Impermanent Growth Manual

When Yin Xiu went out, he realized that it was drizzling again suddenly.

The rain wrapped in the cold wind cut his face like a knife, Yin Xiu's lips were tightly pressed, his hands were clenched into fists, and he quickly followed the dancing black shadow in front of him.

Twelve is the best at tracking. If the rain and snow were heavier, the bloodstains left on the road might disappear in a short while.

Yin Xiu only felt that his eye sockets were in pain as if they were about to pop out, something that couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood flowed out from the eye sockets little by little, and fell onto the clothes along his cheeks.

They left the city quickly all the way, heavy snow was approaching, there were very few pedestrians on the road, most of them were speeding up, Yin Xiu who was running wildly in the rain was not so obvious.

"My lord, it's right in front." Twelve suddenly flew down and half-kneeled in front of Yin Xiu, his face was hidden behind the black veil and he couldn't see clearly.

Yin Xiu walked past him and ran two steps forward, then stopped again.

After that corner is Meng Qing's body lying under the tree, with a calm smile, if there is no blood on his face and his pale and bloodless face, he looks like he is asleep.

All of a sudden, Yin Xiu felt uncomfortable as if something was blocked in his throat, and then his chest stagnated, and he spit out a mouthful of blood clots.

"Ah Qing?" Yin Xiu kicked the snow with his toes and looked at Meng Qing, then knelt down beside Meng Qing, and carefully embraced his water-stained hair and body into his arms, as if he was afraid that he would be cold When he arrived, he hugged him a little tighter.

The rain and snow did not know when it had turned into heavy snow, and the sky and the earth were full of waves. Yin Xiu stroked the snow falling from Meng Qing's body, and then said softly: "Twelve, go back to the house."

"Yes." Twelve disappeared immediately, turned around and left here.

Yin Xiu hugged Meng Qing and walked back step by step. Both of them had blood around their eyes and naked bodies. If it weren't for the fact that there were no pedestrians on the street now, there would probably be a lot of discussion.

Li Wan'er was sitting in front of the door with a hand warmer, staring blankly at the unchanging scene and the servants passing by the road from time to time without saying a word.

The little maid who was wearing pink clothes beside her was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she added a cloak for her.

"Miss, let's go inside and wait." It wasn't cold when it snowed, but it was raining and snowing just now. It was already freezing cold, and the rain made it even colder.

Li Wan'er also felt uncomfortably cold, the temperature of her whole body was concentrated on the heater in her arms, she couldn't sit still anymore, she turned her head to look, and asked, "Where did Sister Lu Wu go?"

"I heard that her hands and feet were unclean, and she stole the young master's things. She was reprimanded by the nanny, but she didn't get through." The little maid replied with a smile.

"That's it." Li Wan'er glanced at the door again, but she still didn't see anyone, then she turned around disappointedly and let the servant girl lead her back to the room, without asking Lv Wu any more questions.

When Yin Xiu came back, the servants in the mansion had already been sent down by Steward Zhang, and each of them asked them to rest in their own houses.

Then he waited at the door, with his hands in his hands, waiting for Yin Xiu to come from outside the door.

Still holding Meng Qing in his arms, he came in and walked straight towards the clean room, and ordered without looking back, "Everyone get out."

Steward Zhang bowed and retreated, and Twelve also retreated to the side.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu watched in silence as Yin Xiu carefully took off Meng Qing's clothes, and then carried him into the bathtub emitting misty white heat, and then said: "It's possible that he doesn't know that Meng Qing is dead. "

Xie Bi'an seemed a little puzzled, "Since we know that he is dead, we should let him die in peace."

In fact, it's not that he hasn't seen mortals who can't accept the death of his sweetheart, and there are not a few who commit suicide after him, but most of them can be cured by time and marry another.

People who used to be obsessed with obsession in their hearts, after decades in the mortal world, they are nothing.

Fan Wujiu didn't answer, probably at this time, he could also understand Yin Xiu's thoughts.

Of course he knew that Meng Qing was dead, so he had to clean Meng Qing's body and put on brand new clothes.

The two of them watched Yin Xiu gently clean up Meng Qing, then carefully dressed him, laid him flat on the bed, and watched Meng Qing sitting silently by the bed.

The time had passed from noon to evening, and after dawn, Yin Xiu finally moved his body again.

"Call Uncle Zhang to come in." Yin Xiu ordered to the side, and Twelve immediately came out of the shadows and opened the door to call Butler Zhang, who had been guarding the outside all the time, to come in.

His hair was still black, only his temples were white, Zhang Bo looked at Yin Xiu, he was startled suddenly, and fell to his knees on the ground, "Young master, think twice..."

Yin Xiu shook his head, and then smiled, "I said a long time ago, when I get tired, I will leave."

"What I want to do and what I should do have already been done, and there is nothing more to miss." Yin Xiu turned around and picked Meng Qing up again, and gently tidied up the broken hair on Meng Qing's face, saying: "In the future, you will change your surname to Yin, let Twelve regain his status as an ordinary person, watch Ah Chou grow up, let her marry a good family, and don't be bullied."

Steward Zhang and Twelve knelt on the ground at the same time, facing the head of the bed.Yin Xiu's voice came from behind, "Don't look back, if Ah Chou asks, just say that I took Mr. Bai to travel around the world, and let her be obedient."

"My lord—!" Uncle Zhang cried with a suppressed voice, his forehead resting powerlessly on the soft blanket on the ground, tears and snot flowing out together.

Before Xie Bi'an left, he looked back at the Yin Mansion, the heavy snow was still falling, and there was no sign of stopping.

"Why does Yin Xiu alone treat Li Wan'er differently?" Xie Bi'an knew in his heart that there must be something Fan Wujiu didn't tell him, thinking of this, he was both relieved and helpless.

When the child grows up, he always has his own little thoughts, and he doesn't like to listen to his preaching anymore.

"Li Wan'er was once raised by the Li family with a woman in charge. She ate and drank less all day long. Yin Xiu once lived in despair and couldn't even eat a bite. Every time Li Wan'er took advantage of the time when the woman in charge was resting, In the middle of the night, I stole one or two steamed buns and some pickles from the small kitchen and sent them to Yin Xiu."

That being said, it's no wonder.

Xie Bi'an sighed, and then seeing Yin Xiu's road becoming more and more familiar, he suddenly said: "This road is the way back to the mountains, and there are roadblocks beside it."

Fan Wujiu nodded, "The lock that God Lord Bai Zhan gave to Meng Qing's memory is the painting that Meng Qing drew earlier."

If Yin Xiu hadn't glanced at the painting in the dark, the fate between him and Meng Qing might have come to an end.

Xie Bi'an really hesitated for a moment, "I think these two people have a lot of predestined relationship."

"It's better to destroy a temple than tear down a marriage." Fan Wujiu nodded, turned his head to one side, the corners of his lips curled up, "You're just meddling."

Xie Bi'an squinted his eyes and smiled.

Just like the nanny brought Meng Qing to the mountain without encountering any obstacles, Yin Xiu walked to the side of the cabin without any obstacles because of the bracelet Meng Qing gave him earlier.

Because of the formation in the mountains, it is like spring all the year round. Yin Xiu was sweating all over after walking for a while. He half knelt on the ground, put Meng Qing in his arms, took off his heavy clothes and wiped him carefully. wipe sweat.

Seeing that Meng Qing's face was still the same as the beginning, Yin Xiu only felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, and he clearly wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

The inside of the wooden house was exactly the same as when Meng Qing left, and no tables or chairs had changed in the slightest.

Yin Xiu put Meng Qing on the step, walked around here, and finally found a well in the grass that grew up behind.

The well water is very cold and should have been brought in directly from the outside.Yin Xiu filled a bucket and went back to the room in silence, then poured it into two porcelain cups on the table.

"What is he going to do?" Xie Bi'an couldn't see what Yin Xiu wanted to do, he folded all the quilts together and asked Meng Qing to lean on them.

"He wants to marry a ghost." Fan Wujiu lowered his eyes, "I saw a similar scene when I went to arrest a dead soul before."

He still remembered the tears shed by that woman—ghosts don't have tears, and only when they are extremely sad will they turn into tears and flow out of their own bodies.

The woman cried and begged him to live with her husband for a lifetime, because the merits of the two of them were enough to make the wish, so Fan Wujiu agreed.

Her human lifespan has come to an end, so she can only become a black cat by possessing the spiritual weapon made by Fan Wujiu. Even so, the woman is already very satisfied.

"Dark marriage?" Xie Bi'an read twice, watching Yin Xiu really poured two glasses of wine, nestled Meng Qing's hand in one hand, and drank a cup by himself with the other.

That's all.

They watched quietly, and saw Yin Xiu took off the bracelet in his hand again, looked at the sunlight for a while, and then ground the bracelet into powder just like what the mother had done before.

What is he going to do?