unlucky ghost

It was night, the insects and birds were silent, the lonely moon was hanging high, Tan Zishi hugged his folded left arm, curled up in the dark corner of the wall, looking eagerly at the waning moon outside the window, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The moon faded from time to time, and Tan Zi really remembered the nonsensical words the monk said when he said goodbye to the monk, and said with a sneer, "So this is fate."

In the grass at the base of the wall, a cricket chirped twice.

The monk told Tan Zishi not to regret it. Tan Zishi punched the cold wall and said sadly, "I regret it..."

Tanxi leaned against the wall, sat beside him, and sighed: "If you really become a monk, you will probably say the same thing."

Tanzi pressed against the cold wall, sighed deeply, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

Tan Xi was staring at the moon outside the window in a daze, only to hear a light slap, and turned her head to see that the little white face was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.

Tan Xi smiled and shook his head, thinking, this man will live a long life, and at the same time picked up some hay from the ground, put it on him, and said, "Oh, go to sleep."

"Cough cough."

Hearing an ethereal voice, Tanxi hurriedly looked up, and saw Lan Yingying, a person looking at him in the light and shadow.

Tan Xi hurriedly got up, patted her buttocks, and walked into a dream in twos and threes.

This dream is in a study room, the room is full of literature and ink, Tan Zishi is wearing an old gray robe, holding a thick book of scriptures, frowning and asking him: "Great God, is that you? "

Tanxi looked at him as a scholar, as if he had seen a cycad tree blossom and a sow climbed the tree, and smiled and said, "It's me."

"Hmm." Tan Zishi replied sullenly, and sat down on the south official chair, looking down at the scriptures in his hands, "God sit down, the students still have homework, so I won't accompany you."

Tanxi smiled and sat down, and a little maid came up to serve tea.

Tanxi took the teacup with satisfaction, lifted the lid of the tea, blew it slowly, and took a few sips, but she couldn't taste much.

Tan Zishi buried his head in the scroll, flipped through a few pages, and there was a burst of footsteps outside the door, the voice was cramped, thinking it was something urgent.

Sure enough, as soon as Tanxi sent out the teacup, a young boy in green cloth and kudzu came in from outside the door, offering his hands and laughing: "Returning to the young master, Mr. Jiang Han has come with a gift and is waiting outside the door for an answer. I don't know what the young master wants?"

Tan Zishi threw the scroll and said, "Invite him in quickly."

The boy turned around to leave, but Tan Zishi stopped again and asked, "What is he here for?" The boy replied hurriedly, "It is said that he came to give the young master a wedding gift."

Tanzi's face was dark, and he followed the boy out of the room.

Outside is still the old scene of the Tan Mansion, there is indeed a golden sedan chair parked outside the gate, beside the sedan chair is standing a young man in a brocade robe, smiling at the door.

Tanzi frowned and asked, "Jiang...Jiang Han, why are you here?"

Jiang Han smiled and arched his hands, pointed behind him, and said, "I'm here to give you a gift. Today is your big day. You and I have had a good time since we were young. How could I forget you?"

As he spoke, four servants came out from the back of the sedan chair, carrying a red box back and forth, and placed it in front of Tan Zishi.

Tanzi hurriedly asked: "Jiang Han, are you confused, how come today is my happy day?"

Jiang Han smiled faintly, did not answer, pointed to the mahogany box, and said: "You should open it quickly and have a look, this is my heart, Brother Tan, don't dislike it."

Tanzi couldn't help it, so he had no choice but to go forward, lift the red cloth on the box, open the wooden cover, and after a glance, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a plop, and when he looked up again, there was no shadow of Jiang Han.

Tanxi stepped forward to look, and was also startled. He saw a thick layer of gold silk soft satin in the two-foot-square mahogany box, and a human head was placed on the top of the satin. The head closed its eyes and mouth. The place was still bleeding, and when I carefully identified it, it looked a bit like Mr. Tan.

Tan Zishi was so frightened that his legs were limp at the moment, he couldn't speak fluently, his lips were black and purple, and his tongue was trembling, "...Father."

Seeing the red box running towards Tan Zishi as if it had grown legs, Tan Zishi crawled back in fright.

Tan Xi said: "This is a dream, don't be afraid."

Tanzi didn't seem to hear, staring at the head in the box, tears began to well up in his eyes.

Tanxi wanted to speak again to comfort her, but the head in the box suddenly opened its eyes, two black eyeballs began to protrude, and black blood flowed out of its mouth.

Tanzi had already retreated to the corner of the wall. Seeing this, Dou Da's tears flowed down the corner of his eyes, and he said: "Father...Dad, I know my mistake, I know my mistake, it's because I'm not filial, I didn't keep my old man Ancestral family business, my child..."

Seeing that he was quite frightened, Tanxi hurried forward, kicked the mahogany box over, and said, "Why are you crying, it's just a dream."

Just as he was about to go forward to pull him up, the sky was suddenly filled with water mist, thick as if in clouds, and he couldn't see a thing in all directions.

Tan Xi waved his hands carelessly, and shouted forward, "Tan Zishi, where are you?"

"Tan Zishi?"

Tan Xi couldn't find Tan Zishi, and was about to leave his dream, but he heard the sound of iron chains not far away, the thick fog cleared in front of him, and the surroundings were dark again.

Tanxi followed the sound and walked forward. After walking a few steps, she saw a faint light ahead. After walking a dozen more steps, she saw clearly that it was a crackling torch. the wall.

The iron chain rang again, and Tanxi searched for the sound.

Tan Zishi was wearing shackles, kneeling on the ground decadently, clasping the rusty iron fence with both hands, and said to him: "God, save me!"

Tanxi walked this way and felt that his legs and feet were tired, so he also entered the cell and sat on the ground to rest his feet.

Seeing that the fairy had also entered the cell, Tanzi stopped talking, still leaning on the iron fence, staring at the torches outside, and began to cry again.

Tan Xi rubbed his forehead and said, "Big man, why are you crying?"

Tanzi wiped his nose and tears back and forth with his sleeve, "It's all right now, I'm going to die."

Tanxi rolled her eyes and said, "You won't die, don't you know the reason why the disaster lasts for a thousand years?"

Tan Zishi wiped away his tears, and stared straight at the outside. There was no one walking around outside the iron cell, and Tan Zishi pressed his sleeves again and began to cry.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to get out again. If I had known this, I should have become a monk with that monk. I don't have to be locked in this iron cage right now." Tan Zishi said while crying, with tears and snot running down his face All, very embarrassing.

Tanxi really couldn't see the past. In the past, she hated to see women cry the most. Now that she realizes that men are not inferior to women when they cry, she rolled up her sleeves with a look of disgust and handed it to Tan Zishi.

Tan Zishi's sleeves were already dirty from wiping. Seeing the fairy handing him his sleeves to wipe his face, he was not polite. He grabbed the corner of the sleeves and squeezed them on his face. He wiped away his tears and twisted them again. Nose, then sat back to the base of the wall, staring at Tanxi.

Tanxi withdrew her sleeves in disgust, rubbed against the wall, looked up, and saw Tan Zishi staring at her with sad eyes.

Tan Zishi sniffed and said, "I can see it."

Tanxi Zhanger monk was puzzled and asked, "What did you see?"

Tanzi wiped his eyes again with his sleeve in aggrieved way, and said, "I can see that you are very reluctant."

Tan Xi looked away from his face angrily, and thought, take your sleeve and wipe my tears and nose for Lao Tzu, see if you want it.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Tan Zi said again: "I don't think you may be a god."

Tanxi rolled her eyes and said, "Could it be that you have sharp eyes?"

Tan Zishi turned his head to one side, and said: "If you are really a god, you should rescue me, why are you staying here with me?"

Tan Xi said: "Even if I am a god, I may not save you. Besides, this is just your dream. When you wake up, you will naturally..."

Tan Xi hadn't finished speaking, only heard a few rumbling noises from outside, Tan Zi really jumped up and looked out while holding the iron fence.

Tanxi also looked, and saw that in the cell not far away, a big man in prison uniform was bumping his head against the iron fence, which made the iron fence rumble loudly.

Tanzi was stunned, but saw a group of stern-looking government servants walking towards the big man with big knives and irons in their hands.

Tanzi hurriedly tugged on Tanxi's sleeve, begging, "I believe you are a god, save me quickly."

Tan Xi shook his head, kicked his ass, and said, "Wake up soon!"

A ray of sunlight came in through the crack of the door, hitting Tanzishi's side of the cheek, the door panel rumbled, it was the sound that Tanzishi had just heard in his dream, Tanzishi suddenly fell from the door. Sitting up on the ground, he gasped and said, "It's actually a dream, it's okay...it's okay."

The door panel swung wide open with a clang, and the rising sun in the east shone on his face, making his eyes sore for a while. After the time passed, he opened his eyes again, and there were two young servants standing in front of him, smiling. .

Tan Zishi rubbed half of his reddened face, and said to the visitor: "Where is your master?" The two young men smiled but did not answer, and retreated to the two sides, Feng Yi suddenly flashed a green fan of sandalwood bone, He stepped through the door without haste.

"Master Tan, did you have a good dream last night?"

Tanzi snorted coldly, stood up, brushed off the straw that was stained on his robe, and raised his chin to the sky as before, "Master, it's none of your business whether I have dreams or not, don't be here. Lord, the bloody bad luck of my eight lifetimes fell into your hands again. I admit it. If you want to kill, you have to scrape it off!" Feng Yi closed the brocade fan with a "squeaky" sound, and laughed: "Why don't I know? , the delicate young master who never leaves the gate of the Tan Mansion is actually such a man of backbone."

"Hmph," Tan Zishi smiled sarcastically, "I'll let you know today." As he spoke, he threw his fists at him.

Feng Yi hurriedly protected the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and stopped with one hand: "Don't, don't, I didn't come here today to make fists with you."

The boys on both sides also rushed forward to stop Tan Zishi.

Tanzi stretched his neck like a fighting cock, glaring at Fengyi viciously.

Feng Yi took a step back, pouted at the maid standing outside the door, and the maid hurriedly lowered her head, holding a food box and handing it to Tan Zishi.

"It's getting late, let's have breakfast for him first."

After finishing speaking, Feng Yi raised his hands and straightened his robes, and led everyone away.

Tanzi held the food box and sniffed it, his saliva was about to flow out, he was about to eat, when he suddenly remembered that Feng Yi is a small-bodied person, why would he give him breakfast for no reason, most likely it was in this dish Poisonous, or poisonous in this wine.

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