn incense, donated some sesame oil money, and the two of them slowly went down.

When she walked to the door, the abbot of the temple called out to her: "Female benefactor, please wait."

Wen Cha turned around, dressed in a robe, holding the abbot of the Buddha beads was standing at the door, kind eyebrows, very kind, seeing her look back, the host said: "The poor monk Guan Benefactor's Yin Hall is cold and accumulated, and the gloom is difficult to hide, as if he is in an extremely cold place, as if he has been contaminated with something dirty, I don't know what different people the donor has seen recently?"

Wen Cha was stunned for a moment, brushed her wrist very naturally, lowered her wide sleeves, and shook her head: "Although I have been tired recently, I haven't seen any living people."

The abbot's eyes fell on his cuffs, and then he said: "The donor doesn't need to panic, the poor monk sees that the donor has a kind face and has a great opportunity with the world, so he can't help but feel cordial and want to talk to the donor."

After that, he put his hand in his sleeve, took out a string of enlightened Buddha beads and handed it to Wen Cha, "The donor is kind and benevolent, and the merit is immeasurable, although the poor monk cannot reverse his life, but this Buddha bead can protect the donor from escaping a catastrophe." ”

Wen Cha took it with both hands, only to feel that her palms were warm, and the coldness on her wrists had decreased a lot, and she said with a little piety: "Thank you for hosting."

The abbot returned a salute: "The donor and the poor monk are just a fateful word, today I help the donor, it is also an opportunity to practice, the donor does not have to be polite, pay attention after going back, don't let the filthy and evil things get close, so you can live a peaceful life."

Wen Cha hurriedly replied.

The abbot stopped, "Go ahead." ”

Wen Cha didn't move, and said, "There are a few things I want to ask the abbot."

"Donor, please."

"A few years ago, there was a river monster called the water monkey, does the host know, where did this water monkey come from?"

The abbot was a little surprised by this question, but his face was still kind, and explained: "This is a kind of evil, if the soul of a person who dies in the water is greedy, greed is resentment, and the heart of harm arises, if the innocent person is killed, it will turn into an evil that is neither human nor ghost, this evil is not a person or a ghost, and can only rely on eating raw meat and sucking human blood and eating human internal organs for a living, with an ugly face and many evils, and after death it will turn into a puddle of stinky water, and it will be wiped out in ashes, and it is called the water monkey."

"What if the soul is not harmless to the heart? Will you go to reincarnation? ”

"No, if a person dies in the water, if there is no chance, the soul will always stay in the water, and occasionally the outstanding person will leave the water, and he will soon return to the place where he died, unable to break free."

"Then how do they reincarnate?"

"It's up to them." The abbot sighed slightly: "If it is a coincidence, if you have merit, you can enter reincarnation, otherwise, you can only become a lonely ghost and a wild ghost."

"There's no other way?"

"Method?" The abbot pondered for a moment and shook his head, "There are other methods, but they are too yin and too little known in the world, so they are not advocated. ”

It should be tricky to think of.

Wen Cha didn't ask what the method was, and said something else: "Does the abbot know that there is a place called Shuiyuanju near here?"

The abbot held the hand of the Buddha beads for a moment, and the question was somewhat unexpected.

He said, "How could the benefactor ask this question?"

Wen Cha: "I dreamed of it, but I didn't know the place, and when I thought of hosting, I just said it casually."

The abbot's gaze fell on her, and when he saw that her eyebrows were innocent, as if he was really just curious, he said: "This place, the poor monk doesn't know much, and it is occasionally mentioned in the inherited aspirations, it should be the old residence of a prince thousands of years ago."

Wen Cha still didn't ask in detail, she was stunned for a moment, then bowed to the abbot again, and said, "Thank you for the host's explanation, the little girl has taken her leave."

After the abbot returned the salute, Wen Cha took Lu Zhen's hand and walked out slowly, halfway through, the abbot stopped her again: "The donor has immeasurable merit, he should be in a high position, and he is an unspeakably expensive person, even if he goes wrong halfway, he should also be rich and noble, and the poor monk does not know how the donor will devote himself here, but everything is born by fate, and it has its own reason for existence, and the donor relaxes his mind and takes care of his body."

Wen Cha didn't look back, thanked him, and pulled Lu Zhen down the temple.

After returning to the house, Wen Cha put the string of Buddhist beads next to Lu Zhen's pillow.

I had a dream that night.

She dreamed that Lan Qing was standing alone at the water's edge, dressed in a lake-green robe, decorated with wisps of white flowers, very beautiful, his long hair reached his waist, his wide sleeves were low, his face was pale and thin, and a pair of narrow eyes were quietly watching her, his eyebrows were clear, and the corners of his eyes were demonic, like a spirit in the water, revealing an indescribable treacherousness.

He stretched out his hand towards her, his fingers were long and fragile, as if they were broken at a moment's notice, and his beautiful eyes were filled with countless sorrows, like begonias scattered by the rain on a spring day, and he said, "I don't want to leave you......"

His voice was low into the dust, dripping, but not a warm camellia flower.

Wen Cha woke up, it was snowing heavily, and in the silence, she heard the sound of the snow crushing the branches, rotten and old, frost all over the place, and the stove in the house couldn't push away the cold in the room.

She put on her robe and got up, pushed open the door of the house, the heavy snow, shocking cold, reminded her of that summer night years ago, she turned around and touched the young man's cold chest, it felt so cold, colder than the coldest winter, how disgusted she was then, she didn't want to touch it a second time after touching it.

But now, in the twilight of the year, Ruixue is abundant, she stood in place and stretched out her hand and shouted, "Then don't leave." ”

She can't find her teenager again.