dream like a sigh

Chapter 5

As soon as the ghost guests on the shore disappeared, I also took a rest.The water in Santuchuan is extremely clear, far brighter and clearer than the best Linghua mirror in the world.Even if it exists in the underworld where the sky is always dark, it can still flash sparkles from time to time.

I knelt on the bank, watching a pale ghost in the Santu River, motionless on the surface of the water, I don't know what he was thinking, maybe he was thinking about his joys and sorrows as a human being, love and hate are hard to find.

A voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "What are you looking at?".The voice is familiar to me but I can't remember it.I looked back to where the voice came from.The black robe is luxurious, and I seem to remember the pattern embroidered with gold thread on the edge.Is he asking me?What am I looking at?But how can I answer him about things that I don't even know myself?

I don't know if the one in black is a ghost or a god.Seeing that I just looked at him without answering, he didn't seem to care very much. He walked slowly to me and lifted his clothes and squatted down, as if he wanted to see for himself what I was looking at.So I turned my head to look at Santuchuan again, and showed him a pale and indifferent ghost.

Santuchuan was quiet again, and it took less than half a cup of tea. He smiled, and his handsome appearance seemed to dazzle people's eyes. He said, "Meng Tanxi, you have been looking at yourself for a long time? What's the matter?" nice?"

I don't answer.Yeah, what's so cool about it?I thought and thought about my pale face, but I forgot to tell him "I am not Meng Tanxi", and I forgot to ask him "Meng Tanxi? Who is it?".I'm just obsessed with thinking about what the hell am I looking at, what am I looking at?

"I seem to see this ghost walking in bright red clothes, with a blurry face. I want to see clearly. In the shadow, there seems to be a... one in the corner of his left eye. ..." I thought for a while and finally said it with certainty, "A piece of cinnabar, or a little bit of rouge."

I pointed my finger at Chuanmian, where the ghost existed just now, and said to the man in black: "I want to see clearly what the point he put on the corner of his eye looks like."

The man in black was taken aback, staring at me for a while, the doubt in his eyes turned into a smile, and then he laughed out loud, "Hahaha...", he couldn't stop laughing for a moment.Leaning forward and backward but not halving his original demeanor, if you really want to say that he exchanged two parts of kingly majesty for two parts of unruly coquettish.I looked at him calmly and smiled, never feeling anything funny or sad.It's just calm, as quiet as a lake without waves.

"Meng Tanxi." He seemed to have finally laughed, but the corners of his eyes and brows were still full of smiles. I was sized up by him with a smile, and I followed him.He still didn't feel enough, stretched out his hand and lifted my chin and looked up and down for a long time. Then, he stopped smiling, and his eyes were stained with loneliness little by little.The words are melancholy: "You and Tan Qingzhen look exactly the same.".When he said this, I wanted to refute but didn't know what to refute.

"The only bad thing is that one red mole."As he spoke, emotions surged in his eyes, but he remained silent in the end.He said: "You want to see the appearance of a little cinnabar in the corners of the ghost's eyes in red clothes. I have seen it. It's just that cinnabar or rouge can't last long, otherwise I will give you a fortune."

Send me a sum?Give me a sum of what?I only felt a slight movement of the hand on my chin, and I could only vaguely see his white and slender fingers out of the corner of my eye.Then the corners of his eyes suddenly became hot, and it was his thumb that touched the skin lightly with some viscous liquid.

I don't know if this thing in front of me is a god or a ghost. I thought it looked like a ghost, and it's not wrong to call it a god.The moment his fingertips touched the corners of my eyes, I saw his eyes, serious and focused.

I don't know how to describe those eyes that turn and turn back and forth, they seem to hide endless tenderness and lingering eyes, I just suddenly remembered that this fairy who has been romantic and lovesick all over the world is the one who most loves to block my ferry The road of ghost reincarnation.It's so strange, why do I suddenly have a long memory now?

"Okay, let's see if it looks like the ghost you want to see." He smiled softly again, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.I saw that what existed in his eyes seemed to be a jar of extremely cold and strong wine buried thousands of years ago. After years of brewing, it began to restrain the cold air and emit a mellow fragrance. No longer a glass can kill a person.

1000 years, really a long time.I looked at Santu calmly, as if I didn't know anything.

After a while, I was puzzled.Who is the ghost in this water?I stared at the ghost on the water and remained silent for a long time.

I don't know what I can say, that ghost should have been so pale and ordinary that he couldn't be found after throwing it into the crowd, but the reality painted on his face with blood did not allow him to be ordinary.And I looked left and right and finally confirmed that the ghost hadn't changed. No matter how many times I painted Yanhong again, this ghost was still the most difficult to find in the vast crowd.

The god in black seemed to be very satisfied with this as a finishing touch, he asked me: "Do you like it?"

I didn't speak, and I answered silently in my heart: "I, I don't like it. I don't like it at all.".I looked down and saw that the wet patch at my feet seemed good.Reach out and pick it up to have a look, it's quite sharp.I looked at the reflection in the water again, clenched the stone with my hand, and swiped vigorously toward the corner of my eye.In an instant, the three-inch-long wound destroyed the bright red, and countless reds gushed out from the wound, soaking the left side of his face in a short while.

The corner of my eye hurts, but I feel very happy.But I have forgotten what it's like to laugh happily.So I could only point my uncurved lips at the God whose eyes widened in shock from my actions, and I told him, "I saw a ghost in a red dress with cinnabar on it. I think it doesn't matter if you kill it with cinnabar." No matter how beautiful it is, this ghost still hasn't changed."

Why did you admit your mistake?Why do you still think of him when you look at my face?I asked secretly in my heart, like a child who has hidden his own precious treasure, secretly hiding the key to open the treasure and hiding it from others.The funny thing is, I don't even know who I'm asking.

"What nonsense are you talking about again?" The god in black seemed to be irritated by me again, he lifted my face forcefully, pulling my jaw sorely.But the next moment, he lightened his pressure again, probably because he realized that he was using too much force, which made my jaw almost deformed.Blood dripped and slid down my face, and maybe a few accidentally fell on his hands.The ghost's blood was cold, and I felt pain, cold, and stickiness on the left side of my face.I figured it must be ugly, unsightly or something.

But he kept staring at me for a long time.I could clearly see the anger in his eyes go out bit by bit.In the end, he just pursed his lips tightly, raised his thumb and gently stroked my wound like touching a cinnabar.My face was numb and itchy, but it didn't hurt much.

"You don't like it. At worst, I'll wipe it off for you. What do you do if you scratch your face? It doesn't look good in the first place, but adding a scar will make it really unattractive. When did you become so self-willed and extreme.

The one in front of me is always easy to be provoked by my few words, but for some reason, my sister stares at me twice more, no matter how angry she is, she can quietly disappear by herself.

Again!always like this!Who are you talking to!

I blurted out a sentence that I wanted to say but kept in my heart: "I am me, he is him."

So you can't tell the difference again, can you?Accidentally gave me something that belonged to him.But I am still me.I can't become his.I.I don't want to be him either.

The god was taken aback for a moment, and withdrew his hand.It seems that I don't understand, and it seems that I understand but I don't know how to answer me.So I put the words down again gently.Stretching out his hand to touch his face, the wound has healed, as if there was not even a drop of blood left.

What did I just say?I can't remember exactly.

It's just that I suddenly saw clearly that this fairy's eyes are really bad.

☆、Chapter Six