moonlit night

"Luo'er, it's really me." Ning Yuanmei let the tears flow down again.She grasped Sha Luo's desperately withdrawn hand, pulled out the lotus root flower hairpin stuck in the bun with her backhand, and let her black hair fall like a waterfall.The woman lowered her head very low, grabbed the girl's hand and put it on the back of her head, slowly groped inward, and said as she touched:

"Do you still remember the scar on my sister's head? You were naughty when you were a child, and you accidentally cut it with a hairpin. You bled a lot at that time. You were so scared that you cried. I told you if I told you to cry again. I couldn’t stop crying. I was young at the time, and I didn’t know how to deal with it so that it wouldn’t leave a scar. I didn’t tell others, and I just used white grass to stop the bleeding, so even though the wound healed, this scar remained. Remember ?"

When Ning Yuanmei started to say these words, Sha Luo's face was still blank, but after hearing the latter, his expression gradually became confused.

Her previous memory was completely destroyed by the nail that was slapped into the back of her head by the blood pool of the ghost clan and the master of the underworld. Even if it was taken out by Su Xihe later, she could no longer remember many things clearly.So she lost the ability to recall the past, and therefore, no habit of recalling the past.

But just now, what the woman beside him said seemed to overlap with a certain scene that flashed before him, making Shara see himself once again.

"Sister, does it hurt?" The little man was crying, and while applying the ground white grass to the bloody wound of the little girl, he puffed up his cheeks and blew air there desperately, "Hey Luoer Just blow on it, it won't hurt anymore."

"My dear snail, don't blow it, it's so cold." The little girl twisted and twisted, trying to avoid the cold and numb feeling on the top of her head.Seeing that the little man curled his lips and was about to cry again, she smiled and rolled her eyes, quickly took the little man's hand, and said seriously: "If you don't cry, I won't be in pain. Don't worry, this is our secret, I won't Tell Dad, if you don't believe me, come and hook up with sister."

"Who the hell are you...?" Shaluo hissed, and the five fingers that Ning Yuanmei held into his hair began to struggle violently.She had a splitting headache and didn't want to continue recalling, so she desperately wanted to withdraw her hand, but at this moment, she felt something cold was stuffed into her hand.

"This lotus root hairpin is your favorite hairpin," Ning Yuanmei murmured, "I don't know how many times I lost it when I was young, but I found it this time, so don't lose it again."

Feeling the person in her arms twitching suddenly, she lowered her head and saw the girl closed her eyes weakly, her brows were full of pain.She couldn't bear to see him continue to suffer, so she bent down, kissed him on the forehead, and said: "If you are tired, go to sleep, I won't disturb you. I... will accompany you."

Shara's eyelashes moved once, then moved again, and opened them again with difficulty.She started to stare blankly at a point in the void, let out a light breath, and gradually clenched the hand holding the hairpin.She even showed a somewhat stiff smile, and said to the distance as far as she could see: "I finally...can I go home with you?"

There was a cautiousness in those words, and the girl was timid, but full of hope. She was completely different from the vicious and cunning ghost Rakshasa girl before.

Yue Qingchen stood not far away, seeing this scene, her heart suddenly ached.

When she said those words, he seemed to see Bi Luo before that shocking accident.

The titular Second Miss lived a humble and wronged life, and had to please everyone in the family in exchange for surviving in the cracks.And the only one who can treat her with sincerity is Mu Qingping.

But even Mu Qingping is not alone.Perhaps, Biluo is more like an after-dinner adjustment, a playmate after school, when Mu Qingping is thinking about Biluo's future, he is just thinking about how to better protect her under his wings and protect her. She lived in peace and joy all her life.

But peace and joy have always been two words with different meanings.Peace comes from the encounters in the body, but joy is the feeling of the heart.Everyone can see whether she is safe or not, but only she knows whether she is happy or not.

But what exactly does she want?No one can tell, and no one is interested in knowing.Maybe even she herself couldn't tell clearly. When she was rarely asked, she just smiled embarrassedly and said that she hoped to be able to walk with her sister all the time.

This is Biluo's obsession all her life, but it is also the obstacle that has trapped her all her life.

She should not be someone's vassal, she only has one life, she should live for herself.

But that obsession has long been fused into the flesh and blood, and they are inseparable.If she is really separated and abandoned, just like Shara whose memory has been erased, she will no longer be her.

It's sad, but who can arbitrarily judge this persistence?

"Don't... don't get angry with me again, okay?" The girl was still lying in Ning Yuanmei's arms, staring faintly at that point in the void.She didn't get a response to the previous question, so she muttered again with difficulty: "It's so dark and cold here, Luo'er... Luo'er wants to go home."

Yue Qingchen was still silent, Ye Zhiqiu walked to him and stood beside him, frowned and said in a low voice: "This is her home, Mu's home has been destroyed by her own hands, where else does she want to go?"

His tone was not good, and he deliberately lowered his voice when speaking, obviously not wanting Ning Yuanmei to hear.Yue Qingchen knew that Ye Zhiqiu didn't like this little demon girl who was making troubles everywhere, she could even be called disgusted, and she wasn't really asking her where she wanted to go, but she still thought about it, and replied lightly: "Maybe, she wants to go back. to 30 years ago."

Perhaps what she was talking about here was not the island in the middle of the lake, but the golden Buddha statue that trapped her back then, the place where she was torn into pieces.

Or maybe, even after so many years, the girl was still trapped in the ruined temple in the sea of ​​flames and never came out.No one wanted her to continue to grow up, so she never grew up again, and Mu Qingping in her heart will always stay in the moment when she was a teenager, when she was dressed in a fiery red wedding dress.

That should have been the happiest moment for her and her, but because of various coincidences that couldn't be explained why they got together, it became the beginning of misfortune for each other in this life.

Every step after that is being pushed forward by others, and every step is involuntary.

But it was this step after step that led her to the abyss of destruction.

No matter how downcast others are, most of them are the result of their own choices. There is nothing to complain about, and nothing to sympathize with.But Biluo was born without a choice, so she looked rather pitiful.

Perhaps, Biluo once fought with Mu Qingping's words of hatred, which is a knot in Biluo's heart that cannot be untied in this life. If Ning Yuanmei wants Biluo to leave without any worries, he can only go back to that time, or even earlier.

Yue Qingchen thought, she must know what to do.

"Well, the bad guys have been driven away. The carriage is waiting outside the door. We will go home now." The woman in the bi skirt hugged the shivering body of the girl and said softly, "When have I ever been angry with you? I will never I'll be angry with you. Just now, I was too scared, so I didn't choose what to say. I know that Luo'er is a generous and good girl, so forgive me this time, okay?"

"Sister, don't be afraid... I can protect you. If those little ghosts see me, they may not be able to run in time, and they will be swallowed by me." The girl sneered, her smile was innocent and cruel, and then she raised her head again. lips.

"I know," she suddenly became happy, with the characteristic coquettishness of a child acting like a baby, "I know that in this world, only you are good to me."

"No, there is another person besides me." Ning Yuanmei shook his head, "He loves you and respects you. Luoer, he came to me to propose a marriage. He really wants to marry you."

"Marry me... as a wife?" Shaluo opened his eyes wide for a moment, and asked eagerly, "Will there be such a person? Who is he?"

"He said that he is the eldest son of the Luo family." Ning Yuanmei closed his eyes abruptly, "He said his name is Luo Mingchuan, and he looks... like a beautiful tree facing the wind, a good-looking talent. He said that when he first saw you, he fell in love with you You, willing to hire a thousand gold, welcome you to get started."

"Luo...Ming...Chuan," Sha Luo repeated the name in a low voice, tilting his head slightly, "but he is from the Luo family, and isn't my brother-in-law also from the Luo family? If we get closer, will my father agree?"

"What are you calling brother-in-law?" Ning Yuanmei raised her head, feeling tears mixed with rainwater, dripping down her collar into her neck, making her tremble all over, "I don't like that second son of the Luo family anymore, so naturally I won't agree. Marry him. Besides, it doesn't matter what dad agrees to do, as long as you agree and I agree, that's fine. Luo'er, do you agree?"

"Yes," Shaluo hesitated for a moment, then said dejectedly, "But how can I marry before my sister?"

"Do you still remember what I told you before?" Ning Yuanmei said, every word perfectly matched the immature voice in memory, "I want to be the number one medical practitioner in the world, and I will shoulder the responsibility The important task of hanging the pot to help the world. Luo Er, you are a little younger than me, and you can be the second best in the world. However, I still have to find a good marriage for you, so that in the future when I am busy hanging the pot to help the world, he I can protect you for me."

"Okay, then I promise him." Shaluo's withered lips were pale and bloodless, but he tried his best to smile again, "Sister, if I marry that Mr. Luo, after a hundred years, will it be true?" no……

Should they be buried together? "

"If you are husband and wife, you should be buried together." Ning Yuanmei answered subconsciously, but then hurriedly said: "Why don't you bury it? You have a long life, you are still so young, and you will last forever. Luoer , Luoer, do you want to see him? Sister will take you to see him now, okay?"

"I know, he's dead." Shaluo stared blankly at the gloomy rain above, "If he hadn't died, he wouldn't have come to me until now... I don't treat him well, I always despise him , bully him, but I know in my heart that he treats me well. In the Netherworld, he treats me best."

Ning Yuanmei couldn't bear it anymore, and finally burst into tears.She buried her face deeply in the palm of her hand, crying so hard that her heart was broken. In a trance, she felt her fingers being pulled down by someone, and then she fell into a wet and cold embrace.

"Don't cry, sister." Shaluo raised his hand tremblingly, stroked the woman's long wet hair, and said contentedly: "I am very happy to be able to marry him. He listens to me in everything, so... I must will be very happy."

Ning Yuanmei was speechless, Shaluo closed his eyes in satisfaction, and murmured: "Sister, tell Jingli that I don't want his heart anymore. If there is still time, if he is capable enough, let him follow him." Brother, explain everything clearly."

"Jing Li?" Ye Zhiqiu frowned suddenly: "It sounds familiar. Qing Chen, who is Jing Li?"

"Jing Li," Yue Qingchen said expressionlessly, "it's the younger brother of Ningbi Palace Master Jing Zhao, the second son of the Jing family who is said to have died young."

"But he is always good at deceiving people, even better than me," Shaluo reminded intermittently: "Sister, you must...don't be deceived by him. Sister, just smile, good ?"

Ning Yuanmei laughed through tears: "I'm so smart, how could I be deceived by him?"

"Yeah, you're so smart, but you can't lie... I saw it right away." Sha Luo touched the woman's chin and the corners of her lips, and then, as if she had finally run out of strength, she fell back to Ning Yuanmei again. In his arms, "By the way, if you don't bother, just burn me to ashes, and then... sprinkle it into any creek, the kind of water that needs to live.

"So, one day... I can go down the river and join that... that bright..."

When it came to the end, it was already difficult for Shara to pronounce words, and it was more like jumping out word by word.She seemed to have a lot to say, but she opened her mouth slumped, but could only make a gasping sound of "ho ho".

She couldn't say a word anymore, so she could only use her fingers to draw a curved line on the dirt beside her, then another line below, and then a circle, with a few thin lines spreading out on the side.

Biluo didn't have much talent for drawing since she was a child, and she often drew dogs like pigs and lotus root like buns. If she didn't tell, no one would guess what she was drawing.But this time, Ning Yuanmei understood it.

What she painted was a river, shining brightly under the sun.

"It's a pleasure to meet you in Xialuo Mingchuan. Ming is the bright Ming, and Chuan is the river of the river. I wonder if it's possible, can I ask Miss Fang's name?"

These were the words Luo Mingchuan used to introduce himself when he and Mu Qingping met for the first time.As for Biluo, he never even made such a formal self-introduction.

At first it was disdain, but later, it was too late.

Ning Yuanmei stared at the crude painting on the ground for a long time, then turned her gaze back to Sha Luo's face.The girl closed her eyes, her face was gloomy and miserable, but her expression was serene.

The river will eventually flow into the sea, which is also the home of the conch.

Luo Mingchuan, Luo'er is looking for you, please take care of her for me first.

It won't be long before I will definitely come and reunite with you.