Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Han Shan woke up again, and he was already standing in front of the ferry of Santu River. There were a large number of fiery red flowers blooming on the bank of the river, which reminded him of the bright red jacket worn by a child when he first met Han Shiqing. Bright and dazzling.

"My lord, do you want to take a boat?" Someone called him, and Han Shan saw that he was a boatman from Santuchuan, wearing a short jacket and shorts, and leggings, holding a paddle in his hand, and beckoning to him.

Han Shan was a little dazed. He looked around and found that many people in uniform were negotiating with the boatman. Looking at himself, he also changed into a white robe. There were no wounds or blood stains, but the palms were blue and white, like ghosts. generally.

He walked up to the boatman and asked in a daze, "Am I dead?"

The boatman smiled, "Yes, after you die, I will take you across the Santu River, and Lord Yama will arrange reincarnation for you based on your life."

"I'm dead..." Although I had already guessed in my heart, I still felt a little uncomfortable when I heard the news of my death.

Suddenly, he remembered Shi Qing, and asked the boatman, "Can you see a very handsome man with a beauty spot between his eyebrows passing by?"

"Beauty mole?" The boatman grasped this feature, thought about it for a while, and said, "I haven't seen it before, did it die with you? Are you going to wait for him here?"

"I..." He choked when asked, Han Shan said, "I don't want to see him here, but I'm afraid that if he comes, he will feel uncomfortable if he can't see me."

"Then I want to wait for him." The boatman looked clear, and he pointed to a row of stones similar to seats along the Santu River, on which many ghosts sat.

He said, "Have you seen those ghosts? They are all waiting for someone. Some have been waiting for a month, some have been waiting for a year, some have been waiting for five years, and some have been waiting for more than ten years. Several years, but no one they waited for came, and they wasted their reincarnation time in vain."

He patted Han Shan on the shoulder, "I advise you not to wait any longer. After crossing the Santu River, ask Granny Meng for a bowl of soup. Forget everything about the past. Casting a good pregnancy is better than sitting here and waiting." People are much better."

Han Shan shook his head, "Thank you for your reminder, but I won't leave, I will wait for him here."

He looked at the long Santu River and said, "The Santu River is so long, if my young master has no one to talk to, he will feel depressed. I must at least accompany him to cross the Santu River so that he can go there with peace of mind. reincarnation."

In the end, the boatman could not persuade him.

Han Shan walked towards the row of stones, found a clean place to sit down, looked at the entrance, quietly, and patiently waited for his young master.

There is no day and night in the underworld, it is always dark and dark, and the time can only be judged by the traffic of ships.

Ships come and go three times, which is considered a day and a night.

Han Shan just did the math and waited.

Day after day, year after year, some of the ghosts around waited for someone and got on the ferry together, and some were heartbroken and threw themselves into the Santuchuan River after knowing that they couldn't wait for someone, becoming eternal ghosts.

Han Shan was not discouraged.

Because he knew that the young master had agreed to him, so he would not break his promise.

Besides, even if the young master doesn't come, he is still happy.

Because this shows that his little master is still living happily in a sunny world.

Before he knew it, he had been waiting in Santuchuan for 50 years.

On the day when Shi Qing came, Han Shan was chatting with the boatman.

He was forced to listen, but he was not annoyed. Although he still looked young, after these years, his inner age was close to eighty, and his behavior was more easy-going and calm.

At that time, Qing took the initiative to walk up to him, looked at him in disbelief, and called him, "Han Shan", Han Shan was stunned for a moment before slowly raising his eyes to look at the person who came.

His young master is wearing the same white robe as him, the beauty spot between the eyebrows has disappeared, and the skin folds appear old, but the facial features can vaguely reveal the handsomeness of youth, and the pair of slightly drooping peach blossom eyes are now full. Tears, and shouted at him, "Brother Han Shan, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Han Shan stared at him blankly, and it took him a long time to finally come back to his senses.

The young master in front of him should have died of old age, and there was no misery on his face, so he must be living well in this world.

Realizing this, Han Shan finally raised the corners of his lips, showing a rare smile from the bottom of his heart.

He returned to Shi Qing, "Not too late, not too late."

Seeing you live so well, I have not waited in vain for 50 years.