Being a ghost and having multiple personalities

It was indeed difficult to live alone. In the first few days, Zhang Lingyue couldn't sleep all night, and he was extremely bored during the day.Now the weather is getting colder and colder. At this time before, the servants of the family had already prepared a stove for him, but now he is the only one left in the house. It takes him half a day to light a fire, let alone what to use to keep warm.

Zhong Guchen still thought of him, and asked him to spend the winter at home many times, but Zhang Lingyue refused.Firstly, he didn't want to trouble others, and secondly, he was afraid that Ah Huan would not find him when he came back.

There was always a time when the family had finished eating, so Zhang Lingyue tried to find some work outside, but he was always clumsy and was scolded a lot.

Sometimes he scolds himself in his heart for being a waste, but the more he blames himself for being worthless, the easier it is for him to think about the past.

Everything before seems very ordinary. The wind and rain that I missed before are ordinary past events that I dismissed, but when I look back, I feel as if I am drowning in the deep sea...

But so what?Life still has a lot to look forward to...

Fen Chang came, this time he was not wearing red clothes, but a green shirt with a fan in his hand, exuding the Confucianism of a scholar.

He held a round black clay pot in his arms, and put the pot on the table opposite the door as soon as he entered.

"It looks good, I bought it with the money I got from selling clothes at 'Qinrou Pavilion'! The cloth is still comfortable in the world!"

Zhang Lingyue looked shocked, "You are there... you sell clothes..."

"Ok!"

Fen Shang was still admiring his new clothes with his head down, Zhang Lingyue then asked about the jar.

He turned the jar around and looked at it carefully, but he didn't find anything special except that it was extremely heavy because it was full of things.

"What's in this jar?"

Fen Shang sat down with a flat face, and casually tapped the body of the can with the index finger joint of his right hand, "Ah Huan!"

"what?"

Zhang Lingyue thought he heard it wrong, so he looked at the jar carefully, "What is this?"

"A Huan sealed himself in the jar, and he didn't know what he was doing! But before he went in, he asked me to send the jar to you if he had time. He said, the first person he saw must be you !"

"Did he not tell you what he was doing?"

"No, who knows what this psycho is doing!"

Zhang Lingyue began to look at the jar again, only then did he realize that there was a word engraved on the top edge of the jar——歌!

Zhang Lingyue suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Is this jar his?"

Fen Shang shook his head, "How is it possible, how could he have such exquisite things. I borrowed them from Granny Meng, and she has the most pots and jars."

Zhang Lingyue thought about it thoughtfully, "I seem to know..."

Zhang Lingyue touched the word, "Can you take me to the underworld?"

Fen Shang nodded, "Okay, what's wrong!"

When they went to the underworld, the jar would naturally not be left at home, so they could only carry it with them, but it was too heavy, so Fen Shang shouldered the heavy responsibility of holding the jar.

"If I knew you were coming to the underworld, I wouldn't have sent you jars all the way!"

While speaking, they had reached the bridge of Naihe. The shouts of "murder ghosts" disturbed Zhang Lingyue's ears "buzzing", and the insults of the two local officials were faintly visible in it.

Fen Shang said, "What did you come to find that Meng Po, you didn't come here specifically to thank her for lending you the pot, did you?"

"Meng Po, did she say what her name is?"

"Meng Po? I only know her surname is Meng, what's the matter?"

At this time, they had come to the steaming cauldron.

"Come on, what's the matter?"

Granny Meng looked at them with a smile on her face, but she didn't stop stirring the long spoon in her hand.

"Grandma, can I talk to you?"

"Talk?" Granny Meng smiled, "No ghost is willing to talk to me more, you child from the world, what do you want to say?"

"Just chat casually!"

Granny Meng kept smiling, took out the long spoon and hung it on the side of the pot.Afterwards, she took Zhang Lingyue and Fen Chang to kneel and sit beside the flowers on the other side of the Wangchuan River.

Said, "This is the most beautiful place in the underworld, but it is also the saddest place. I often sit here alone, and I always feel that I can think of something else!"

"Grandma, where are your family members before you were alive?"

"It's the Year of the Monkey, and I don't remember anything."

Zhang Lingyue touched the word on the jar again, and said seriously, "Grandma still remembers, Yangge?"

"Yangge?" Granny Meng kept smiling, frowned for a moment, but then remained kind, "That's my name, how did you know?"

Zhang Lingyue couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and asked, "Do you really not remember any relatives you have?"

Granny Meng thought about it for a while, then smiled and shook her head, "Maybe, but I must have been cast several times. In fact, every year on the Ghost Festival, I also like to join in the fun and go to the world to see. To be honest, I really feel that there is something about me in the world, but I have long since forgotten all about it.”

Zhang Lingyue nodded, picked up the jar and stood up, saying, "Thank you mother-in-law, I will bring him to chat with you when Ah Huan comes back!"

Zhang Lingyue didn't expect that Qi Huan's biological mother "Yang Ge" was actually Meng Po who had lived in the underworld for a long time. He wished he could smash the jar on the spot and let Qi Huan come out and tell him that his biological mother was by his side!

[The author has something to say]: The next chapter is over, even I feel sudden!