Please sign for your missing male ticket [Liao Zhai]

16

Want to rewrite history.

I want to save brother Tang.

I want to tell Brother Tang that a fake guide can stop the mouths of good people, but not the hands of mobs.I also want to tell myself that those inexplicable joys and depressions at that time were all because of Brother Tang.

Horses give birth to all treasures, people from Dongchang...

Dongchang.We must rush to Dongchang before the riot.

17

It was only when I took the road guide and walked on the road that I had a sense of reality about the identity of the second-generation official.

It's really, really convenient.

After not looking at Lu Yin for a long time, I stuffed Lu Yin into my arms.And Mao Ji, who was sitting on the opposite side of the carriage, still stared at Lu Yin from there.Mao Ji caressed Lu Yin, and thoughtfully said: "This Lu Yin looks familiar."

Regarding Mao Ji's words, I responded with an unfathomable smile, and the old god said: "The Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it."

The carriage swayed across the land. I raised the curtain and looked out. When I saw the scenery outside the carriage becoming more and more familiar, I lowered the curtain and retracted my head. Mao Ji put on a curtain cap.

The two of us are now wearing the faces of the young version of Wang Erxi and Ma Youtang respectively. In order to avoid troubles, it is better not to show this face.

Mao Ji didn't ask me why I asked him to wear the veiled cap, but after putting it on, he stretched out his arm and patted my shoulder.I nodded to Mao Ji, took a deep breath, and put on the veil for myself.

It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous. After all, what I have to do on this trip is to save brother Tang and myself.This feeling is like sitting in a time machine, which is both absurd and panic.I was so panicked that countless questions exploded in my mind, but I couldn't even answer a single question.

I have already decided not to reveal my identity to Brother Tang.At that time, what kind of identity should I stand in front of Brother Tang?If Brother Ruotang insists on not listening to my dissuasion, what should he do if he insists on staying in Dongchang?If the person next to brother Tang I saw was Wang Erxi in his original body, what should I do?

Questions filled my mind one by one, and my brain was like a mechanism that was short of oil. It couldn't turn and move, and it could only be stuck in place in a daze.

I was fascinated by Zaosha in front of me, and Mao Ji suddenly got up and sat beside me.He lifted the soap veil between us and said, "It depends on human effort."

The distance is too close, so close that the fine hairs on Mao Ji's face are clearly visible, and the gentle breath is on each other's face and neck. I feel Mao Ji's breath, and my heart suddenly calms down.

"It depends on man's will." Repeating Mao Ji's words, I leaned forward, wanting to have a forehead-to-forehead intimate contact with Mao Ji.But... have you ever had the experience of being licked by the brim of your hat?

18

The road in the middle of the village is narrow, and Mao Ji and I got out of the carriage as soon as we entered the village, and only the groom was waiting for us at the entrance of the village.

Wells, fields... I have recalled countless scenes, and they are resurrected in front of my eyes.When we met for the first time, Brother Tang said, "It's unlucky for a water tool to fall into the well". Who would have thought that three lifetimes of reincarnation would have passed between them.

Dream life.

I made a sigh of life towards the well, and when I looked up, I saw Mao Ji who was also looking into the well with his head down.I looked at the Zao yarn that was about to fall into the well, and estimated how likely it was that Mao Ji, who was focusing on seeing the old scene of his hometown again, would recover his memory.

In this life, I have never told Mao Ji anything about the past life, but I can’t guarantee it. If Mao Ji revisits this old place, he will remember something.

As I was pondering, Mao Ji raised his head, facing the mouth of the well, he asked doubtfully, "What's in this well?"

...has your brains left behind.

19

Being interrupted by such a distraction, the feeling of closeness to the hometown is completely gone.I pressed the brim of my hat down, and dragged Mao Ji, who still wanted to look into the well, to brother Tang's house.

The two houses in the distance are quite close to each other, and the walls of the two houses are all dilapidated traces left by the wind and rain.I stared at the two courtyard walls for a moment, and panicked for no reason.

The courtyard wall, no.It's not the one that Brother Tang and I have repaired.

The gate of the house on the west side was not closed, and through the gate, one could vaguely see an old lady sitting on a low stool, bending over to weave wicker.The old lady hung her head, her forehead was covered by loose hair, making it difficult to see her face clearly.

Mao Ji followed my gaze and looked at the old lady. He took a few steps forward, but he didn't see me following him. He turned around and asked, "Is that the person you want to save? Ma Youtang?"

Without answering Mao Ji's words, I ran to the east side of the house.

The courtyard door was not locked, and when it was buckled hard, the courtyard door was pushed open a crack.In the courtyard, a woman who was holding a vegetable basin and seemed to be washing vegetables looked at me when she heard the sound.She took a few steps towards me with the vegetable bowl in her arms, looked at me warily, and asked, "Who are you?"

Although the voice was thin, it was mixed with a rough feeling that is rare for women.

I looked at the tightly covered neck of this woman, and suddenly wanted to turn around and run away.

"Little Hoof, who are you talking to?"

Accompanied by this sound, a woman in her early thirties came out of Sister Wan's room.When the woman heard the woman's words, she visibly shrank for a moment, then lowered her head and went to the water tank to scoop up water and wash vegetables.

The woman glanced at the woman scooping up water, raised her leg and kicked the woman, scolded: "With such a little water, can you wash it clean?"

The woman's kick must have been severe, and the woman who kicked straight staggered a bit before she could stand still.The water in the vegetable bowl splashed out and wet the woman's front, but the woman didn't say a word, she just wore the wet sarong and continued to scoop up water to wash the vegetables.

The woman snorted and ignored the woman, she raised her hand to support the cloth scarf on her head, and asked the woman what she had just asked through the crack of the door again.It's just that when the woman spoke, she was only vigilant, but when it was this woman, she was really impatient.The two nasolabial folds at the corners of her lips became more profound with the word "who", forming an extremely fierce face.

Facing the two strangers in the courtyard, I felt as if something was stuck in my throat, and my throat was sore and stuffy that I couldn't speak a word.

No, everything in this courtyard is wrong.

The courtyard door that was only opened a crack was pulled aside by Mao Ji. He walked in front of me and stood between me and the woman, and said, "We are distant relatives of Ma Youtang."

"Ma Youtang? I found the wrong place."

The expected words came out of the woman's mouth, and she wanted to close the courtyard door after she finished speaking.I stretched out my hand from behind Mao Ji and pulled the courtyard door.

"Ma Wanbao, I'm looking for Ma Wanbao." The voice that came to my ears was like a dead branch scraping the ground, it was so hoarse that it was unbearable to hear.

The woman didn't close the door when she heard Ma Wanbao's name. She glanced at me over Mao Ji who was standing in front of me, and asked, "What do you want him for?"

Before I could answer, a man who looked a few years older than the woman also came out of Sister Wan's room.When he walked by the woman's side, he took a peek at the woman, but was quickly averted by the woman's cough.

I looked at the mediocre-looking man in front of me, didn't say anything, turned around, and pulled Mao Ji away.

The woman's cries came from behind, and finally, all of them were scattered in the wind.Intermittent voice, pieced together, seems to have only four words - wishful thinking.

That's right, I should have thought a long time ago that there is no Brother Tang in Dongchang anymore, but I still want to rewrite the past, rewrite the self with the elm head.

Love is deep, but I don't know.

He walked towards the entrance of the village with a dull head, and when he got to the well, Mao Ji suddenly took off the veiled cap on his head.He stopped suddenly, and with a soft sound when the curtain cap fell to the ground, Mao Ji pushed his body to the edge of the well.When the calf touched the well platform, the thin pain was negligible, and the feeling of being crumbling came from the leg, and then radiated to every cell and nerve in the whole body with lightning speed.At this moment, here, the only person who can act as the life-saving straw is the person in front of him.

The warm tip of the tongue is like a brush, and it is drawn along the lips. Contrary to the gentle feeling, it is the pain spreading from the back.

It seemed that Mao Ji could strangle the person to pieces and melt into his body with a little more strength.

After the kiss, Mao Jiwei panted and buried her head by her neck, "I wanted to do this when I first met you" rang out from my ears, and at the end of the words was Yi Xi.

20

It stands to reason that it should be a good thing for the memory to come back.But brother Tang and I, who were sitting in the carriage at this time, were both a little gloomy.The joy that was born because Brother Tang recovered his memory disappeared after I said the rules I had summed up.

Thinking about the past few lives, brother Tang always received lunch and finished work shortly after recovering his memory.Is that a coincidence, or inevitable?If it is inevitable, in this life, can brother Tang return to the body of others after death like in the previous life?

No solution.

From here on, when I was concentrating on worrying about Brother Tang's uncertain future, Brother Tang, the client, was not very focused.The most inattentive point is reflected in——

"But please have fun for a while."

...Go to hell with your sister for a while.My back still hurts, and my mouth is almost swollen from gnawing. My mouth was fine before I got into the carriage, but now my mouth is swollen after getting off the carriage. What do you make the coachman think?

Brother Tang's wish was not fulfilled, so he had to straighten his mind and talk about business.

What brother Tang said was serious, not to speculate with me about whether he would die in a while, but to question the current world in which he lived.Brother Tang believes that although the current world of "Sisters Are Easy to Marry" overlaps with the world of "Shemale" on the time axis, they are not the same world.

I listened to Brother Tang's words and nodded, and I couldn't think of any other way of thinking to explain what happened in front of me.However, logically speaking, whether it is "Sister Yi Marriage" or "Shemale", they should both belong to the big world of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio". If you think about it according to my way of thinking, Brother Tang's deduction becomes a paradox .

I rubbed my head that was about to become a paste, let out a long breath, and said, "Let's wait and see if you die."