Wang Ximeng stayed in Shennongjia for 900 years, and Xie Lingyu watched over him for 900 years. For ghosts, after regaining their sanity, they can perceive that when they stay in the human world, the suffering of yang energy during the day is actually no less than putting a living person into an oil pot to cook. Night and ghost markets became her sanctuary.

"But my sister, the scholar and the senior, he doesn't seem to be very happy, and he thinks about who he is all day long, what he forgets, and his singing voice is not happy. After listening to the story of the ghost in the wedding dress, Mu Songbai couldn't help but persuade with red eyes.

"But what can I do with him now?"

With that, the ghost in the wedding dress whimpered and lifted her red hijab. Different from the appearance of the fairy she saw in the ice cave before, her face is now pale and faintly blue, and her big eyes, which were originally bright and bright, are full of whites and no pupils, and she looks very penetrating.

Which is more lonely: is it living in your own world and not loving anyone, or is it loving someone in your heart but never being able to get close to love?

After Xie Lingyu died, he became a ghost in a wedding dress, trapped in the ghost market, imprisoned in the night, and for nine hundred years, except for occasionally going out to see him in broad daylight at the pain of his soul being burned, he could only occasionally listen to the narration of others in the outside world: Shennongjia has a stone pillar of a divine stone, and during the period from the beginning of each year to July, music often rings in the stone cracks of the stone pillar, with gongs, drums, and locks. In the second half of the year, it becomes silent and silent, very regular.

The white-haired scholar lives by forgetting his past, and the ghost girl in the wedding dress lives by hiding in this ghost market and recalling the first sight of happiness, but there is nothing more than the memory of happiness that hinders happiness

There is a kind of powerlessness in this world, which is the loneliness of people and their own inability to combine.

The ghost of the wedding dress seemed to be smiling but not smiling, crying but not crying, and her eyes without pupils were dyed blood red because of extreme sadness, as if blood and tears were in her eyes, and Chen Xinyan and others were all touched by sorrow. The real extreme sadness in the world cannot be alleviated by tears. The spine is crying, and there is no greater compassion in the world than this.

"Little pomegranate, don't cry. Chen Xinyan said softly.

The figure of the ghost in the wedding dress trembled, stopped crying blood, and looked up at Chen Xinyan, and Mu Songbai and Ye Zhenzhen on the side were also shocked.

"It's me. Chen Xinyan stepped forward and touched the head of the woman in the wedding dress, "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

"What did you do to the embers?" Mu Songbai and Ye Zhenzhen looked at "Chen Xinyan" with a wary expression.

"Don't worry, the arrow I gave him contains one of my thoughts, which is triggered when he touches something related to my memory. As soon as Chen Xinyan's words fell, the whole person fell backwards.

Ye Zhenzhen and Mu Songbai hurriedly caught him as soon as possible. At the same time, a white-haired scholar in a Confucian shirt suddenly appeared in the middle of the audience, holding a picture scroll in his hand.

"He's fine, just fainted for a while, and woke up after a while. ”

Wang Ximeng glanced at the three of them, then turned to look at the ghost girl in the wedding dress.

Since he lost his memory, he no longer remembers each other, and this farewell is nine hundred years. Nine hundred years have changed Wang Ximeng and Xie Lingyu, but what can't be changed is two hearts that love and know each other.

The ghost of the wedding dress was immersed in the gentle gaze of the white-haired scholar.

Suddenly, she remembered that her face was no longer the same Xie Lingyu as she had been, and in a panic, the ghost in the wedding dress couldn't find her red hijab for a while, so she had to cover her face with her hand.

Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

In the midst of the female ghost's complaint, a strange and slightly familiar hand pressed her shoulder, and a red hijab slowly fell.

The world is silent.

The best tacit understanding in the world is not that someone understands what you mean, but that someone understands what you want to say and stop.

Under the red hood, a mellow voice sounded in the darkness.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all a nightmare, you see, as soon as I take my hand away, you see the dawn. ”

The strange and familiar hand lifted her red hijab firmly and slowly, and what greeted her was a face that had already burst into tears.

"Little Pomegranate, would you like to marry me?"

The pale face of the girl in the wedding dress has long been unable to rise to redness, and there are blood and tears flowing from the two eyes without pupils, and she seems to see him and her again that year.

"My name is Wang Ximeng, what's your name?"

"Don't speak, you fell from the pomegranate tree, then I'll call you little pomegranate." ”

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"Little pomegranate, I will travel the world with a sword in the future and see all the great rivers and mountains in the world. ”

"Come with me then. ”

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"Little pomegranate, it's so boring, my father and mother always want me to learn this and that, I really want to go out and play. ”

"It's good to have you with me. ”

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"Little pomegranate, little pomegranate, today is your birthday, I'll draw it and give it to you after seeing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the future, okay?"

"Good. ”

"Eh, eh?!Little pomegranate, can you talk?"

"Silly, of course I can speak, but I'm just too lazy to open my mouth because I'm used to listening to your bragging. ”

"Hahaha, that's great, little pomegranate talking!"

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"Little Pomegranate, I'll discuss something with you. ”

"What?"

"When I grow up, I'll marry you. ”

"Do you like me?"

"Like, like, like. ”

"And what do you like about me?"

"I love that you fell from the pomegranate tree when I was lonely, I loved that you sat silently next to me, watched me read, watched me paint, I loved that you held your chin and looked serious when you listened to me brag, I loved that you covered me and chattered me after I had said a lot, I loved the flowers in spring, the trees in summer, the dusk in autumn, the sun in winter and the little pomegranates every day. ”

"Haha, you're still so flamboyant. ”

"Perceive what kind of me you like, and give you what kind of me you like. Because I want to be the gift of your life. Isn't it good to disguise? That's my cute wrapper. ”

"Good. ”

"What's good?"

"I said when I grew up. ”

"Hahaha, really?!, come, hang yourself on the hook, you can't change for a hundred years, it's a puppy to deceive people. ”

"Retractor. ”

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A hundred years have passed, and nine hundred years have passed. He painted thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, he took his gifts, he proposed to her, and it has not changed for nine hundred years, just like the original agreement, it has never changed.

"I, yes. ”

Xie Lingyu's pale face showed a sincere and ugly smile, which was incomprehensibly beautiful.

From the sleeping snow-capped mountains, I slowly opened my eyes in amazement. I see the cliffs turn into plains, behind you. I see the smile of the sea in the stream, in front of you. I saw the earthworm under the earth suddenly speak the thoughts of the white clouds, I saw the white clouds and dark clouds in the sky so harmonious, I saw the bears reluctant to step on a pure snow, I saw the tiger tame like a delicate kitten, I saw the wolf holding the lame lamb.

I have traveled all over thousands of rivers and mountains, and I have seen countless landscapes, only to find that thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are not as good as you.

You are the most beautiful scenery in the world.