Zhao Fujin looked at the person in the painting, somehow became close, and slowly approached the past.

The smile of the person in the painting became more cordial: "Child, my mother has been waiting for you for tens of thousands of years, and you are finally here!" Come on, let my mother take a closer look at you! ”

Zhao Fujin can be regarded as a human being in two lives, and he has really never enjoyed maternal love.

In her previous life, she was in poor health, and Fang Ming treated her carefully, so that people could not feel half of the love from her mother. Later, after Zhao Wuxian was born, the Fang family rarely appeared in front of her.

In this life, as soon as she came through, Queen Mingda died.

She didn't know what a mother's love was like.

It's just the affinity on the faces of the people in the painting that makes her feel that mother's love is like this.

Sweet, congenial, warm.

The mere fact that her gaze fell on her made her feel warm, happy, excited, and fluttering.

This feeling is like the slight smoke after drinking half a glass of liquor, and the light of the warm sun on a winter afternoon, which makes people from body to heart in a boiling emotion, unable to extricate themselves.

Zhao Fujin was intoxicated, with a smile on her face, and her steps briskly ran towards the person in the painting.

Time seems to have stopped, and the smile on the face of the person in the painting gradually changed from amiable to eager.

One step, two steps, three steps...... It's coming soon!

"That's not right!" When Zhao Fujin was two or three steps away from painting, there was a sudden "buzz" in her head, which made her sober up instantly and stopped in time.

"You said that you can live and die here, and live forever?" Zhao Fujin looked at the person in the painting and asked, "Does that mean that after you walk in, you will never be able to get out?" ”

"Huh?" The person in the painting was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face froze: "Then, how is that possible!" ”

"Is it impossible?" Zhao Fujin stood in place and stretched out his hands to hug me: "Mother, can you come down and hug me?" ”

"I, I'm a painting, how can I go on?" The person in the painting smiled again: "Fu'er, come here, you come here, you can hug your mother." ”

"Mother, shall I tell you a story?" Zhao Fujin did not move his footsteps, but preached on his own:

"This story was told to me by Zhao Huaijin's wife when I was in this world.

She said that outside their hometown, there was a big pond, and every year on the same day, at the same time, and in the same place, people in the village were very strange, why did everyone know that people drowned there, and why did people always go to that place at that time of the day?

Until one day, there was a little boy in the village who fell into the pool at the same time and place, but he was lucky, and soon after he fell, a passing Taoist priest passed by the pool, and the Taoist priest jumped into the water without saying a word and fished him out.

After the boy was saved, the villagers asked him why he went knowing that something would happen at that time.

The boy said that when he was napping, he heard his mother calling him, and he followed the call. It wasn't until he fell into the water that he realized he had been called to the edge of the pond. ”

"That old woman is not a good person, she is deliberately scaring you!" The person in the painting made a solemn face: "It's just that she doesn't like me, saying that I am a fox, not a person who lives a good life, and forced Zhao Huaijin not to marry me!" ”

"Otherwise, my Fu'er, you will be able to grow up smoothly in your mother's arms." The voice of the person in the painting becomes gentle and approachable again.

That familiar light shone into Zhao Fujin's heart again, making Zhao Fujin shudder, and took a few steps back: "Mother, you listen to me!" ”

"The young man said that when he fell into the water, he heard a voice, constantly urging, "Die, die, I'm going to be reincarnated!"

Zhao Fujin said quickly: "The Taoist priest who rescued him said that drowning ghosts is not a good death, and he cannot be reincarnated, so he can only stay where he is, and wait for another person to drown in the same place before he can enter reincarnation." ”

"This practice is called finding a substitute for the dead."

"Mother, are you also desperate to find a substitute for the dead now?"

After Zhao Fujin finished asking, he gently pinched the lotus pendant in his hand, and the person disappeared from the Purple Void Palace.

After she disappears, the person in the painting returns to his original appearance: his head bowed and his eyes lowered, and his face is kind.

Calm was restored to the temple.

Zhao Fujin came to another place, where there was a large pile of golden wheat, which turned out to be the ones that had been taken away from the land next to it!

She sat on the ground by the wheat, her heart pounding, and she felt that her hands and feet were weak.

She had a gut feeling, just one step, and she was pulled into the painting!

However, she sat in the Liang Cang for a long time, and decided to go back to the Purple Void Hall to have a look.

It's been almost three months since she crossed over, and she still doesn't have a clue about the space.

In addition to being able to summon a few books and a few light objects from the space every day, she has always been in a state where she can only come in to see and touch the things in this space, but she can't take them away.

She's going to ask the person in the painting to see if she can get some useful information.

She pinched the lotus pendant, and the person appeared in the main hall of the Purple Void Hall again.

When the person in the painting saw her coming, a smile immediately appeared on his face: "Fu'er, you're back, come over and let my mother take a look!" ”

"You know, I've seen through your ruse." Zhao Fujin didn't move at all, looked at the person in the painting and smiled a little: "In my previous life, I was entangled in the sickbed, and I dreamed of going outside to see." ”

"I finally crossed over here, the time is just right, I am in good health, and I finally have the opportunity to fulfill my wish in my previous life, and I am unlikely to be willing to be your substitute ghost."

"But, I'm your mother! I've been locked up here for tens of thousands of years, and if you don't come again, I'm going to collapse! The person in the painting frowned lightly, and his eyes were full of tears, which was pitiful.

"You are my mother, so you should not tempt me into the painting." Zhao Fujin was afraid of being tempted again, so he retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and pretended to be pitiful: "You know, I was born without a mother, and I never knew what it was like to have a mother's love." ”

"Please, don't let me have bad feelings about this beautiful identity of my mother, okay?"

"Fu'er~~" The person in the painting really hit the plan, and the tears in her eyes finally fell: "I, I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't have given birth to you and left you behind." ”

"It's just that at that time, I fell in love with Meng Ruyi's way, and I was tricked into this ghost painting by her, and I couldn't get out again." The person in the painting confessed: "Fu'er, the first two years I came in, I was going crazy!

I miss you so much, you are so young, so weak, even crying like a kitten.

I'm afraid that you will die young, and I'm afraid that you will be disliked by Zhao Huai, so that you will be in torment all the time. ”

"Mother~~" Zhao Fujin shouted emotionally, and asked with a killing scenery: "Then tell me about it, is the story in this space good?" ”

"For example, who is Meng Ruyi, and how did she trick you into coming here?"