Huang Quan's companion

He Tang was lying on the grass basking in the moonlight, while Yang Jinshu was sitting leaning against a tree trunk, reaching out and using spells from time to time to catch some fireflies and write in mid-air.

He Tang couldn't see him teasing the firefly like this, and always stretched out his arms to break up the half-written words.

Yang Jinshu was helpless: "What are you doing?"

"I'm stopping you from doing evil! It's wrong to bully Firefly!"

Yang Jinshu looked down at him: "To pass the time."

"Can you do something else to pass the time!"

"for example?"

"Dancing in the square!"

"..."

He Tang jumped up from the grass, and said cheerfully: "Come on, come on, Mr., I will teach you how to dance!"

Yang Jinshu had a bad premonition: "You dance for me first."

He Tang rolled up his sleeves and boldly danced on the lawn the square dance that his parents in his previous life would dance every night, humming the rhythmic lyrics.However, after a while, he stopped and said boringly: "There is no loud sound, and I don't feel anything at all."

"Huh?" Yang Jinshu was at a loss as to what a loud speaker was.

He Tang sighed: "There is no music, and the dancing is not exciting."

Yang Jinshu understood, took out a bamboo flute from his sleeve, and tried to play it according to the tune he was humming. After stuttering for a while, the tune was exactly the same as He Tang's humming.It's just because the sound of the flute is crisp and sweet, it sounds too cheerful.

As soon as He Tang grasped his hand, his eyes lit up: "Great talent! Change the tune!"

Yang Jinshu waited for him to hum.

He Tang sang a very heroic song of his parents' square dance finale, which was a must-have song for his parents to spread dog food in the small square. It is so beautiful that the couple would dance to a song every night, so that the onlookers would eat enough dog food before going home to sleep contentedly.

Yang Jinshu understood the lyrics, but He Tang's singing was...too rough.

He thought for a while, turned the flute horizontally, slowed down the speed, and played a piece.

It was the first time He Tang heard someone playing this piece on a flute without any soundtrack. The remaining bit of music appreciation ability could only say melodious and melodious words. However, the piece was too familiar and he started to lose his mind , all eyes fell on Yang Jinshu.

Although He Tang always ridiculed Yang Jinshu as a short-lived rich young master, the rich young master still has a very good looks.

Yang Jinshu is a typical student of a scholarly family. Even after his death, he has a lofty nerd spirit and a gentle temper. After getting along with Shi Tianning for so many years, he hasn't learned a single swear word.He has clear facial features, clear eyebrows, and a tall figure. However, because he was weak and sick since he was a child, his skin was white and bluish, his shoulders were shrunk, and he was not straight enough, so he looked like a sick and consumptive ghost.

Sitting on the ground like this, his posture of lowering his eyebrows and playing the flute eased the shortcoming of his shoulders not being wide enough. The sickness of that face could not be seen clearly under the melting moonlight. .

After Yang Jinshu played the song, he tilted his head slightly, and saw He Tang looking at him with his chin resting on his face, his eyes wide open, he was quite uncomfortable: "What are you looking at me for?"

"Yang Jinshu, you are so good-looking, why didn't you marry a wife when you were alive?"

Yang Jinshu was sad: "How can a girl be willing to marry a person who will die at any time?"

"Yes, you are so good-looking, and your family is so rich, there must be girls willing to marry into the Yang family."

"But for a girl like that... her life is too bitter. Being rich is useless, and she will die alone forever."

"People are happy."

"But I'm not happy." Yang Jinshu said solemnly, "If I marry a wife, I will wish her well in every possible way and not be wronged."

He Tang rolled his eyes: "You deserve to be single."

Yang Jinshu put away the bamboo flute and looked at him with a smile: "I have you now."

"Stop, stop!" He Tang hurriedly stopped, "I don't recognize that shitty marriage letter! You are not allowed to make up my mind!"

Yang Jinshu lowered his momentum, and said aggrievedly: "You called me Mr. Xianggong before."

"That's me begging for mercy!" He Tang snorted, "I won't recognize you until I can run back to the county and clean up that stinky woman."

He took such ungrateful behavior as a matter of course, Yang Jinshu chuckled and said slowly, "Then I don't care about you."

"It's as if you can control me..." He Tang muttered, and continued to lie on the grass and look at the moon in the sky, "I've been squatting on the top of the mountain in a broken wedding dress for more than a month, and I'm going to be moldy."

He was always wearing the rather delicate red wedding dress that was worn on the body when he was buried. Fortunately, after his soul stabilized, his hands were no longer worn on his body. The clothes are full of mountains.Yang Jinshu helped him tie up his long hair. From a distance, he looked like a lively boy in red, not reminiscent of a man disguised as a woman.

"Wait, I remembered something..." He Tang turned around and lay down on the ground to look at Yang Jinshu, "Why do I remember that you change clothes every once in a while... Why aren't you wearing the one you wore in your coffin?"

Yang Jinshu blinked: "My parents will burn new clothes for me."

"It's all right..." He Tang stared blankly, and immediately threw himself into Yang Jinshu's arms, smiling obsequiously, "Sir, I want to wear it too."

Who said that he didn't want to be called Xianggong?Yang Jinshu opened his arms and held him in his arms, with a muffled smile: "Want to wear mine?"

"Is there any other choice?"

"I can ask my parents to burn some for you in a dream."

"Take a dream! You have such advanced skills!" He Tang's eyes are brighter than the stars in the sky, "This is cheating! Then if I give a dream to the stinky woman, it would be great to scare her to death in her dream!"

"Not every ghost can conjure up dreams." Yang Jinshu broke his wishful thinking, "Those who are shallow are easy to be backlashed."

"I thought anyone who was a ghost could have dreams." He Tang rolled in his arms, "It doesn't matter, I want to learn!"

Yang Jinshu couldn't help him making such a fuss, so he hurriedly agreed: "Okay, okay...don't roll."

"Why dream?"

"You have to learn to weave dreams first."

"what?"

"People have complicated dreams. If you want the other person to see you in the dream, you need to weave a convincing dream and appear in the person's dream. Think about what you want to say and do in advance. If you are attracted by your dream, you will remember what happened in the dream." Yang Jinshu explained, "Many times, when people wake up, they will forget all the things they dreamed the night before. Failed."

"But people have all kinds of weird dreams, and sometimes they can remember them."

"That's because the impression left by the dream is so deep that he still retains the memory after waking up."

"Then if the dream is too wonderful, will people be stuck in the dream and unable to get out?"

"Yes." Yang Jinshu's eyebrows and eyes were worried, "If you fall into the dream too deeply, you won't be able to get out, and you will be trapped in a nightmare."

"What will happen if you fall into a nightmare? Will you die?"

"Easy to leave the soul."

"What do you mean?"

"The three souls and seven souls of a person are actually very vulnerable to damage. When frightened, when the breath is too weak, and when the mind is unconscious, it is most likely to enter the nightmare. Even if it wakes up, it will also cause the mind to become dizzy. If it is serious, it may become stupid and seriously ill. "

"Will become a fool? It's terrible!"

"Therefore, you need to be cautious when doing this." Yang Jinshu patted his head, "Don't rush for quick success, take your time."

"It's useless for me to be impatient. I met you such a slow master..." He Tang muttered, lying on his lap and shaking his legs, "It's so boring... Basking on the moon is so boring..."

"Play another song for you?"

"Okay, blow whatever you want."

Yang Jinshu took out the bamboo flute again, and played a new tune, the tune was melodious and melodious, revealing a faint sadness, which actually attracted many wandering spirits nearby to listen to them quietly from afar.

As soon as He Tang opened his eyes, he was taken aback by the blurry white around him. After a closer look, he found that they were just some scattered wandering souls, without sanity, who just surrounded them from a distance, listening to the sound of Yang Jinshu's flute.

For a while, the hillside was so cloudy that even flying insects dared not approach it.

Yang Jinshu had already noticed the approach of the strange wandering spirit, but he didn't stop, playing for a long time, it seemed that he would never tire.Yang Jinshu didn't put away his flute until it was almost dawn, and quietly watched the wandering spirits disperse.

He Tang got used to it after watching it all night, so he sat on the hillside and asked Yang Jinshu, "Are those wandering souls?"

"Well, the soul is lost, and the mind is not clear." Yang Jinshu looked sad, "They don't know who they are, why they are wandering in the world, and where they are going."

"Then why do they approach when you play the flute?"

"Because of the tune."

"That song is very nice, what's it called?"

"Returning to the corner—is the first song to write homecoming."

"No wonder..." He Tang looked at the wandering souls that were gradually dissipating, feeling a little distressed, "They want to go back, but they don't know where to go."

Yang Jinshu patted him on the shoulder: "The sun is about to rise, let's go home."

He Tang stood up and accompanied him back to the house.

The encounter with the wandering soul made He Tang depressed for several days, and he was always depressed.

Yang Jinshu's mahjong drawing didn't make him feel better, so he invited the neighbors of the mass grave to visit.

As soon as Shi Tianning entered the door, he hurriedly asked: "Come to play cards, where is he?"

Standing at the door, Yang Jinshu pointed helplessly at the little one in the room: "It's in a daze."

"What's the matter?" Shi Tianning looked at He Tang with his head, "Is this kid hungry?"

Yang Jinshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No... I saw some wandering spirits a few days ago, and I was probably scared, and I was in a bad mood."

"What's the matter." Shi Tianning walked in with a senseless face and lifted He Tang up, and taught in the tone of someone who had been there, "Little devil, you should be glad that you have three souls and seven souls, otherwise you would be one of them."

He Tang looked at him and asked, "Can they just wander around? Can't they be reincarnated?"

"The soul is not complete, how can you reincarnate?" Shi Tianning carried him to a chair and sat down, took a candle from the table and started to chew, and said, "They can only shake it, after a long time, or they will be scattered." Either they will be accepted by the monks, those with stronger obsessions, and they may be able to recover some sanity after shaking for a longer period of time. "

After hearing this, He Tang became even more depressed: "Isn't there a better ending?"