ghost ferry

"If it is said that I was too accommodating and became a prisoner of love, I deserve to bear the loneliness alone and turn around nostalgic—————!"

The shrill voice almost pierced the eardrums, but the originally clear and beautiful tone made the tune long and sharp, like sharp blades rubbing against each other, making the teeth sore and suffering.

Ye Zhou had just finished his spell lessons all afternoon, and was walking down the street with a backpack on his back, covering his ears with his hands.

The vegetable seller was delighted when he saw him like this: "Xiao Zhou, is the singing of the red lady nice?"

Ye Zhou: "..."

He listened all the way with his back on his back, okay? !It sounds weird.

Ye Zhou was about to cry, so he approached him and bent over to pick vegetables.There are many ghost dealers selling vegetables along the way, but his family grows the sweetest cabbage.

There are often many strange things in the ghost market. Some things have been cast as toys by the adults, and they are usually sold out in one go.Just like the sound-insulating stone placed on the uncle's shop now, it can isolate noise.

Hong Niangzi is doing quite well here.

These ghosts lived a normal life after death, neither fighting nor grabbing, each had their own quirks, and they were considerate of each other, so naturally they didn't care too much about Hong Niang's behavior of disturbing the people.

He has never tasted what it is like to be a human being. He was born as a Ming clan, and he was born to live in the underworld.Speaking of which, the Ming clan has one more life than the ghost, and it is not considered a life. It can only be said that if the Ming clan dies because of fighting against evil spirits and maintaining the underworld, their memory will be erased after death, and they will have a chance of reincarnation, and then their souls will fly away.

The lifespan of the Ming people is very long. After a natural death, they will disappear directly into the world and will not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

The old man argued with his neighbors for a while, and he was having fun for a long time. After receiving the spirit stone from Ye Zhou, he sighed and said, "Xiao Zhou, don't come to my place to buy vegetables in the future."

Ye Zhou was caught off guard by the news, "You...?"

The uncle patted his head kindly, "It's time to go. I made an appointment with my good friend on the street to reincarnate tomorrow. Xiao Zhou, have a good time."

Ghosts cannot stay in a ghost town forever.

These ghosts are not like the Hades who have a human-like body. They will gradually become weaker and weaker if they live in the ghost city.

For this reason, many ghosts feel:

If you stay here, you will be out of your wits, so you might as well go to the mirror stage to have a look.He had already died once, so what is there to be afraid of when his soul flies away.

Although the ghosts in the ghost town have physical bodies, they have no feelings, and most of the vegetables they grow are sold to ghosts like him.If you want to feel it, you have to go to the ghost market to exchange for the expensive synesthesia jade, which is a one-time item.

Unable to get close to people, the spirit becomes more and more empty, and the memory gradually disappears. At this time, the unbearable loneliness will push the ghosts to enter the reincarnation.

This is a good thing.

End this life and start a new adventure.

But these people had watched him grow up, and Ye Zhou was used to treating them as relatives.

Ye Zhou felt stuffy in his heart, but still had a smile on his face: "Are you going to leave without participating in the Night Tour Festival?"

The uncle said with emotion: "It can't be done. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear to leave when the time comes."

He has never tasted the feeling of being lost, but he has heard of it.Disintegration of the soul is not as simple as death. The human soul is like the core of the human being, and the ashes are like destroying the spirit directly, and the whole person is cut into pieces and exposed to the world. tear you apart.

It is thousands of times more uncomfortable than death, and all traces left by this person in the world will also be erased, as if they have never been here.

After a few words of self-comfort, Ye Zhou was sincerely happy that they had entered reincarnation.After chatting with the uncle for a few words, Ye Zhou bought today's ingredients and went home.

The doors and windows of the small attic were open, the room was bright, and the cold air was swirling around, blowing the grass and trees.

Ye Ming was sitting behind the table facing the light, his slender jade-like hands were clean-cut, and the posture of holding the pen was pleasing to the eye.

He spread the paper with his wrists hanging to write, the black hair on his forehead hung down naturally, his handsome face had a white jade-like texture under the light, his facial features were profound, and there was a little cool light in his black pupils.

Ye Zhou licked his lips, feeling a little bewildered watching this scene, and felt itchy in his heart.

Ye Ming held his breath and finished writing a piece of paper and rolled it up, then looked over with a gentle expression, and smiled slightly: "You're back?"

Ye Zhou said: "Brother is writing policy theory again?"

"Ah."

Ye Zhou was carrying a pannier, and touched the hem of his clothes with his fingers, feeling that there was nowhere to put it. Finally, he pinched the bamboo shoulder strap on his chest, and said softly: "Then, I won't bother brother...I'll go Prepare dinner."

Ye Ming watched him turn and go downstairs, the coolness in his eyes gradually turned into tenderness.

Ye Zhou always knew that Ye Ming was different from him. Ye Ming was not an ordinary Ming clansman, but the third son of Ming Lord.

When the neighbors heard about it, they would wink at him and respectfully call him the third young master.

—I don’t know how I came here to become a boatman.

The meticulous strategy written by that hand will be directly passed on to the master of the underworld, which is equivalent to the memorial in the human world, and I...

Ye Zhou couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.

When he first realized that he had a heart for Ye Ming, Ye Zhou had a hard time.He and Ye Ming live together, eat and sleep together, every movement of Ye Ming is like a gap in the sky in his eyes, blatantly denouncing his dirty thoughts.

But fortunately, he will be the person who will take over the ghost ferry in the future. Ghosts come and go, life and death wander, and he gradually understands that the floating world is a big dream.

As long as Ye Ming doesn't hate his approaching, he can approach his sweetheart cautiously day after day.

——But after all, I dare not reveal it, and have been sneaky and timid for so many years.

But tomorrow is the night tour festival, at least this time, tell him before my brother leaves.If he refuses, his brother will not come back, and it will also prevent the two of them from being uncomfortable.

Ye Ming is naturally a young master who doesn't touch the sun with his fingers. When he first came here, he didn't cook, and later Ye Zhou volunteered to take care of the meals, let alone let him do anything.

Ye Zhou learned the skill of making soup with his hands from Granny Meng next door. After dinner, the two of them sat on both sides of the long bench with a cup of hot bone soup with radish in their hands after dinner, warming their hands and stomach.

The tender meat on the bone is simmered until crispy and blended into the soup, and the sliced ​​white radish is plump and bright, and it is fragrant and sweet when you bite into it.The fragrance of white radish blends with the umami taste of tube bone, sprinkled with sporadic green onion, which makes people's index finger move.

Ye Ming really likes to drink some soup after meals, he always feels that the soup made by Ye Zhou is more delicious than all the soups he's had before, but maybe it's because he loves the house.With a smile in his eyes, he took a sip of the soup, and heard Ye Zhou muffled, "Brother, Uncle Liu, who sells vegetables today, said that they will leave tomorrow."

Ye Ming seemed to understand what he meant, and leaned closer to him, the temperature on the soup cup directly warmed his heart.

Ye Ming said: "Life and death go back and forth, cloudy and sunny. The ferry has been built for so many years, you must know that there is a lesson to learn from life, and don't hurt death. All things travel against each other, and time passes by."

Ye Zhou: "I know, I'm just talking to you."

No one knows the laws of life and death in the world better than the Mingzu people.Some ghosts are born with resentment, and the Hades who resolve the events of the underworld and the human world in resentment all the year round are easily attacked by pessimism.

Especially those ghost crossers, seeing the ghosts struggling on the verge of life and death or disappearing into ashes, they are prone to feel the sadness of the world, and even feel disheartened.

He watched Ye Ming finish the soup in the cup, put it on the low table, walked over and half hugged him, the familiar breath enveloped him completely.Ye Zhou raised his head and smiled, and put down the soup cup casually. His delicate face was half-lit and half-dark in the moonlit night, and his amber-like pupils were as firm and warm as water.

"Brother Ming, I'm not a child anymore, and I won't bother myself anymore. The joys and sorrows of the world complement each other, and I know it. The world has all kinds of situations, and all living beings can only see the big picture from a distance. In short, I'm just a crossing ghost. People don't need to use other people's sorrows and joys to add luster to themselves."

Ye Ming looked at him in amazement, his eyes were bright, as bright as the stars, and he spoke with approval: "Not bad."

Encouraged by his tone, Ye Zhou boldly hugged Ye Ming's waist directly, and looked at him as if a strong man cut off his wrist: "Brother, are you leaving for the night tour tomorrow?"

He clenched his hands slightly, looking at Ye Ming with a little urgency in his eyes, the hidden thoughts in his heart broke through the ground, piercing the soil layer and eagerly waiting for the flowers to bloom, regardless of whether it was sunshine or wind and rain waiting for him.

——But unexpectedly, Ye Ming said:

"Don't go."

Ye Zhou was discouraged all of a sudden, and those gushing emotions quickly poured into his heart. All his boldness disappeared in an instant, and he let go of his hand suddenly as if he had been burned: "Aren't you leaving?!"

Ye Ming used to leave for a day or a few days every night tour festival, how could he not leave this time?Then he...was planning to express his feelings just now, but fortunately he was not quick to speak!

Ye Ming looked at his expression carefully, his beautiful brows gathered together: "What? Ah Zhou doesn't want your brother to stay?"

"No," Ye Zhou dared not look up at him, his face flushed with embarrassment, "It's just that you will go home every time, I thought..."

Ye Ming's eyes were soft, and he said with a smile: "This time, I will spend the holiday with you."

The author has something to say:

No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me how warm the porridge is.I'm so jealous of Ye Ming...