There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Hanshu was taken aback, then turned his head away, only to see the young man who was standing on the stage guessing lantern riddles turned around at some point and showed him a bright smile: "I don't know how to read or write, they say this fan is big If you have a background, it would be a waste to stay with me, I think the young master is very generous, so why don't I give you the folding fan!"

The people around gathered together, probably because the lottery was very precious, and if the young man disagreed with him, he would give it to Hanshu, and Hanshu was immediately flattered.

Seeing the boy's silence for a while, Hanshu only saw the sincerity in the other's eyes, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Since you can guess the lantern riddles, how can you say that you can't read... This fan is so precious, you should keep it for yourself." .”

He had only met the young man once, so how could he accept his things for nothing.

Hearing what Hanshu said, the young man showed a troubled expression instead: "But my mother forbids me to take other things home. This fan is very precious to others, but to me...Young Master, you'd better take it! Otherwise I turned around and gave it back to the boss, how boring it was."

The young man didn't say a word, but Hanshu also understood what he meant, it was very precious to others, but to him, it was nothing.

Seeing the young man's sincere words, Hanshu hesitated for a moment. He was thinking about it, and the young man said again: "If you are sorry, my lord, why not go with me today at the Lantern Festival? It's my first time in the world... No, it's my first time at the Lantern Festival , there are strangers everywhere, I just need someone to walk with me!"

The young man spoke bluntly, almost revealing his own background, but Hanshu finally figured it out. It turned out that this young man also came out to play while the gate of hell was open, but he didn't know whether he was a fairy, a demon or a ghost.

But judging from his auspicious appearance, he must not be a vicious person, so Hanshu smiled and agreed: "If that's the case, then respect is worse than obedience."

The lantern riddle owner on the distant stage was still waiting for the young boy’s fan to be delivered, maybe he could pick up the leak and get the fan back. Hearing what Hanshu said, his brows and eyes drooped immediately, and he lost his anger.

In exchange for this expression, the audience next to him booed, but the young man had already jumped in front of Hanshu, handed over the fan with a smile, and said: "The first time I saw you, I felt that I and you are very congenial. There is a saying in the world Come on, it's called...it's called love at first sight!"

Hanshu frowned, and immediately corrected him: "Love at first sight is used to describe the relationship between a man and a woman, how can you...how can you describe it like this."

"Love between a man and a woman?" The boy opened his eyes wide, looked down at himself, then at Hanshu, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand, we are not men and women, so we are love at first sight!"

Han Shu: "..." This is probably the legendary saying that the words are not amazing and endless.

Hanshu was really embarrassed to explain to him that the word male and female cannot be used casually, so he just changed the subject in a hurry: "What's the name of the little friend?"

"You can just call me Xiaoye." The boy who called himself Xiaoye turned to look at Hanshu: "What about you?"

"Zixi."

"Good name! I don't know where Zixi is going? Speaking of which, this is the first time I've come to the Lantern Festival..."

The boy was not unfamiliar with Hanshu at all, it was like chattering, the two talked all the way, and all kinds of questions came one after another, Hanshu was so busy answering the boy's questions that he forgot what he was here for.

It wasn't until the two of them visited the entire lantern festival and stopped on the bridge that Hanshu recalled that he had bought a "homecoming" in the ghost market.

If such a long time is an illusion of returning home, then this fragrance is too slow to dye.

Hanshu had a headache, but he didn't know how to get back, so he continued to stand on the bridge with the boy.

The young man's physical strength is always unlimited, and he wanted to drag Hanshu to the next place. Hanshu had walked enough. Looking around, he suddenly found that there were many stars and spots of light on the dark river below. Hanshu was taken aback. Then I figured out that it was the lotus lanterns released by people at the Lantern Festival.

So he gave the young man a hand and said, "Don't leave, they will watch the lanterns later, the river is full of lanterns, it must be very beautiful."

Sure enough, Xiaoye listened to Hanshu's words, and stopped on the bridge, and the two stood leaning on the railing. Not long after, the river surface was filled with dots of lotus lanterns. With a "wow", Xiaoye leaned down and took a closer look.

This young man is probably not a mortal in the world, and he finds everything novel to see. He dragged Hanshu all the way to watch, and he has never been so quiet. He asked the boy: "You are so careful, what are you looking at?"

"I'm counting river lanterns!" Xiaoye pointed to the colorful lanterns on the river, "It's a pity that these lanterns are on and off, and they are still drifting with the tide. I can't count them."

Count the river lights.

Hanshu broke out in sweat when he heard it, and immediately regretted asking.

The young man's interest remained undiminished, he pulled Hanshu and said, "Teacher, help me count together!"

Hanshu responded subconsciously: "En? How do you count..."

Halfway through the speech, he felt something was wrong again, so he raised his head and looked at the boy.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide as if remembering something, and after looking back at Hanshu, a thick fog spread around his body, Hanshu frowned, turned his head slightly, and when he turned his head again, the young man disappeared.

Disappeared out of thin air, just like the world evaporated.

Hanshu was slightly stunned, but he didn't think it was very surprising. After all, he had already guessed that the young man might not be a mortal... But why did he run away suddenly?

Hanshu thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head and tightened his grip on the folding fan in his hand.

He was still worried about how he would go back, but after the young man left, his eyes gradually blurred, like the calm water surface being disrupted by gravel, the scene in front of Hanshu scattered and recovered, and finally turned into a gloomy sky ghost town.

All the lights in the world, the lanterns and the painted boats, all disappeared.

The homecoming in my hand is also burning to the end.

Seeing that Hanshu opened his eyes, the owner of the incense candle stall next to him immediately came up and asked Hanshu with a smile: "How does it feel to use it objectively?"

Hanshu was stunned for a moment, and his sanity gradually recovered. He looked down and found that there was something extra in his hand, which was the folding fan given to him by the boy at the lantern festival.

Looking at the enthusiastic boss next to him, Hanshu finally couldn't hold back and asked the question in his heart: "I use this incense candle... Will I touch others with my body?"

The boss was stunned: "How could it be that... returning home will only fall into a dream..." If ghosts can use their bodies to touch people and things from the past, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

However, before he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from beside him: "The soul of a mortal will not work, but you may not."