unlucky ghost

On the contrary, I can see it openly, and I can be at ease alone, how can fate be forced.

If you talk about peach blossom luck, alas, I really hit it in this life, but this peach blossom is a bit...

But when I was 29, that is, 15 years after my father passed away, one morning I was still asleep, and the housekeeper rushed to wake me up and said: "Master, Master is not good, someone fainted at the gate of the mansion gone."

I was busy getting dressed, and when I went out to look, I saw a [-] or [-]-year-old boy lying on the ground, his body and face were dirty, he looked like a stray cat.

I hurriedly sent my servants to carry this boy into the mansion, and invited the best doctor to take his pulse and take care of him. My novice also boiled the medicine for him.

Why should I be so nice to this boy?

I don't know why myself.

The first time I saw this boy, I felt kind. He was so dirty lying on the ground, it was pitiful. I wiped his face, and then I saw his face clearly. It was a peaceful face, and he was frowning when he was sleeping. It's really lovable.

Or maybe I have nothing but love in my daily life and have nowhere to place it. When I see this well-behaved boy, I want to love him like a family member.

I thought, it would be better to have someone by my side than to be alone.

When the boy woke up, he just glanced at me indifferently, as if he was no stranger to me, and then gently closed his eyes.

I wrung out the cloth towel and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

This boy's appearance and temperament were born to be endearing.

I asked him, "What's your name?"

He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

I asked again, "Where are your parents?"

he shook his head again

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I didn't ask any more questions since then, thinking that he must have some unspeakable secrets, how can I expose his scars?

Since he met me, it was my fate with him. Since then, I have kept him in my house and named him "Luan Qing".

When Luan Qing first came to the house, she didn't like to joke with me, and she didn't even say a word to the servants.

I saw that he often stared at me in a daze by himself, so I teased him with words, induced him to say a few more words, and stayed with him day and night.

After two years like this, he is gradually willing to talk to me, and he is only willing to talk to me, and he still ignores others.

He is dependent on me, just like I was dependent on my father back then.

Although Luan Qing doesn't like joking, he is the person who makes me feel most at ease. I always feel kind when I look at him. I thought, it would be good if he could always be by my side.

Later, even Luan Qing grew up.

Jiang Han's hair is all white now.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained heavily, and the subordinates carried him to the house in a sedan chair to visit my father's grave, and talked with me about the old things, and he couldn't get sick even after returning home.

A few days ago, General Jiang’s mansion was filled with crying. When I went to offer my condolences, General Jiang’s coffin was already full of people who came to mourn.

I stood far outside the gate of the mansion, the old horse named Qi Yao came out from nowhere, saw me and rubbed against my arms, snot and tears all over me.

It was the first time I would cry when I saw a horse, so I touched Qi Yao's head and said in relief: "You bastard loves the Lord very much, so please mourn, your master is gone now, so you don't have to remember my father every year." gone."

Qi Yaoma's tears flowed down.

Jiang Han passed away in the spring of this year, and my uncle did not survive this winter.After sending off Jiang Han, I will send off my brazen uncle again.

When Luan Qing was eighteen years old, I was already thirty-two, and I had already looked down on many people's joys and sorrows in the world.

It's just that Luan Qing seems to be a different person this year, and she no longer obeys me.

I remember that it was a cold night in late autumn, I went to Mr. Luo's family banquet early in the morning, Mr. Luo tried hard to persuade me to stay, which caused me to drink until four o'clock before returning to the mansion.

The carriage stopped outside the gate of the mansion, and the butler came out to welcome me.

I got out of the carriage, my head was dizzy from the smell of alcohol, the little maid led the way with a lantern, and when I walked to the gate of the mansion, I looked up and saw Luan Qing dressed in white, staring at me sadly.

These eyes made me feel in a trance. I vaguely felt that I had seen these eyes somewhere before. They were very familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen them before.

I smiled awkwardly and said, "Luan Qing, it's getting late, go to sleep."

Luan Qing took the lantern from the maid and stepped forward to support me.

The light shone into his eyes, and I clearly saw two pools of tears welling up in his eyes.

I couldn't help but reached out and touched the corner of his eyes, and said, "Luan Qing, are you crying?"

Luan Qing turned her head away and helped me walk to my bedroom.

I vaguely remember that night the night wind carried a bone-chilling chill, the door opened, a gust of cool wind swept in, and the lantern in Luan Qing's hand went out in a flick.

My hand touched his cold hands, which were also very familiar, and I suddenly thought of my long-lost father, these hands, these eyes, this breath...

I vaguely remember a pair of cold lips across my face.

The slightly hot breath hit my face, and I became confused, emotional, and fascinated.

I couldn't tell who was who anymore, I followed my instinct, held my Luan Qing into my arms, took off my clothes, and lingered until deep into my dreams.

Later, when I passed the age of [-], and was close to the age of knowing my destiny, my hair at the temples was no longer dark.

When a person gets old, he should return to ashes and return to ashes. This is God's will, and I can't violate it.

I don't care about it, but my Luan Qing always looks sad when she hairpins for me every day, stroking my gray hair at the temples with her fingers, and can't help crying softly.

I said, "When you grow up, I should grow old too."

Luan Qing covered my mouth with her hand, wiped away her tears, hugged my neck and kissed me deeply, her lips and teeth were lingering for a long time, unwilling to let go.

Every time at this time, he always wants to lead me to the bed, and I do my best before he is willing to let me go a little bit.

I have planned for a long time, when I die, my family property will naturally be handed over to my Luan Qing.

In this way, I can be regarded as a successor.

In the last few days, I was sick for a long time, and my hair was completely white.

My Luan Qing served by my bed day and night, and described her getting thinner and thinner day by day.

I comforted others that death is inevitable, no one can avoid it, but he didn't listen, he still looked at me in a daze every day, as if he had changed back to the young man full of thoughts who came to the house for the first time.

I touched my Luan Qing's face, now he looks more haggard than me.

I looked into his eyes, which were as tender as water, filled with endless love.

I stared at these eyes reluctantly, and in a daze, I seemed to see my unreliable father Tan Zishi again. I reached out to touch those eyes, but the eyes were getting farther and farther away from me.

I saw my Luan Qing crazily grabbing my hand that was about to drop, hugging my neck and crying like a child who lost her loved one.

"Don't cry, Luan Qing, my Luan Qing."

It's just that he can't hear me anymore.

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