Xie Yinxue asked him, "Did they also come to see you?" ”

"Nope." The little ghost buried his head deeper into his knees, "My mother has a new brother in her belly, and they came to see the doctor and use a big machine to see my brother. I saw it too...... He's so small, not as big as your head. ”

Xie Yinxue said: "...... My head is not big. ”

The little ghost sniffed: "I also saw them smiling happily, in fact, I was so happy, but I feel like they are going to forget me, what should I do......"

Xie Yinxue felt that he probably inherited some of Shen Huaishen's personalities, such as not being able to comfort people, so he held back for a long time and said: "There is no banquet in the world." ”

The little ghost raised his head and said with teary eyes: "What are you talking about, I don't understand." ”

Xie Yinxue stopped talking.

He was afraid that after he explained the meaning of this sentence to the little ghost, the little ghost would cry even more.

But he doesn't talk to the imp, the imp talks to him.

The imp chattered: "Forget it, I'm dead, they should forget about me, so at least they won't be sad anymore." Ah Xue, I envy you so much, you are still alive, your father will definitely not forget you......"

Xie Yinxue opened her lips to interrupt him: "I don't have a father anymore." ”

"Huh?" The little ghost was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "Is your father dead too?" ”

"Not dead." Xie Yinxue also hugged her knees, "But it's just gone." ”

As he spoke, he smiled, and his smile was quite similar to Shen Huaishen's back then—more like crying than laughing.

Then he said: "When he sees me in the future, maybe he will call me 'Little Seventh Uncle' with others." ”

The little ghost was shocked: "...... I've only been dead for a few years, and the world of the living has become so complicated? ”

Seeing that Xie Yinxue seemed to be in a bad mood, the little ghost comforted him: "Don't be sad, why don't I be your father?" Then you have a dad again. ”

Xie Yinxue: "......"

Xie Yinxue refused: "Don't." ”

The little ghost moved his butt to him, gently put his head on Xie Yinxue's leg, and retreated: "Then you can be my father." ”

He whispered, "I'll be your son, can you not forget me?" ”

Xie Yinxue said "um", and I don't know whether she promised to be a father to the little ghost, or promised not to forget the little ghost.

But the little ghost was very satisfied, and he had to inch in: "You have to remember to find me another mother." ”

Listening to what he said, the more outrageous it became, Xie Yinxue no longer had a sad mood, he stood up and patted the grass clippings on his legs, condescendingly looked at the foolish little ghost on the ground and said, "I'm here to send you on your way." ”

"When people on TV say this, they mean to kill people. Are you going to kill me? The imp looked dumbfounded, "But I'm already dead." ”

Xie Yinxue pasted a talisman on his head: "I won't kill you." ”

As soon as the talisman touched the little ghost's forehead, it dissolved into his body, Xie Yinxue gently touched his eyebrows, and the gloomy ghost aura on the little ghost's body quickly faded, his skin gradually became snow-white, and his lips were also rosy, as if he had changed back to the appearance before his death.

Xie Yinxue stuffed a lot of incense into his arms: "Take it and eat it on the road." ”

"I still don't know where I'm going." The little ghost asked, "Ah Xue, which way do I go?" ”

Xie Yinxue held his shoulder and helped the little ghost find the direction: "You keep going forward, just go until it gets dark." ”

"I'm a lone star, and you can't be my son, so I sent you to find a new father and mother who love you more."

"Let's go—"

Xie Yinxue put down her hand and saw this little ghost who was thinking about his parents when he died, so he stayed in the world and could not be reincarnated to embark on the road to life.

He returned to Mingyue Cliff to continue his cultivation, occasionally knocking on the side to inquire about Shen Huaishen's recent situation.

And the result of every inquiry is the same as the last time - Shen Huaishen has not remarried, nor does he have a second child, he always stays alone in the old mansion of the Shen family, in addition to managing the affairs of the clan on weekdays, he is planting flowers and raising flowers, and his life is even bleaker than Xie Yinxue's.

In the blink of an eye, it is another year of cold winter solstice.

When Xie Yinxue was pacing in circles in the backyard of Mingyue Cliff, she found a famous woman with curved eyebrows and plump cheeks and an apricot face and peach cheeks standing in front of the steps looking at him.

That day, the snow was quite heavy, and it fell all over the ground, accumulating a thick layer of white, stepping on it without passing people's ankles, Xie Yinxue walked several times in the snow, but the footprints on the snow surface were intermittent, intermittent, incoherent, but he did not have a little frost on his body, and his satin and silky hair fluttered gently with the cold wind, drying without a trace of moisture, and the woman had just stepped out of the eaves a few steps, and her shoulders and hair tips were adorned with several pieces of snow.

Xie Yinxue immediately stopped, casually broke off a dead branch that had lost its leaves in the middle of winter in the courtyard, turned it into an umbrella, and held it in both hands and handed it to the woman: "Sister Xiangling, hold an umbrella, your hair is wet with snow." ”

When the woman heard this, she raised her hand and patted the snow on her shoulder casually, but she didn't care about the top of her head, and she didn't pick up the umbrella in Xie Yinxue's hand, she only leaned down and said to Xie Yinxue: "Ah Xue, don't call me 'Sister Xiangling', call me 'Mother Chen'." ”

"Doesn't that call you old?" Xie Yinxue was puzzled, "You look young and beautiful, I should call you 'sister'." ”

When the woman heard him praise himself for his beauty, she touched her embarrassed and hot face with the back of her hand that was blown by the snow breeze, and said stubbornly: "I want to be so old." ”

Xie Yinxue wanted to say something more, but the woman looked at the gate of Mingyue Cliff with her head stilted, her eyes burning brightly: "Your master is back!" He doesn't bring an umbrella ......."

The former sentence is joyful, and the latter sentence is full of complaints.

Even so, she didn't take the umbrella in Xie Yinxue's hand, but walked quickly to the door, and said to the man in green shirt who was also covered with snow: "Master Chen, didn't I buy a lot of umbrellas?" Why don't you go out this morning without a handful? ”

The man in the green shirt glanced at the snow in her hair, then lowered his gaze, his lips opened, and he probably wanted to say "forgot".

But the woman stopped him: "Don't say it and forget it." ”

The man in the green shirt had no choice but to change his words: "No, when I went out this morning, the snow had not yet fallen, so I was lazy and didn't take it with me, and it snowed soon after I went out." ”

"Okay, then you'll have to remember that next time." The woman pushed his back, "I'm ready, come and eat with Ah Xue." ”

The man in the green shirt was staggered by her, with a helpless expression on his face.

The young woman quietly turned her head behind him, silently mouthed Xiao Xie Yinxue, who was a few steps behind, and admonished: Call me "Mother Chen".

Xie Yinxue finally understood on that day why Chen Yuqing never brought an umbrella when he went out on a snowy day.

The world is so big that you can't buy an umbrella?

Even if you can't buy it, can't Chen Yuqing get an umbrella?

It turns out that Chen Yuqing, who is curling in the autumn moon and the scenery of the mountains in the eyes of the world, will also mislead others and himself, hurt others and himself, and harm others and himself.

The young Xie Yinxue put the umbrella that no one would use in the corner of the wall and walked into the house.

When she grew up, Xie Yinxue picked up the umbrella, opened it and hit it on top of her head, and raised her legs to step into the wind and snow.

The cold wind blew some fine snow on his face, not cold, but a faint pain.

He walked to the gate of the Mingyue Cliff, but outside the door is still the Mingyue Cliff, different from the miserable white midwinter frost here, although the Mingyue Cliff over there is also blooming pear blossoms all over the mountain like snow, but the sky is bright, it is a good spring day, but there are three people kneeling in the courtyard, the person in the center is thin, the hair is gray, and it is really a beautiful scenery full of flowers.

"Pear blossoms lag behind Qingming."

Chen Yuqing walked into the courtyard and said to the three people: "My future affairs will be done at that time." ”

"He'll live."

After a pause, Chen Yuqing said again: "He won't remember too many things, don't tell him." ”

The three of them kowtowed and stood up, their faces were ashamed, and their words were apologetic: "Yuqing, I'm sorry." ”

"I'm about to be freed, so why do you have to apologize to me?" Chen Yuqing smiled, "I'm sorry for him......"

He laughed and took several backwards before tripped over the steps.

Xie Yinxue's heart also fell suddenly, and she instinctively let go of her fingers and threw down the umbrella to help Chen Yuqing, but when he remembered what happened when he touched Xie Wangxun, Xie Yinxue froze her spine again, stagnated her movements, and maintained a posture of bending over and reaching out.

The slender and cold fingertips shrank and trembled, and when they were about to withdraw it, they were suddenly grabbed by a pair of hands with even more withered knuckles - Chen Yuqing grabbed him.

Xie Yinxue was dragged into another scene.

Chen Yuqing replaced him and lay on the hospital bed, the whole person was skinny, and he no longer had the appearance of being out of the dust and floating like a fairy, but the strength he caressed the top of Xie Yinxue's hair was still the same as when he was in the pavilion.

Gentleness, kindness, love......

All the words that make people feel warm and comfortable can be used to describe it.

Xie Yinxue lay on the side of the bed, his vision gradually blurred, his hand was clearly still held by Chen Yuqing, but Chen Yuqing's voice was as ethereal as if the wind was blowing from a distant place: "Yin Xue, it's the master who is sorry for you, the road ahead is difficult, you have to go by yourself." ”

Xie Yinxue shook her head: "Master, don't worry, I can finish this road." ”

"The snow you want to see, do you see?"

Xie Yinxue said: "I saw it. ”

That snow was in the month of Chen Yuqing's death, and Xie Yinxue saw it.

Every piece of snow that fell on the Mingyue Cliff, Xie Yinxue could see it clearly, and now Chen Yuqing's appearance and wheel were close at hand

Nan Na

Kuo, but it was confused into a cloud of fog that could not be removed, curled up in Xie Yinxue's eye sockets, and it seemed that only after it condensed and fell, the world in front of Xie Yinxue could clear again.

But when it really turned into a wet rain, it was Chen Yuqing's face that was washed away.

What gradually became clear in Xie Yinxue's eyes was the lonely small tomb with [Chen Yuqing's Tomb] written on it.

His hand was still tightly clenched, Xie Yinxue blinked, and the man reached out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks: "Look at him again." ”

Xie Yinxue said, "Mother Chen, Master can't see it anymore. ”

"Whoa! I let you see your master, he is buried in the ground, it's strange that you can see it. Mother Chen, who was dressed in white, laughed and burst into tears, she hugged Xie Yinxue's shoulders and asked him to turn around, "I'm the one who lets you see and see." ”

Xie Yinxue was taken by her side, and behind them was Shen Huaishen, who was gloomy and drooping, with crane hair whiter than pear blossoms and snow.

"Is he that old already?"

Xie Yinxue asked Chen's mother: "He is aging too fast." ”

"yes." Chen's mother cupped the gray hair hanging down her ear and said, "So you can look at him again." ”

Xie Yinxue didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Every time he saw Shen Huaishen, Shen Huaishen would be older than the last time he saw him.

Shen Huaishen's hair is all gray, how many more times can he look at him?

So Xie Yinxue closed her eyes.

He felt very uncomfortable, his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe, and he held his forehead and wanted to rest for a while, but there was an old buzzing in his ears, and there was a noisy and noisy sound one after another, and a middle-aged man shouted hysterically near him-

"Why did he bury himself in the ground again?!"

"Don't be stunned! Dig him out! Dig it out! ”

"Ah——! I'm going to die without soil! ”

Xie Yinxue, who was forced by the terrible screams, had to open her eyes, and when she lifted her eyes, she saw a black-haired young man's head rushing down and about to plant it in the pit that had just been pulled out.

The middle-aged man hurriedly shouted to the nurses: "Tie him up!" ”