love you like a song

The old man did not answer her unreasonable question, but rolled up his wide sleeves, and spoke in a serious manner. "Little girl, this is not the place for you to come, go back quickly."

In the land of Britain, this old man in ancient Chinese clothes looked so out of place, just like himself.Mu Zi'an watched him scrutinize himself seriously, suddenly a little funny, and laughed too.

——In her 30s, some people still call her a little girl.

"I'm not"

She bent her eyes, lowered her head with a smile, saw the light blue sweater she was wearing, and was suddenly speechless...

Sweaters aren't weird, but this one is problematic.Because Gu Nan bought this sweater for her not long ago, she couldn't wear it at all at the age of 30.Seeing that his transparent little hands did not have the seal of the underworld, Mu Zi'an's heart was filled with bewilderment bit by bit.

After a long silence, she asked two questions drowsily.

"who are you?"

"Why can't I come here?"

no sound...

Is that old man gone?

Mu Zi'an raised his head.

She was wrong - the old man didn't leave... He stood in front as if he didn't hear the question, lowered his head and seriously fiddled with the yellow leather lantern in his hand.

Mu Zi'an wisely didn't continue to shout, his gaze followed the old man, shifted to the lantern, and observed carefully.

The yellow leather lantern in his hand is very delicate, and the brown-red horse painted on it is unknown who painted it. The candlelight is beating, just like the horse is moving and galloping, trying to get out of the paper.

All the shadows bypassed the place where the old man was shining, hanging around from a distance, watching, but not daring to approach.

The old man suddenly opened his mouth and smiled, waking Mu Zi'an who was immersed in the lantern scene.

"Interested in this too?"

"Little girl, what did you see?"

"My life, grandpa."

"Are you from Jiuzhou?"

"Yes."

Mu Zi'an felt awkward, Jiuzhou was another name for ancient China, but the old man called China "Jiuzhou" so naturally, it was not against harmony at all.

"It's been a long time since I saw people from Jiuzhou." The old man sighed with nostalgic eyes.

In this way, it seems that he is thousands of years old.

too weird……

Mu Zi'an paused for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and asked.

"Grandpa, who are you?"

The old man didn't speak, but turned to look at Mu Zi'an.

He glanced up and down, looking at Mu Zi'an furiously, and Mu Zi'an forced a smile.

"What have you been looking at since just now?"

"Who is behind you?" the old man said suddenly.

When the old man said this so suddenly, Mu Zi'an's scalp exploded, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.Although ghosts have no hairs and are not afraid, but Mu Zi'an is afraid.

The candlelight was already dim, and the old man's face was blurred and very gloomy.Mu Zi'an swallowed, goosebumps arose on his back, he really felt that there was something standing behind him.

No, Lily is coming, right?

The old man stretched out his hand, stroked her shoulder, and asked softly. "Why did she help you? What's so special about you?"

Mu Zi'an retorted stammeringly. "Help me, it's obviously taking over my body."

The old man lowered his head and didn't intend to ask her to answer at all. He pinched his fingers for a while and murmured. "So it's you, no wonder I'm familiar with it, I remember meeting you last time."

After recovering, he stared at Mu Zi'an and said.

"Son, you have no future, do you know that?"

This, changing the topic, the thinking is really jumping.

"what?"

what?

Mu Zi'an felt his head was a mess, and always felt that there seemed to be an undercurrent surging behind him, so he was afraid that when he turned around and saw Lily's smiling face, his whole nerves tensed up.

She still said with some worry.

"Then behind me..."

"What are you afraid of her? She is you." The old man said.

Mu Zi'an froze, and glanced at the old man's expression.She suddenly realized a fact clearly: she and the old man were definitely not talking about the same person.

The old man didn't care about her daze, he stood in front of the fork of the two roads, and said to Mu Zi'an. "You are indeed her. The paths you choose are exactly the same. It's really interesting."

"However, you are in trouble now." The old man looked at Mu Zi'an. "You are entangled by unclean things! The soul is separated from the body, and after a long time, you will not be able to go back."

Hearing what he said, Mu Zi'an almost knelt down.She didn't understand the first half of the sentence, but the old man got to the point in the second half of the sentence. She was indeed haunted by a wronged soul...

The atmosphere became treacherous, and the old man's stable demeanor made Mu Zi'an inexplicably close.She suddenly noticed one of the old man's words... living soul.

Am I not dead yet?

"You are not dead."

It turned out that she had already asked the question unconsciously.

Mu Zi'an was speechless.

The old man's thoughts jumped quickly, he noticed the amulet hanging on Mu Zi'an's neck, and said.

"Who gave it to you?"

"Shi Qing." Mu Zi'an said with a trembling voice.

The old man didn't speak, just kept looking at the lantern with a blank expression on his face, and didn't know if he listened or not.He frowned and looked at the sky, after a while, he pondered for a moment, and patted Mu Zi'an on the shoulder.

"Things are not right, there is a lot of yin here, go back to the place where you live now and talk about it."

It was eleven o'clock at this time, and the sky seemed to be covered with a curtain, and it was pitch black.There is no one on the street, and the lonely street lamp emits a dim light.

One after the other they came to the house of the old British couple.

"No wonder, this is the former residence of the wronged soul who occupied your body in the previous life." The old man glanced at the writing on the attic wall, then turned to look at Mu Zi'an.

"Now tell me what happened to you, one by one, and don't hide anything from me."

Mu Zi'an then explained the events before and after rebirth in detail.

The old man listened carefully, and when Mu Zi'an finished speaking, he sighed.

"You are confused, I think you have the root of wisdom to give it to you... You have never doubted it, and you can be reborn because of too much obsession without paying any price? If that is the case, the world will be messed up."

Mu Zi'an's eyes were red.

"I didn't know what to think at the time. I was fascinated by ghosts, and I didn't think in this direction at all."

This unintentional remark seemed to have touched the old man, and he squinted his eyes thoughtfully.

Mu Zi'an said.

"I see, is it Lily who was reborn, not me?"

The old man shook his head, didn't say anything, and looked at the sky.

"Do you know the exact time?"

"Eleven o'clock in the evening." Mu Zi'an looked at the street stall watch in his hand and said.

The old man heard it and turned to look at her. "Little girl, you have a chance to go back, and now it's up to you to choose whether you want it or not." He paused. "You have failed before, and you are mentally prepared, then decide."

Mu Zi'an made his heart pound as he spoke, he hesitated and said. "Why do you say I failed..."

"Because I knew you in the previous life. I gave you the chance to be reborn, but it failed... I never thought that Granny Meng would take the credit for this, take the credit, and use you to fight..."

The old man suddenly stopped talking, quietly waiting for Mu Zi'an's decision.

Mu Zi'an was in a daze, as if she had touched the edge of a huge and incomprehensible situation. At the age of 30, I seem to have failed. Logically, I cannot be reborn...

So how did she get reborn?

I don’t have any memory of this, so I should have known it earlier... At the age of 30, she wouldn’t cry because she couldn’t borrow a pen, nor would she fall in love with her adoptive mother after 30 years without falling in love…

And why didn't I suspect that my stomach problem in junior high school was not serious enough to sign a critical illness notice... Maybe, at that time, the 30-year-old soul dissipated... So even the inherited knowledge is fragmented and incomplete.

She's really a kid—a wayward kid who thinks she's 30.

Mu Zi'an should have understood a long time ago.Why does Shi Qing, who sees everything clearly, draw his immature appearance instead of his mature self; why in the revolving lantern, when recalling his life, he did not see his previous life...

Did she help herself?

Is it because she silently helped her resist the wronged soul for a period of time?

Did she completely dissipate?

The old man was waiting for Mu Zi'an's answer, looked down at his yellow leather lantern, and suddenly smiled—hehe, Granny Meng cheated his horse like this thousands of years ago, it's time to forget it now...

"It's almost early morning, do you want to enter the City of Life and Death Chess?"

"want."

Seeing her answering quickly, the old man hesitated, and confirmed again. "Are you sure? After you fail, your soul will be scattered. You have no future."

Hearing this, Mu Zi'an smiled and asked the old man firmly.

"Knowing that there is a chance to return to Nannan, how could I give up?"

"Okay. Come in with me."

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