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At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, it was a little stuffy, but the air conditioner was able to insulate the heat very well, making the whole space cooler.If there are any deficiencies... probably she wants to enjoy the scenery outside the window, but the sun shines brightly on her face.

There was a slight buzzing sound in the movement of the train, passing through the city and entering the distant mountains, the sky and the fields were full of blue and green combinations, and occasionally a few wires and the like appeared, but it was harmless.

Suddenly, a small house appeared in the interval between the mountains. It looked very old and was made of granite. That's what attracted her.

Would anyone live in such a house?

Before she could take a closer look, the train drove away quickly.

It's a little pity...

Hua Mian drew the curtains and leaned back on the chair to take a nap, anyway, she was still far away from her destination.

In the dream, she was wearing pink embroidered brocade clothes and walking among the antique buildings on embroidered shoes. Everyone she met on the road called her little young mistress. She didn't speak, just nodded with a smile.

It's like watching a TV series, she can't make any movements by herself, she can only stay in the woman's body and watch everything happen.

The deepest impression is the Tianchi facing the gate, which is full of bowl lotuses, as soon as summer arrives, they will all bloom, it is so beautiful, and she seems to like this lotus in the dream, often with a man To appreciate the lotus.

She couldn't see the man's face clearly, she only knew that others called him the third young master, and she was his wife.

Ming Media is marrying the kind who comes in in eight sedan chairs.

The third young master often called her: "Mian'er."

The kind of name that is tender like water, his voice is very nice, clear and bright, like a stream of water that makes people feel good after listening to it for no reason.

This dream has been going on for more than [-] years, and there are almost any scenes, but what impressed her most was the tree that she planted with the third young master.

At that time, someone set up a monument, and she couldn't remember the specific words, but she vaguely remembered that he also carved words on the trunk of the tree, which was a bit high, and she was not allowed to see it. It was a mysterious picture. look.

Although it was just a dream, she felt that she was really loved deeply.

And where she is going now, I heard that there is a big banyan tree, and there is a stone tablet under the tree.

In the afternoon, Hua Mian arrived at her destination.

He's ancestral hall with a big banyan tree.

There are many red ribbons and wooden marriage cards on the big banyan tree. Some ribbons have faded and turned yellow, and some are still flying red and bright.

Hua Mian stopped in front of that tree for a long time, she thought: "Is there any writing on this tree?"

The more I think about it, the more I feel dazed. Even if there are words, can I still climb up to read them?Besides, this tree is tall and strong, how can I climb up it with my disabled hands and feet.

It's better to follow the people in and see what the He's ancestral hall looks like.

She lifted her foot and followed the crowd, looking at the building in front of her while walking.

There is a gilded plaque outside the gate, with the words "He's Ancestral Hall" written on it. Stepping up the steps and entering through the main entrance, what you see is a pool of lush lotus leaves.

The sense of familiarity that came over her face made her stunned on the spot. Although the flowers hadn't bloomed yet, she remembered it clearly. This scene had clearly appeared countless times in her dreams. Every time, there would be a man next to her. Husband...

A chill came to her back, Hua Mian couldn't help comforting herself, "It's all just a coincidence, maybe the rich families in ancient times liked to grow some flowers and plants."

Not wanting to stay around the pool for too long, she quickened her pace and wandered around with the crowd, and stepped into a yard. The yard was very tidy, and the noisy crowd just now spontaneously quieted down when they arrived here, and the noise suddenly subsided. After going down, only the sound of discussion was left.

The main house door to the yard was open, but blocked by a wooden fence.

Hua Mian was puzzled, and looked up. There was a large ladder-like table inside, filled with spiritual tablets. At first glance, it was really scary. No wonder people even spoke weakly when they came here, except for respect. And fear.

Subconsciously, he looked towards the second spiritual position from the left in the third row, which read - the position of He Zizhang.

Next to it, there is a relatively smaller spiritual tablet, which says - Huamian He Zizhang's wife.

A young woman in her twenties stood in the yard, only those two spiritual tablets remained in her eyes, and everything around her retreated like a tide and rushed back into her heart with a powerful force, full of it, as if only Shake it a little and it will overflow and drown her.

Until the end, she didn't know how she left the He's Ancestral Hall. When she returned to the hotel and threw herself on the bed, her mind was blank.

People, do they really have past and present lives?

Does that mean that there are really ghosts and hell?

After taking a bath, Hua Mian closed her eyes exhaustedly, and soon fell asleep.

She didn't notice that a transparent hand was gently covering her eyes.

In the dream, she was standing in the middle of a gray area, and the festive suona sound mixed with the red debris all over the sky gradually came towards her from far and near, penetrating her body and walking forward.

A gust of wind blew over, and the bright red curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and the bride covered with a red hijab could be vaguely seen inside.

Hua Mian suddenly became curious, since it was a dream anyway, it should have nothing to do with the past, right?

Naturally, she took a step and followed. Before she could react, the scene changed quickly. She stood in the room, the red candles shed tears, and the young man opened the door and entered the room, and went straight to the bed where he was sitting quietly side of the bride.

It could be seen that both of them were very nervous, especially the man, whose hands were trembling.

Inexplicably, Hua Mian felt that she was cute.

However, when the red hijab was lifted, she was stupid again.

All along, the little young mistress who never showed her face in her dreams actually looked exactly like her!

She thought of the spiritual tablet she saw in the He's ancestral hall today - Huamian, the wife of He Zizhang.

God...

Hua Mian was startled awake, and opened her eyes at once. The dazzling sunlight fell outside the window. This time, unlike before, she could clearly remember everything she experienced in the dream.

Including He Zizhang affectionately calling her: "Mian'er."

Full of pampering, like trying to drown someone in a honey jar.

After changing her clothes, Hua Mian decided to go out to look for food and relax.It's just a dream, and the content of the dream is still hundreds of years ago. Even if those things happened in the past, it has nothing to do with her now. Let's enjoy the holiday.

While I was thinking about it, I walked around, and after a while, my hands were filled with a lot of food.

At this moment, a small house attracted Hua Mian's attention.

She has seen this house!

Just on the bullet train, the little house between the mountains!

By coincidence, she stepped in.

This is a small shop, the inside is messy, and some places are covered with dust. It seems that the owner is a very lazy person, and the business in the shop is not good.

Isn't it bad?

She had stood in the store for so long and hadn't seen anyone come to greet her, and she hadn't seen anyone other than herself enter the door. The only living things in the store were probably the few cats sleeping on the stairs.

Just as she was about to leave, a little girl stopped her.

"What's the matter?" Qianluo said so, but her eyes kept staring at the food Hua Mian was holding in her hand.

Hua Mian immediately understood what the little girl was thinking, and was a bit dumbfounded. She brought a bag of buns to her and asked, "Are you the only one in the store?"

"Brother, go to bed." Probably because the buns are made of meat, Qianluo was a little happy, so she couldn't help but say a few more words

, "I can listen to you."

listen to me?

Hua Mian looked at Qian Luo in surprise, how did this child know that she was holding back her words?

"Because you saw this." Qianluo glanced at the man behind Hua Mian, but said nothing.

A hair-eating ghost this big was standing there, she couldn't ignore it, and...

Remembering Yin Wuhuo's explanation, Qianluo moved two small benches, one to sit on by herself, and the other beside Hua Mian.

I don't know why, as if it was destined for her to enter a shop, Hua Mian sat down, two girls, one big and one small, held food in their hands.

One opened his mouth to talk, and the other listened silently.

The sound insulation of the small house is not good, and Yin Wuhuo can hear Huamian's voice even when he is lying in the room on the second floor.

This woman is probably bound to a ghost.

The husband in the previous life became a hair eater and waited until she was born, eating her hair when she was a baby, guarding her side, making her have repeated dreams about the previous life, and slowly making her a ghost...

This was originally a harmless thing, but now it has made her suspicious.

Yin Wuhuo thought for a while, and called Hei Zai to bring the hair-eating ghost up.

It was rare that Hei Zai didn't talk back to him, and went downstairs honestly to bring the hair-eating ghost up.

Ever since Yin Wuhuo was kidnapped by Father Huang and returned, something was wrong. Not to mention that his hair had turned more than half gray, even his personality had changed a lot. He could barely speak a few words a day. Saying a few more words gives people the feeling that the whole person is too lazy.

I didn't want to cut my hair, so fortunately I found a rubber band and tied it directly.

In the past, those T-shirts and trousers were not worn, and all of them were replaced by robe-like clothes. Fortunately, he was too lazy to go out now, otherwise he would definitely be surrounded by people.

After Hei Zai brought him up, he squatted on the stairs.

Yin Wuhuo spread out on the bed, tilted his head and looked at the man in front of him.

White clothes and blue hair band, holding a folding fan as warm as water, well, a standard ancient scholar.

"What do you want to do?"

He Zizhang didn't expect the other party's first sentence to be so direct, so he took a moment to answer: "I just want to stay by her side." He was afraid that if he was reincarnated, he would forget her every frown and smile, and after being reborn as a human being, he would become a lover with her. Strangers passing by.

He loves her so much, he doesn't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper. It has taken root in his heart, and he is unwilling to uproot her.

"What if she gets married and has children to live with other men in the future, what should you do?"

"Stay by her side, and when she ends her life, I will always be with her when she is reincarnated as a human again."

Yin Wuhuo glanced at him again, "Why are you so persistent that you never thought about being reincarnated as human beings and living together again?"

"Who can remember anything after drinking Mengpo soup, it's better to keep the memory and look at her like this."

"You won't regret it?"

"Yes, because she doesn't know that I love her."

Yin Wuhuo fell silent, he was really an idiot, an idiot who was so persistent.

It was already dark when we left the shop.

Standing on the unfamiliar road, Hua Mian suddenly had a thought in her heart. What Qian Luo said to her just now seemed to be lingering in her ears: "Why doesn't Big Sister go and see?"

She should go and see, in order to find out everything in the dream.If you don't figure it out, you will always feel that there is a small lump in your heart, which cannot be removed or worn away, and it will itch when you leave it.

Thus, outside the He's Ancestral Hall at night, another guest was ushered in.

The gate of the ancestral hall has been closed, and now there is no one here except Huamian, except for a few light bulbs for lighting, it is even a bit dark here.

The direct consequence of the darkness is that it can create a very sufficient horror atmosphere.

Especially the target of her trip, the big banyan tree.

In the not-so-pure darkness, the swaying of the branches in the wind was still a bit gloomy, not to mention that this was still a family's ancestral hall, and she hadn't forgotten the spiritual seats inside.

Looking at the big banyan tree that was almost two stories high, Hua Mian squeezed her hands, looking for the handwriting carved by the man in her dream bit by bit from bottom to top.

The bark was very rough, and there was a little bit of green moss on it. The woman's delicate fingers touched it little by little, and after a while, she rubbed the dirty marks on her hands.

She stretched her hand higher and higher, until she finally stood up on her toes, and finally her fingertips touched an obvious dent.

Her heartbeat quickened, and Hua Mian quickly took a photo with the flashlight that came with her phone.

There is indeed something on it, only one word.

【companion】

She didn't quite understand what the word meant, but she was sure of one thing.

Her dream is real.

Really, there is a man named He Zizhang who loves her and protects her, for fear that she will be wronged in the slightest.

With a heavy heart, Hua Mian squatted on the tree root in a daze.

Yin Wuhuo hid in the dark and watched He Zizhang sitting on the root of the tree with Hua Mian in a daze.

What two idiots.

The author has something to say: This small chapter can be regarded as an open ending

What will happen to Hua Mian and He Zizhang later, you can make up your own mind~