The showers of late summer and early autumn are fierce and subside quickly.

By the time dawn was about to break, a glimmer of light penetrated through the cracks in the window panels, and the sound of the rain outside had become dripping, no longer like last night, when the wind and rain were about to destroy the house.

After a night of wind, the room was much colder. The doors and windows were closed, and it was still dark inside. Qin Su sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, staring at a tide insect on the ground.

Hu Buwei snorted softly, and Qin Su was immediately awakened, turned his head, and gently tucked the corners of the quilt. Hu Buwei curled up in the quilt, sleeping with his back to her. A black hair was scattered over the pillow like a multitude of tiny snakes.

"Brother Hu...... What are you dreaming about?"

Qin Su's eyes slowly became gentle, and he felt a little uneasy and expectant in his heart. She gently pressed her thin white palm on the ten thousand black threads, and she didn't expect that the contrast between black and white was still so vivid in the dark. "In your dream, did you remember Qin Su? still remember that ...... You won't forsake the girl you said you would live and die with her?"

Hu Buwei has a long snort. He didn't hear a faint sigh behind him after a long time.

Rose, Xiao Xuan Window, he went back to that remote village in the northwest, back to that familiar home. He didn't know the suffering of losing his soul for more than a year. In his mind, the long year was just one night, and he only remembered that he was still on the road to find his wife.

In the dream, the scenery was the same as before, in the late spring, the sky was just right, and the brilliant roses were blooming under the low window. His wife sat under the window and drew her eyebrows, and when she saw him coming back, she quickly put down the bronze mirror and toothcomb in her hand. With a joyful smile on his face, he ran towards him with open arms.

"Xuan'er ......" Hu Buwei was filled with great happiness. It turned out that the wife was not dead. It turned out that he also had a whole home. The unspeakable pain and suffering in my memory turned out to be just a terrifying nightmare.

Grievances welled up in his chest. Crying out in tears, he also threw himself at his wife with open arms. In an instant, he had forgotten all the hardships he had endured over the years, he had forgotten everything, and in his eyes and hearts, there was only the happiness that had once belonged to him, like a warm sunshine enveloping him. The wife is still there, the two are in love, and the son is about to be born...... Those darkness and haze. It's just a dream, it's just a nightmare, and now this moment is real, right?

"Xuan'er!" he shouted unwillingly, rushing towards the woman engraved in the depths of his soul. He had a thousand words in his heart, and he wanted to ask his wife where he had been for so long, and why she didn't follow him? Didn't she know that he had been looking for her? The throat was so narrow that even his breathing was choked in his throat, and he could no longer say anything else, only greedy with his eyes. looked at his wife eagerly, for fear that the face would disappear again.

He took the soft body into his arms, and the moment his four arms crossed them. In the depths of his soul, above the infinite sky. A bolt of lightning shone in all directions.

What kind of language can describe the ecstasy and madness of this moment? What kind of words can explain the steadfastness and promise of this moment?

Thousands of songs are silent, and thousands of poems are lost.

What life and death promises, what sea is dry and rotten, all this does not matter, but this moment becomes forever.

A tear seeped out of the corner of his eye, slowly slipping down, becoming cold, and then spilling into the pillowcloth that had long been wet.

"Xuan'er......" Hu Buwei trembled in the bed, and a murmur followed by tears.

"Twenty-one ......"

Qin Su behind her paused to breathe, she bit her lip tightly, her brows were locked, and she counted the number in her heart: "Twenty-one ......"

From last night to now, Hu Buwei has called "Xuan'er" twenty-one times and "Yan'er" five times.

But he didn't call "Su'er". Not even a "Miss Qin" and "Qin Su".

A little sour taste slowly spread in Qin Su's chest. She looked at the thin shoulder buried in the shadows, and suddenly felt that she was far away from him. "Brother Hu...... Is it in your heart...... Am I not a shadow at all?"

Brother Hu is dreaming, but there is no her in the dream. There are only two women in his dream, one is called 'Xuan'er' and the other is called 'Yan'er'. 'Xuan'er' should be the name of Brother Hu's wife, he attaches so much importance to affection, on the night when his soul first recovered, he called twenty-one calls.

However, who is 'Yan'er'? Why doesn't there be a single word of 'Qin Su', but there are five 'Yan'er'? Could it be that this woman is more important than himself? Qin Su suddenly found that he had such a poor understanding of Brother Hu's life experience.

There are two women in his world, completely devoid of themselves...... So for more than a year, there have been no complaints and no regrets, and the infatuation is just a mirror, is it all his own wishful thinking?

No, no, not consensually. Qin Su told himself, as if he wanted to comfort himself. Brother Hu is willing to share life and death with her, he values her very much, and in his heart, Qin Su is very important.

"Very important ......" Qin Su repeated this thought, wanting to strengthen his beliefs and not be swayed by other thoughts...... However, her thoughts couldn't help her, and after reciting three sentences of 'very important ......', the fact that she didn't want to remember came up ruthlessly, and it couldn't stop highlighting in her heart.

If it's important, why...... He wouldn't say a word of 'Su'er'?

Qin Su's face darkened instantly. The anxiety and anticipation that I had been carrying since last night had disappeared without a trace at some point.

People who are trapped in a state of mind do not remember the passage of time.

The jade pot is light, on the stratus clouds. In the city of Jiangning Mansion shrouded by the rain, no one could see the imprisoned moon with two painful immortals locked at this moment. However, no matter how thick the stratus clouds are, they can block the moonlight, and after all, they can't pause the white sand falling from the leaky pot, and the sky will soon dawn.

At the end of the day, the bell for urging food in Hejiazhuang rang. The people, who had slept all night, began to work again.

The grandmother in the stove room brought morning tea and porridge and side dishes, and Qin Su was not in the mood to eat them. Rubbing his face indiscriminately. Then he closed the door again, and sat on the edge of the bed and thought to himself.

He Jiangzhou came to see her. But seeing Qin Su's expression, he was sad. It seems that with a heavy heart, the playboy is interested in not showing his heart. only asked about Hu Buwei's condition with concern, Qin Su's lukewarm attitude made He Jiangzhou feel sorry in his heart...... What happened? I couldn't even get Qin Su's smile to please Hu Buwei.

In the afternoon, Fan Tongyou and the old man He came to visit. After taking a closer look at Hu Buwei's condition, the old man was noncommittal, and only taught Qin Su Haosheng to take care of him, not to let Hu Buwei feel the cold.

Not long after the two went out, Qingkongzi also came. He brought a few green pills, saying that they could cultivate essence. This reminded Qin Su, and she quickly put away her grief. Dig out the Taki pearl that I bought from Qingqin Restaurant a few days ago from the package. The medicine seller said that these Takizhu are the most effective for people who are cold and timid, and it is just right for Brother Hu to use them now.

"What's that?" said Aoza as she looked at the milky white beads in her hand.

"Bao Yi Takizhu, I bought it from someone two months ago, saying that it can maintain the soul, and I want to give it to Brother Hu. ”

"Show me. Qing Kongzi took the beads, put them to his nose and sniffed them, but frowned. "How much money did you buy it?"

"He didn't ask me for money...... What's wrong?"

"Didn't ask for money?" A hint of surprise flashed across Qing Kongzi's face, "I thought you had been deceived, this is not some kind of Baoyi Taki Zhu." It is a kind of bird-knotted bone pill, called white hair. ”

"Huh?!Isn't it Takizhu?" Qin Su looked at the Taoist in surprise, "That'...... Will anything happen if you eat it?"

"Not really. "But this thing doesn't have much effect. It's okay to use it for children. ”

Qin Su was stupid. How did she know that the treasure she had treasured for more than a month was so worthless. But...... Why did that Dao man spend so much effort to deceive himself? He hadn't asked for money yet, what was his purpose? How did Qin Su know that these things were just props set up by He Jiangzhou to seduce her out.

She couldn't figure it out. Qingkongzi had already fed the pill to Hu Buwei's mouth. After carefully checking Hu Buwei's pulse, Qing Kongzi frowned again. "Not good," he said. "The pulse alternates between strong and weak, which is not a normal symptom. ”

Qin Su's heart sank.

"It's not good. At this moment, in the Fan Tongyou room in Qin Su's room, the old drunkard also paced and said the same thing. There was a rare look of solemnity on his face.

"His body was idle for more than a year, and his sense of spirit was very weak, and then he let the ghost's dead qi invade and hurt his vitality last time...... Alas, now that the soul has been restored, it will not be able to return to its previous state after all. ”

Old Man He sat on the side and asked him, "What will happen then?"

"The Lord does not suppress the servants, the servants do not obey the Lord, the spirit is separated, and the seven spirits are divided and ruled......"

"To put it simply," Old Man He glared at him dissatisfied, "At this time, what are you pretending to be profound, saying these mysterious words to teach me?"

Fan Tongyou sighed, "He can't always keep his sanity, he is chaotic and sober for a while. It's hard to say how long this will last...... Behold his own creation. ”

"Aren't you going to shape your soul? There's no way to deal with this?"

Fan Tongyou smiled bitterly and shook his head. "If I knew this method, the previous Qingluan spirit would have already molded me into my body. I just won't solidify the seven spirits......" Old Man He was speechless, thought about it, and saw that Fan Tongyou was still blaming himself, so he comforted him: "Forget it, there is no way, let's do our best." It's not your fault that things have come to this point. ”

Fan Tongyou sighed and nodded silently. Looking out the window, the railings of the pavilion were soaked with rain.

In the ears is a dashing sound.

Hu Buwei screamed and sat up straight from the bed. He had just dreamed of a woman striking him in the waist with lightning. That dream was so real, Hu Buwei could even clearly recall the sound of thunder and lightning exploding sharply in her palm.

She slashed at her waist, it was terrible, who was she and why did she hit herself?

My waist is really sore and painful. Not only the waist, shoulders, thighs, arms, neck, almost everywhere on the body hurts, Hu Buwei was shocked to find that his hands and feet were as soft as noodles, and he couldn't lift up any strength. He wanted to scream in panic, but his stiff mouthpiece would not listen, and could only make a hoarse 'ah, ah' sound.

After more than a year of sitting still, his blood was deposited and his muscles and bones atrophied. How can it be restored to the same for a while?

Hu is not unclear, chaotic. Another head planted on the pillow. The tent was like snow, and there were bright golden hooks hanging on both sides. The emerald green silk pendant is connected with the length of the beautiful jade carving, hanging in the goose-yellow tassel. The brocade quilt and the silk curtain, the gold hook and jade pendant, these are the utensils of a large family, how did he come here? Hu Buwei smelled a faint fragrance on the pillow, and his thoughts became confused again.

He ran to Xijing to find a nurse for his son, and then saved Mrs. Su...... Do you sleep here?

But do you remember that you have left? Later, I went to Liu Peiyu and Liu's house...... Is this Old Man Liu's house? No! No, I have already encountered a monster at Old Master Liu's house...... Monster!

Hu Buwei was shocked into a cold sweat. Nothing can dispel the fear of these two words in the depths of consciousness, and after this stimulus, everything experienced is like a picture on a marquee. It rushed into his head. Prison, Chase, Monkey, Torture Order, Ghost ...... These instantaneous memories were surging, and Hu Buwei only felt that his head was about to be overloaded, painful and swollen, as if it was about to explode.

A crisp, sweet voice in the doorway eased his pain. Hu Buwei pricked up his ears to listen to her, and forgot about his headache for a while.

"Thank you, Mr. He. I'm going to trouble you about this. ”

"Hey, be kind to me at this time!" was a man's voice, not very old. "You are looking forward to Brother Hu's recovery as soon as possible, don't I have the same thoughts? The courtyard here is open and the scenery is the most beautiful. Move Brother Hu here. In front of the beautiful scenery of flowers and trees, his illness can get better faster. ”

The woman smiled and said, "Well, you have a heart. Brother Hu will be very happy when he wakes up. ”

The man laughed. said: "Okay, let's not talk about it yet, you can feed Brother Hu." I'll ask the maid to bring you the utensils later. Footsteps sounded, and he hurried away.

Brother Hu? Is he talking about himself? Why is he sick again? Hu Buwei's mind was confused for a while. I heard the sound of footsteps at the door. A gust of wind blew the fragrance into the room, a very elegant warm fragrance. The man closed the door gently. When he landed, the sound of the rain was blocked out.

A white shadow appeared next to the bed. Hu Buwei turned his head to look at her.

It was a beautiful woman, very young, holding a porcelain bowl close to the head of the bed. A gentle face slowly appeared under the golden hook, a delicate nose, and a snow-white pointed chin. The eyebrows are thin willows, and the eyes are affectionate, there is a gentle charm between the woman's expectations, but she seems to have something on her mind at the moment, and there is a faint melancholy between her eyebrows, like a thin cloud covering the moon, which makes her feel a little sad.

This face seems to have been seen somewhere...... Moreover, it feels very intimate......

Hu Buwei searched hard for his memory, wanting to find out something related to this woman, he was just about to catch something, but suddenly, that clue was broken again.

Before he could come up with an answer, the woman had approached. She lowered her head and breathed as she gently stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, moving delicately and gently. The curling heat hid her face from time to time, and Hu Buwei could see her long eyelashes blinking slightly like two small brushes. In a moment, the porridge was cold, and the woman raised her head, and her clear eyes swept over his face, and she saw his already open eyes.

It's like a play. Hu Buwei looked at the woman's body and shook for a moment, took two steps back, her lips opened slightly, and her two beautiful eyes opened in an instant. 'Jingle Dong' -- the porridge soup that had been blowing hard fell directly from her hand like this, and the crisp cracking sound of porcelain sounded at the same time as her exclamation, "Brother Hu!

"Ah......h He looked at her suspiciously, and saw that the face changed from surprise to joy, from joy to grievance, from grievance to gratitude, and then gratitude to sadness and joy. It seemed to happen in an instant, Hu Buwei watched many complicated emotions flash on her face one by one, and before she understood what was going on, the gentle woman had already rushed to the side of the bed with tears, and opened her arms as if she wanted to pounce into his arms, but she suddenly seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped, her face flushed, and she bit her lip slightly.

"Brother Hu, you ...... You ......" She opened her mouth, as if she had something to say, but she couldn't say it, her eyes were misty again, but she lowered her head, and she didn't dare to look at Hu Buwei, and in an instant, shyness and pity floated on the woman's delicate beauty again. She stomped her foot, and finally ran out unwillingly, "You wait, I'll call you Tan'er." She quickly pulled out the latch, and the sound of the rain came to her ears again.

"Tan'er ......" Hu Buwei's mind was a little sober again. And his son's name was Hu Tan.

What the hell is going on? Lying here, facing a completely strange world, why is there this young woman by her side, her expression is so strange...... But Hu Buwei didn't feel abrupt, deep in his subconscious, he felt that he was very familiar with this woman, it seemed that she had always been by his side, he didn't know where this feeling came from, and ...... Why did his son Hu Tan come with him?

I couldn't figure it out, the headache, the pain of ten thousand needles in the skull invaded him again, and Hu Buwei couldn't help but moan. Aren't you looking for medicine for Xuan'er?

There was a fault in the memory, and Hu Buwei only remembered that he ran out of the prison with a monkey, and he had broken up with Mrs. Su and them...... Seems to have something to do with it...... Hu Buwei frowned, and the feeling of tightness in his forehead seemed to give him the strength to rack his brains to find the answer.

Bitter Ficus ...... Qinglongshi ...... White Tiger ...... Qin Su ......

"Ahh "She's Miss Qin!"