dream like a sigh

Chapter 4

The old ghost guard looked up at the dark and gloomy sky in the ghost world forever.You turned your head to watch the small gray shadow gradually blur and disappear.Such a good boy, why did God treat him so poorly.The old ghost sighed leisurely and closed his eyes.He remembered that many, many years ago, that child was dressed in a red dress that was on fire, hotter than the road of fire in the underworld.

It's hot.It's like a fire burning persistently at the last firewood.

Although there are not many people who died wearing wedding clothes, there are quite a few ghosts who have been seen for many years.But it's really rare to see someone like him.

He was wearing a red auspicious suit.Standing quietly at the head of Naihe Bridge, watching the ghosts come and go with a pair of eyes as clear as Santu, forgetting the rivers and waves.Don't cry or make trouble, don't talk about being unwilling or complaining about life.Quiet as if left alone.

It doesn't matter whether it's the old ghost messenger or Meng Po.I don't know how many years I have stayed on this reincarnation road, and I have never seen what kind of ghosts.Those who say that their remaining wishes have not been fulfilled and refuse to reincarnate, those who wish life to be short, those who are unwilling to live in the underworld, and those who are idiotic and wait for their lovers in the world who do not want to drink Mengpo soup to forget.One or two cried or made noise, saying that they had to wait for justice.But in the end, at most, they just waited for a few hundred years before throwing all of them into the well of reincarnation and starting a new life.

Granny Meng took a bowl of soup that could make ghosts forget their past and future, and handed it to the old ghost who was drinking happily.We have been old friends for many years, and with only one look, the old rules say goodbye to the wine gourd at the waist, then take the rough porcelain bowl and shake it twice, turning the mouth of the bowl the size of a fist into a circle the size of a forearm porcelain cup.

He smiled and walked to Meng Tanxi's side with his messenger in his hand: "Little baby, who are you waiting for? Your unmarried wife?" Seeing his appearance, the old ghost messenger guessed that there must have been an accident when they got married. And it separated heaven and man.

No, Meng Tanxi shook his head.After that, don't speak.

The old ghost looked at it, and still smiled: "Then who are you waiting for? Tell me, and the old ghost will show you. If you want to say that there is no ghost in the underworld that I, the old ghost, can't find."

Now, Meng Tanqing turned his head to look at him and asked him, "Who the hell knows? What if I'm not dead yet?"

"The old ghost can also try it." The old ghost hurriedly said when he saw the fish had taken the bait.

Unexpectedly, Meng Tanxi turned back again and said, "That's it. That's a pity. He came earlier than me."

The old ghost almost held his breath, thinking to himself, where did this difficult doll come from.Unexpectedly, Meng Tanxi continued: "His name is Hui Mo, I don't think he will go to reincarnation, he will at least wait for Tan Qing to come. But after I died, I haven't seen him, you know?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." The old ghost officer choked on his own mouthful of saliva: "Wait, wait, what is the name of the person you are waiting for?"

"Hui Mo." Meng Tanxi repeated again, but the two words were extremely lingering.It's a pity that only those who are willing to listen carefully can understand it.

The old ghost guard looked at Meng Tanxi's calm side face and suppressed the surprise in his heart.Think, it should be the same name, the same name.There are a lot of people with the same name in this world, and it is not impossible for a mortal to have the same name as Lord Mingzhu.But thinking this way in my heart, I couldn't help thinking that Master Mingzhu came back from the world three days ago and returned to the world in anger.It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

The old ghost tried his best to make himself smile more sincerely, no matter if it was such a coincidence!Send the little doll away first, but everything will be fine?

"Hey, little baby, you've been told, I'm not sure I really know the old ghost you're talking about. Does he like to wear black clothes, looks handsome, and looks like a fairy?" But why can't he control it? I tried it with my own mouth, yo hey!

"Is it as handsome as a banished fairy? Maybe. But he really likes to wear black clothes." Meng Tanxi lowered his eyebrows, and his voice was ethereal, as if all souls and six souls were taken away by memories.

The old ghost was about to cry, but he always felt that the one they were talking about seemed to be the noble and aloof Lord Mingzhu.Little baby, you said it’s not good for you to fall in love with such a god whose eyes are higher than the top, and who looks like an ant, isn’t it hard to find yourself?It's better to let the old ghost help you, and end this paragraph!

"That's it. Little baby, come on, you've talked so much, you're thirsty! Drink some water first, and the old ghost will tell you slowly." The old ghost messenger handed the porcelain cup to Meng Tanxi, with cloudy eyes But full of kindness.

Seeing Po Meng in the distance, she shook her head, this old man used his honest face to deceive ghosts again.Some people, no, ghosts are the same, they look cute.In fact, a full belly.

Meng Tanxi took the porcelain cup hesitantly, wondering if ghosts are thirsty too?He is a new ghost and doesn't understand.But he saw the appearance of the old ghost messenger, and he still believed it, thinking that he was ignorant.So he said softly, "Thank you."

"Hey, don't be polite to the old ghost, drink it!" This child who looked easy to deceive was actually very easy to deceive.Looks nonchalant, but maybe just inarticulate.A thin-skinned steamed bun, solid and white.

Meng Tanxi, without any precautions, really obediently raised her hand and prepared to drink, she couldn't waste other people's good intentions.The old ghost waiter watched Meng Tanxi put the mouth of the cup close to his lips, and continued: "But the little baby, it's not the old ghost who said. Whoever you are looking at, ordinary people are wrong for him, and ordinary people are just wrong in his eyes. It's no different from a small ant or a small dust. He won't even look at it." Meng Tanxi's hands froze, and the cold liquid was on his lips, but he couldn't drink it no matter what mouth.

The old ghost messenger still said earnestly: "If you want the old ghost to tell you, waiting for him is useless. It's better to have a cup of Mengpo soup and forget about the past. It's also very good."

Meng Tanxi finally took the water into his mouth.

But wouldn't Meng Tanxi really die completely in this way?Is it the original Meng Tanxi who lost his memory?Meng Tanxi thought in his heart, but didn't say it out, he had to swallow what was in his mouth first.But before it passed the throat, a strong wind suddenly hit in the distance.Go straight in the direction of Meng Tanxi.

The old ghost was almost startled, and hurriedly pulled up the little doll who was half a beat away, but he was still too slow, and was spilled by Meng Po soup in Meng Tanxi's hand.

"pong", "crack", "boom"

The crisp sound of porcelain breaking and the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.besides......

Meng Tanxi fell to the ground, her face swelled up quite a lot.He bluntly wiped away the Mengpo soup spit out from his lips with his sleeve, then looked up blankly, but he could only see the black silk and gold silk girdle of the person in front of him.

However, everything at the bridgehead was silent. After a while, someone finally reacted. There were kneeling sounds one after another, and the old ghost shouted: "Master Mingzhu."

Ming, Lord?

The man in black looked down at the ants on the ground, his face was calm, he squatted down slowly, clasped Meng Tanxi's chin, and forced Meng Tanxi to look at him.

"Why?" This question obviously has no emotion, but it is like a volcano containing lava.

Meng Tanxi lowered his eyes and didn't answer.

Hui Mo moved his hand and grabbed Meng Tanxi's neck: "I ask you why you married me? Why did you poison the Heying wine? Why did Tan Qing marry Jiang Yan? Why?" Just gather one point.A sound of pain and hatred.

Meng Tanxi frowned, and couldn't help trying to break the shackles around his neck with his hands. He was obviously too uncomfortable to breathe, but he still didn't say a word, just like watching Hui Mo and Tan Qing silently for several years.

"Speak!" Hui Mo's eyes were like a knife, wanting to cut Meng Tanxi into pieces, his handsome face was cold and cruel, "Say."

Meng Tanxi looked at Huimo. He had looked at this high-ranking man for so many years, and had never seen him like this before.Shouldn't he think highly of himself and not care about ants?

"Heh." Meng Tanxi smiled, his eyes as clear as spring water reflected the god who wished to crush him, "Because I want you to remember me." It was difficult for him to utter a word when his neck was strangled, but every word One sentence after another is very clear and serious.

Hui Mo's eyes widened, and he let go of his hands, as if he couldn't think of the answer no matter how hard he thought.He took two weak steps back and looked at Meng Tanxi who was collapsed on the ground, "It's because of this that you didn't hesitate to destroy him, and you didn't hesitate to risk your own life."

"Yes."

Huimo suddenly wanted to laugh, "Hahaha..." The more he smiled, the more desolate and sad he felt in his heart: "Okay, okay." He said three good words in succession, "Since you want me to remember you forever , then fall into hell forever! I will wait for Tan Qing to reincarnate, and you will ferry him three ways from life to life! Maybe this will make me remember more clearly than when you die."

The old ghost officer let out a "huh", no, it can't go on like this, if this go on, that silly boy will really live forever on this Santu River.

The old ghost guard watched the small figure sending off another batch of dead ghosts, and shouted: "Xiaodu, the old ghost will ask you to drink again next time."

After Meng Tanxi wiped the sweat from his forehead, he nodded slightly to the old ghost officer, and then walked away with the raft swinging.The old ghost patted the dust on his buttocks, and ran away with a "stab", he was really old and strong.

He ran all the way to the bridge of Naihe, looked around, very good, Master Mingzhu is not here.The old ghost officer immediately ran over to the ghost in white at the bridgehead of Naihe: "Little baby, your name is Luo Qing, isn't it?"

Luo Qing looked down at the little old man who only touched her chest, smiled, like a spring breeze blowing flowers and willows, and said: "Yes. The old man has something to do with me?".He is gentle and elegant, with a little sparkle in the corner of his eyes, like the finishing touch, which makes this person different.

The old ghost guard watched and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.Even he, who was partial to Meng Tanxi, had to admit that compared with Meng Tanqing, Tan Xi was not a star and a half behind. "Oh, old ghost, I want to ask you for a favor, to help that poor boy Tan Xi."

"Tan Xi?"

"The thing is like this..." The old ghost messenger shook his head and talked about the dusty past of thousands of years.

......

After Huimo dealt with the matter, he habitually raised his feet and strolled outside, and finally reached the edge of Santuchuan in three or two steps.Look at the calm and clear water of the river, just like a mirror.Huimo was in a daze, why did he come to this place?Could it be that I have been walking for a long time these years, so I habitually go this way?

Tan Qing, Tan Qing, look, you've made me look like me.Where did I have such a "habit" in the past, and how could I suddenly feel so sad for no reason like now.

Huimo shook his head, turned around and wanted to go to Naihe Bridge, but when he turned around, he accidentally found a small shadow that he thought was just smoke and dust if he didn't look carefully.It is Meng Tanxi.He lay quietly on the bank and watched the Chuan Shui motionless.

"What are you looking at?" Hui Mo blurted out the words before he could react.

☆、Chapter Five