Granny Meng gave her a bowl of soup

Wan Yue's eyes were red with tears rolling in her eye sockets, she stared at Zhang Hui stubbornly and sadly.

It's been so long, not only the friends around me, but even my parents don't want to see them, I just don't want to hear them say such things.

She doesn't want to forget, and she can't forget.

Looking at the tears in her eyes, Zhang Hui felt pain in her heart, "Wan Yue..."

She and Wan Yue have known each other since childhood.

For a long time, she has never seen such a crying moon.

Song Wanyue looked at her fixedly, with tears in her eyes: "If this is the case, don't talk about it in the future, if Ming Yu hears it, she will be sad."

Xu Ruying didn't come in, she was leaning against the cold wall of the corridor, her body trembling slightly because she tried her best to bear it, her fingers rested on her lips, she tilted her head up, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Some things have been hidden in this body for a long time, so long that Ming Yu thinks that she has forgotten herself and the owner of this heart.

She came back just for others, never for herself.

But her Wan Yue always remembered her.

I have always felt sorry for her.

******

Zhang Hui didn't stay long before leaving Wan Yue's house.

Before leaving, Wan Yue still sent her to the door as before, except that before, she and Ming Yu would hug each other's waist and smile like Siamese twins before sending her away, but now, Only Wan Yue was left with red eyes and head hanging down, lost and sad.

Zhang Hui was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry."

She shouldn't have questioned her friend.

Obviously she knows Wan Yue so well.

Wan Yue's body trembled, she didn't speak, but patted her back lightly with her hands.

Zhang Hui endured her sadness: "Uncle and aunt, I will try my best to enlighten you, you... Take care."

Today, although Wan Yue didn't say much, every word carried weight. She knew that it would be impossible for her to forget Ming Yu in three to five years, or in this lifetime.

That being the case, it is better to give her some strength.

Wanyue alone... is also very pitiful...

Zhang Hui was sent away.

Wan Yue stood alone in the corridor for a long time.

She looked at the moonlight outside, stretched out her hand, "Ming Yu..."

——Even if you are a star, I will be the moon that surrounds you.

She promised her, never let go.

When Wan Yue returned to the house, she saw Huang Lan secretly looking out, her eyes were also bloodshot, it seemed that she had cried secretly.

Seeing her come back, Huang Lan quickly retracted her neck.

"Auntie."

Wan Yue called her softly, Huang Lan came out a little embarrassed, "Oh, that child is gone?"

Wan Yue nodded, she walked over, stretched out her arms to hug Huang Lan.

Huang Lan's body trembled, and she froze.

Her old lady has never been so intimate with her since her husband passed away, except for her daughter who hugged her like this.

Wan Yue's body has a fragrance different from Ming Yu's, her hair fragrance is mixed with a woman's unique fragrance, it smells light and pleasant.

Her body was limp, and there was a sense of desolation between her leanings.

"Auntie, I only have you..."

After a long time, Wan Yue came out with a trembling voice. Huang Lan's body relaxed a little, but her eyes were filled with tears. She slowly raised her arms, and patted her gently like a loving mother. Wanyue's shoulder, "Okay, it's all right..."

Huang Lan heard the quarrel between Wan Yue and Zhang Hui just now, and she felt uncomfortable, and once again felt that she had delayed Wan Yue.

The daughter is gone, she is an old lady who is always here, I am afraid that it will make people and friends unhappy.

Moreover, every word Zhang Hui said was reasonable, as long as the days were longer, Wan Yue would come out.

What about her?

What should she do in the future?

For a moment, Huang Lan, who had lost all her relatives, felt that the sky and the earth were big, and she had nowhere to go, no shoulder to lean on.

But now, Song Wanyue's words broke through Huang Lan's fragility and wavering, and she couldn't help hugging Wanyue.

The two of them just hugged each other quietly, maintaining a posture of being dependent on each other. Neither of them said anything, but they understood everything in their hearts.

******

Maybe it was stimulated by the conversation between Zhang Hui and Wan Yue.

Perhaps the fatigue of the past few days has broken the fragile body.

Xu Ruying was ill. She felt very cold and shivered like falling into an ice cellar. She took the medicine and lay wrapped in a quilt for a while. After taking her temperature, she didn't have a fever.

With the passage of time, her body became colder and colder. The feeling of the temperature passing through her body made Xu Ruying a little flustered. She struggled to get up, went to the kitchen to find ginger and brown sugar, and wanted to boil some cold water to drink .

Thinking about Wanyue, thinking about her words, Xu Ruying accidentally cut the fingers of her left hand while absent-minded, and the bright red blood flowed down. wrapped up.

In such a huge room, there was not even a single person to talk to.

In the desolation, Xu Ruying sat on the sofa, and she thought of them who were once happy.

They had just had a quarrel with the family, and when they moved out, Ming Yu was not proficient in cooking, but because of Wan Yue, no matter how hard life was, she felt hopeful.

After finishing work every day, she would go home and cook for Wan Yue in a hurry. At the beginning, she would occasionally cut her hands.

Ming Yu suffered a lot when she was a child, and these pains are a piece of cake for her, just find a band-aid and put it on.

But Wanyue couldn't do it, her little girl, when she came home, she saw her hand feeling sorry for her, kissing and flirting.

Xiao Mingyu's face blushed again and again, and finally, he couldn't help but put his lips against Wanyue's round earlobe, and breathed lightly: "Do you know what hands represent? If you're like this... I won't be able to restrain myself."

Song Wanyue shrank her neck, her face turned red little by little, and she looked at her angrily.

Just when Ming Yu felt a little guilty and was about to push her away with a smirk, Song Wanyue put her arms around her waist, leaned over to press her down, bit her lips and eyes with ecstasy: "Since you know it's so important, why don't you Take good care of it?"

Xiao Mingyu: ...

Such a seduction is simply fatal.

That day, that time when the thunder hit the ground, the injured area was cared and cared for by Wan Yue's gentle care, and Ming Yu will never forget that wonderful feeling.

Once so tender and nostalgic.

Xiao Mingyu wished he could cut all ten fingers and let Wan Yue comfort him.

And now...

In the haze, Xu Ruying fell asleep alone.

She still felt cold, her body was wrapped in a quilt, curled up into a ball, even when she fell asleep, she could still feel her body trembling.

In a blur, she saw the fiery red sea again, she looked down at herself, and she became Mingyu again.

"are you OK?"

While Xiao Mingyu was wandering, Mr. Xu walked over slowly wearing a black cheongsam with his hands behind his back. The cheongsam was embroidered with bright red flowers of the other side. The strong color difference between black and red formed a strange beauty, and her aura was really abnormal Powerful, Ming Yu even saw the black air mass faintly surrounding her.

"you……"

Almost instinctively, Ming Yu took a step back. Seeing her like this, Mr. Xu curled his lips and smiled, "A person who has died once is still afraid of me."

Xiao Mingyu: ...

Isn't this a dream?

Why would she say that?

Xiao Mingyu thought of the scene in the dream that Mr. Xu and Granny Meng were cooking soup together and having a conversation. Her voice was a little dry: "Who the hell are you?"

Mr. Xu stared at Xiao Mingyu quietly for a long time with his dark eyes, and she said slowly, "I am the messenger of the Netherworld."

tears...

How could there be such an envoy?

"Blood is the bridge between you and me. It hurts my breast and hurts your soul."

When she said these words, she was almost ruthless, and Ming Yu couldn't help asking: "I saw you and Po Meng making soup in a dream."

Mr. Xu stared into her eyes: "Make the soup?" She smiled: "Why do you think that Meng Po soup is made? Who is Meng Po?"

Xiao Mingyu stared at her blankly.

"Ghosts have no tears, people are ruthless, and Granny Meng is a ruthless person." Mr. Xu looked at Ming Yu's questioning expression and said indifferently: "Don't you believe it? I have lived in the world for decades, but I also know that you modern people are too complicated. Even tears taste like pig swill."

...

Xiao Mingyu: "Why are you telling me this?"

Mrs. Xu raised her right hand on her back suddenly, and when she swung her jade-white arm like a lotus root, a ball of water vapor surged, and gradually, the water vapor condensed into water droplets, and the water droplets were crystal clear between her palms, as if there was a Like life, surging with sadness and desolation, she looked at Xiao Mingyu, her figure gradually receded, blending into the bright red background like the ebb tide of the sea, leaving only the windy words in her ears.

"This is the tear she shed for you."

"I used to think that the human world is ruthless, dark and ruthless, and I am tired of everything in Saha, but now I know that true love can move the world."

"The future is full of variables."

……

Woke up from the dream in a cold sweat.

Xu Ruying was gasping for breath, hearing the rapid ringing of the bell, and it took a long time for her head to calm down before she dragged the sofa and got up to open the door.

"I called you on your cell phone, but you didn't answer, you—"

As soon as Song Wanyue came in, she could see that something was wrong with Xu Ruying, and her eyes were full of anxiety. Xu Ruying's body was weak and powerless, she smiled perfunctorily at Song Wanyue: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, don't worry, it's getting late Now, go back and rest first."

Wan Yue didn't move, she frowned and stared at Xu Ruying's pale cheeks with her dark eyes: "Are you okay?"

Xu Ruying nodded. She looked into her eyes, tried to support her limp body, took a deep breath, and said in the most confident voice, "I'm fine, I just want to take a rest."

She's obviously trying to get a guest out.

Although her soul is Ming Yu's, but against this skin, once she becomes fierce, she will still make people fear.

Xu Ruying stared at Song Wanyue, trying to frighten her away with her eyes, Song Wanyue looked at her for a moment, then said softly: "If you are really okay, let me have a look at Datiao, and I will leave when I finish watching."

Xu Ruying: …………………