Candle [Rebirth]

Although Zhao Wu was adopted, he had no worries about food and clothing for many years, but the rich man only pinned his hopes on him because he could not bear children and saw that he was promising.In terms of family affection, how good is it... A few days ago, he heard the rich man discussing with his clan members that he would adopt another child to his knees, so that someone from nowhere would inherit the family property.

The candles flickered, and colorful flowers were painted on the pillars and window frames around, and the night outside the door looked warm and peaceful.Zhao Wu was sitting on the futon, talking very seriously.

"I dreamed of my father and mother. I dreamed that my mother was a flower seller in the caravan. She was good at making fragrance powder. I still remember the smell. The goddess of flowers, they all say that you are in charge of all the flowers in the world. , then is my mother your flower, I really want to see her."

The young man has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, his eyes are bright, and he loves to smile very much. No one would have thought that there are so many worries hidden deep in his heart.He lit three sticks of incense and bowed devoutly. Just as he raised his head, a gust of wind from outside the door blew a flower off the head of the flower god, and it landed in the palm of his hand.

It was a pink-purple hibiscus.

Zhao Wu raised his head in a daze, and said, "Have you heard my wish, Empress Flower God?"

"puff--"

There was a sudden chuckle in the air, Zhao Wu suddenly raised his head and looked around, but he didn't see anyone, the entire Huashen Temple was empty, except for him and the statue in front of him.

"You... who are you?" Zhao Wu boldly asked, "You...what are you laughing at?"

He didn't answer for a long time, just when Zhao Wu thought that the laughter just now was just an auditory hallucination, a girl's voice sounded, the voice was sweet and sweet, reminding people of the sweet-scented osmanthus in August: "I laugh at you silly .”

Zhao Wu was so frightened that he took another three steps back, looked around, and was almost at a loss for words: "You... you, who are you?"

"I," the voice was a little puzzled, and seemed to think for a while before answering, "I don't have a name, so who are you?"

After a pause, the girl continued: "Since the Temple of Flowers was built, no one has come here at night, and you are the first one."

When the night wind blew, Zhao Wu became more courageous for no reason, and a lot of messy drama plots appeared in his mind inappropriately. He swallowed and asked tentatively: "Why is the girl here? Are you here?" ...is it human or..."

"I'm a ghost," the girl replied without hesitation, and she giggled twice, "Shouldn't you know that I'm a ghost, or why are you so afraid?"

Unexpectedly, he guessed right, Zhao Wuyi suddenly felt that his breathing was choked, he turned around and wanted to run, but his legs and feet were so weak that he couldn't even climb up, so he slammed heavily on the threshold. For some reason, the gate of the Temple of Flowers was suddenly closed in front of him, and he heard a very light footstep behind him.

"Girl... Girl, you, you, you, you, what are you wronged about? Why don't you tell Xiaosheng, me, me, me, me... I will help you get rid of your grievances!" In desperation, Zhao Wu hugged his head and shrank in place, He started talking nonsense, "I'm just... just... I haven't crowned yet, so I don't have much yang energy! And there's less meat, it's not tasty at all, don't you, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold hand tapped on his head, and then the girl's voice came from Chi Chi: "Hey, brother, have you read too many drama books? Look up, I want to ask you I swear, I'm a good ghost and never eat people."

Zhao Wu was trembling, not daring to raise his head, the girl was funny and angry, as if she had used some kind of spell, she lightly lifted his head up: "Don't be afraid, come, look here."

really want to-

Zhao Wu turned his head to look, and silently recited the blessings of various bodhisattvas and ghosts in his heart, before he dared to open his eyes and take a sneak peek.

— to die.

The girl squatted in front of him and looked at him with her chin resting, as if she was looking at something interesting.She was wearing a pink and purple gauze dress, which was like a dream under the candlelight, but it was the eyes that fascinated Zhaowu. He had never seen such a beautiful pair of eyes in his life for so many years.

The pupils of the eyes are pure black, as black as the night sky, but the light flowing out of them is shining, between the lowered and raised eyes, there is a color like star fragments.The girl had red lips and white teeth, black hair like a waterfall, and she still had a smile on her face. She blinked at him, and he even forgot his fear in an instant.

He read obsessively: "It's only when the eyes move that people guess..."

But he was so dazed that he forgot the next sentence. He felt that he finally understood the poems he had read before. It turned out that the so-called "beautiful woman" looked like this.The girl covered her mouth with a smile, and continued crisply: "On the one hand, the style is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is full of tenderness and hatred... When you read this poem, do you think I am pretty?"

"I...I..." Zhao Wuyi didn't say a word for a moment, and it took a while to realize that he had lost his composure, "I haven't asked the girl's name..."

"Silly, I told you just now that I don't have a name." The girl tapped him on the head again and asked curiously, "It's you, what are you doing here in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of being haunted?"

"Ghost..." Zhao Wu stared at her, and asked a little silly, "Are all ghosts as good-looking as you?"

"That's not necessarily true. Most of the ghosts have green faces and fangs. It's very scary," the girl said, making a face at him. "Aren't you afraid that my face is a painted skin now, and I tear off a piece of skin when I talk?" Come down and scare you to death."

"Ah..." Zhao Wu trembled in fright, but the girl smiled even more happily: "Okay, okay, don't be afraid, I scared you."

The long night was long, and the girl's natural affinity was astonishing, which gradually made Zhao Wu let go of her fear.In words, he learned that this girl was originally a very special kind of ghost called "Yan Gu".

He also read from the book that the ghost of Yangu was born on the skeleton of a beautiful woman who died with hatred, and his soul wandered around, ignorant, but he could not rest in peace.

"Under the Temple of the Flower Goddess in Xiahe, there is a tomb of a famous prostitute. I was born from her bones," the girl said mysteriously to him, "This beauty was born in a place called Chang'an. He lived in the ancient city, was magnificent, could sing and write poems, but unfortunately, he loved someone who was not a good man, and because of him, he was exiled to the countryside, and finally died an untimely death."

"It's so difficult to get other people's affection," Zhao Wu said with downcast eyes, "Let's not talk about lovers, even family affection is so hard to find..."

"Don't you have relatives?" The girl turned to him and asked, "I heard that everyone has relatives."

"Yes," Zhao Wu took out a writing brush from his bosom, and said with a smile, "But sometimes I dare not think, if I was born ugly and uneducated, would I be able to keep this family relationship. For so many years, I have A little bit of family affection, trying to make myself a good person, now..."

He didn't continue to talk, the girl knew that he was sad, she pursed her lips, and said another thing with a smile: "Well... It's the first time we meet, I have nothing to give you, why don't I sing a song for you .”

"it is good."

So the girl smiled and took the hibiscus in his hand, pinned it on her temples, and sang carelessly: "The autumn nights in Chang'an City are long, and the beautiful woman's brocade and stones are smashed into yellow... When the wild geese are waiting for you, The mandarin ducks look up at Sirius upstairs."

"Why sing this song?"

"This song is the one that the famous prostitute sister sang most often during her lifetime." The girl replied ignorantly. I can leave with the ashes of the ashes, and I really want to go to ancient Chang'an..."

Zhao Wu listened, while biting the brush, writing poems for the girl.

"The place Zhiqing came from is the end of the world..."

"Bright eyes are good at gazing, and the songs are full of flowers in Chang'an."

"Let me choose a name for you," Zhaowu said seriously, lying in front of the statue of the Goddess of Flower with the girl, "You and I met on the second day of February, which coincides with the Flower Festival. Why don't you call me Flower?" Chao, how are you?"

"Okay," the girl agreed, seemingly very happy, "Hua Chao, Hua Chao, I finally have a name."

"When I grow up, I will take you to ancient Chang'an."

Hua Chao is lively, lovely, and considerate. It seems that because she was born on the skeleton of that peerless famous prostitute, she can understand all his romances and even compose poems with him.Zhaowu was still reluctant to part with him until the daylight: "Hua Chao, would you like to be my friend? When can I come to chat with you again?"

"You can come to me on the night of moonrise," Hua Chao glanced at the sunlight outside the temple, a little scared, but still replied with a smile, "You are very interesting, you must come to me next time. "

Zhaowu stared at her and replied softly, "Okay, it's a deal."

Hua Chao blushed, turned her head to the side without answering, and then disappeared into the temple where the candlelight was extinguished, leaving a scent of flowers in the air.

Zhao Wu picked up the brush and added a few lines to the poem, and couldn't help laughing.

"The cardamom branch listened to the laughter, and hid its face in embarrassment and refused to answer."

His heart was beating fast in his chest, and even after he knew that the other party was a ghost, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.He thought that love in the world shouldn't be related to identity, and love is deeply rooted, which is probably the case.

——The young master picked up by the rich man went crazy.

At some point, such rumors quietly spread throughout Xiahe Town.Since the second day of February, Zhao Wu began to stay out frequently at night. Before that, his family thought he was fooling around with Hu Tianhu, but later they were shocked to find that he went to the Temple of Flowers in the town at night, and he just stayed there. All night, until dawn, he came out in a daze.If there is no moon in the night, it will be even more serious. He will stand in front of the Flower Temple for a long time, and then return home.

A few good-natured people gossiped, saying that the young master had been seduced by a female ghost in the Temple of Flowers.

The rich man was so frightened that he thought he was bewitched by an evil spirit, and asked him a few words, but he refused to say anything, so he secretly invited a few quack priests to follow him all the way on a certain full moon night. Zhao Wu entered the Temple of Flowers.