Chunyin

Zhuang Heng just rested in this dilapidated thatched hut for the whole night. I took the bed and felt uneasy after being away from the Kushui River. I lay on the thatched roof and listened to the sound of the rain in the lotus pond all night.

In the middle of the night, two clusters of light, one red and one green, suddenly appeared from the lotus pond outside. In the dark and rainy night, the two clusters were very faint, and were blown by the wind like catkins across the fence to the courtyard, and then slipped through the window to Zhuang Heng. In the room.I picked up the thatch on the roof and looked down.

The two balls of light came to Zhuang Heng's bed, swayed around for a long time, and whispered to each other for a while, and finally two palm-sized figures, one red and one blue, appeared in front of the bed.The two villains looked at each other for a while, and finally climbed onto the bed carefully, lay down on the left and right at Zhuang Heng's feet, and then curled up into a ball.After a while, apart from Zhuang Heng's calm breathing, there were two small snoring sounds in the room.

I want to laugh.These two little monsters are quite big, and they actually fell asleep.

This kind of small light group is often seen in Menggu Mountain, it is a little fairy who has just learned to concentrate and gather energy.It is called "yingchi" in the records of strange things in the world, and it is believed to be a ghost transformed by fireflies. Occasionally, pedestrians in the mountains will be surrounded by a few fireflies, especially in summer nights.Ordinary people don't know it, so they just take it as a firefly and think it's a good thing.In fact, although Yingchi can't do any big monsters, they are surrounded by people to borrow mortal yang energy to improve their cultivation, even though they can't eat much in small bites.

Half of the merits I have accumulated in my merit bag are from helping Night Walkers catch fireflies—it’s just that I often self-defeating and scare mortals out of their wits.

Zhuang Heng should not be frightened by me.

So I floated down to the roof and sat cross-legged next to Zhuang Heng.There are firefly clusters at his feet, one is green and the other is bright red, the figure of the phantom is still very vague, only the limbs can be distinguished.The two halos became bright and dark with Zhuang Heng's breathing, leaning against Zhuang Heng's feet, sleeping very soundly.I stretched out my finger, trying to wake up the two fireflies, but I couldn't bear it halfway—I was so lonely before, and I went to find the nest of wild ducks to spend the night, but in fact it was different from them, it was just a monster with the same heart.

And - I turned my head to look at Zhuang Heng - this man was sleeping peacefully, he was dreaming of something, and there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.I leaned over and touched him, and felt so comfortable that I wanted to sigh.No wonder Yingchi wanted to come to him, he was young and full of yang energy, being next to him was like being next to a fire, warm and comfortable.

Sitting next to Zhuang Heng, I struggled for a long time about whether to drive Yingchi away.To be a ghost, you need to be consistent with your words and deeds. If I drive them away, I will definitely not be able to stay by his side, but I really... It is much more comfortable to be next to him than to a wild duck.

I haven't been this comfortable in years.

This struggle lasted till dawn.

Zhuang Heng opened his eyes and woke up, Yingchi also woke up, and the little goblin was shocked when he saw that I was beside me, and rushed out of the window screaming all the way.As for me, I was also taken aback by Zhuang Heng.When he first woke up, he was in a daze. After sitting on the bed for a while, I leaned against the wall and hid tremblingly in the corner.

Suddenly I thought that I am a ghost, can't I go through walls?My heart suddenly relaxed.

The next moment, I was standing in the wind and rain outside the house, fully dressed and facing the wind.

Today, I believe that the creation of heaven has its own cause and effect, and being a ghost also has the benefits of being a ghost.

The next day was cloudy and still raining.

Zhuang Heng got up when the sky was just getting white, and after a rough wash, he went to the kitchen to bury the pot to cook.

I calmed down in the wind and rain in the courtyard for a while, and then walked back pretending to be nothing, and stood idly under the eaves, with the slanting wind and drizzle blowing in, covering my body with a chill.I listened to the movement on the other side of the kitchen stove, and looked over the fence to the rippling lotus pond outside.Suddenly a black shadow flitted across the yard and flew into the eaves from the outside. Looking up, there was a swallow's nest built on the beam.

Swallow's buttocks were sticking out, and a few heads stuck out from the edge, stretching its neck and opening its mouth.I found it interesting that there was a swallow's nest, so I floated up to see it.

Changed the angle of view, saw clearly, and counted, there are four heads, four mouths, the chick feathers have not grown yet, the bald head is bald and gray, a bit ugly.

I sat on the beam and looked at it. I remembered that there used to be a swallow’s nest in front of my mother’s hall. The swallows came every year. My mother was kind and never touched it after cleaning the house.The Hou Mansion has been raided for so long, and everything has become old affairs. I don't know if the swallow's nest is still there, and if the swallow will come or not.

I poked my head around and took a closer look. Unexpectedly, the female swallow seemed to sense it, turned its head and flapped its wings, and pecked at my eyes fiercely.I was startled, and I naturally wanted to hide. When I hid, I fell into the beam——Zhuang Heng just passed by under the beam with a bowl in his hand. I panicked and screamed "Zhuang Heng", hoping that he would catch me. Bundle.

Zhuang Ziyu really stopped, and he caught a swallow with quick eyesight and quick hands - caught a baby swallow that accidentally turned out of the nest.

I fell to the ground.The young swallow fell into his hands.

I looked at him crookedly on the ground, under the gloomy sky, Zhuang Heng's tall and straight figure was set off.This tall figure is holding a small baby swallow in his hands.

The young swallow was ignorant, still begging for food with its mouth open in his palm.Zhuang Heng seemed to glance at me on the ground, then looked at the fluffy brown baby swallow in his hand, moved his fingers, and stroked the little bird's head--I saw that, similar to touching my fish's head.

I didn't want to get up, so I just lay there very depressed.Of course ghosts don't hurt when you fall - but I think a friend in need will see the truth.It's just that I forgot in an instant. I have been in trouble for a long time, and I have seen the true feelings of this person long ago.

Zhuang Heng brought a ladder from nowhere, climbed to a high place and carefully put the baby swallow back into the nest, and then went to eat his breakfast.

I'm still lying down.

After the big swallow flew away, the bird's nest became quiet. I watched for a while, and my eyes swept across the cobweb-covered roof one by one, and finally moved to the gloomy sky outside the eaves.The blue-gray torn cotton wool has been stuffed in the sky for more than a month. When will the rain stop?

In addition to being able to escape through the wall, being a ghost has another advantage. When you are tired, you can lie down on the spot, because you have no hope, and you are not counted on by anyone.

After lying down for a while, I became more and more dispirited, and when I thought about it, I retracted into the body of the carp—thanks to Zhuang Heng, I am in a bad mood today, and it is not appropriate to chatter, miss, or move around.

Zhuang Heng straightened up, and when he fished me out of the water, he touched my stomach and back dishonestly.After putting me in the jar, he reached in again and stroked my forehead.

I felt uncomfortable all over.

What's wrong with this person, why does he have to touch every head?

He finally withdrew his hand: "Let's go. Take you back."

So I slumped in the porcelain jar, the porcelain jar was put in a bamboo basket, and the bamboo basket was carried on his back, and I wobbled along with him for a while. I watched the skylight and clouds reflected in the small puddle of water at the mouth of the jar, After walking for a while, I don't know why it was very comfortable.

I feel better.Then fell asleep.

It’s been a long time since I had a good dream—I used to dream twice in three days in the Kushui River, but the ending of the dream was often very miserable.Most of the time when I wake up from the dream, I can’t tell the reason, or there is no tragic plot in the dream, but when I wake up, I look at the deserted fields and the Menggu Mountain in the dusk, and I feel very sad for no reason.

The same is true of good dreams. I can't explain why, and I don't dream about anyone or anything, but I wake up feeling refreshed physically and mentally.

I turned over in the altar, and accidentally saw a seal on the bottom of the altar: Cangya Cave.

In the dream, the scene of green pines, verdant cypresses and hazy clouds flashed by, and there were three words faintly visible on the cliff covered by pines and cypresses, vaguely "Cangya Cave".

I:"……"

It seemed that the dream was not without reason.Or is this a "good dream world" that will help people have good dreams?But I dare to ask, except for my special situation, who else would sleep and dream in the jar?

I got out of my soul body, poked my head out of the bamboo basket, and was about to ask a question, but was startled by the sight in front of me.Zhuang Heng had reached the town at some point, and there was a market in front of him. Although it was raining lightly, the road was crowded with people——I haven’t had contact with people for a long time, and every time I came into contact with people in the past hundred years, there was always a commotion. The shock is uncertain, so it is very frightening.

He only dared to stick it in Zhuang Heng's ear and ask, "Where is Cangya Cave?"

Probably because of my question, Zhuang Heng's footsteps obviously paused, and then quickly continued to walk forward.

What's wrong with this person who has a mouth but doesn't use it to speak?

"Zhuang Heng, have you ever heard a saying?" I said, "A rabbit bites when it is in a hurry."

"You must have heard that Fu Huan forced me to bite people back then."

"It hurts me to bite."

"..."

Zhuang Heng stopped completely.

I know why he stopped.

I bit his ear in my mouth.

The bite I took was very real and real. I didn’t expect to bite so real before I bit my mouth. I was shocked when I tasted the bloody smell in my mouth. After I let go of my mouth, I saw the tooth marks. He leaned forward again, stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The lick is also true.

I:"……"

Zhuang Heng: "..."

It is necessary to explain the reason for my surprise: I am a ghost. Generally speaking, I can’t get in touch with real objects, but there are some exceptions, such as the pair of wild ducks in the reeds, such as the rice dumplings thrown into the Kushui River during the Dragon Boat Festival, such as the Children playing by the river and accidentally falling into the water.I once tried to summarize the rules, but unfortunately there were too few examples, so I failed.

So I didn't mean to really bite him.

I looked at the bloodshot tooth marks on Zhuang Heng's ear, and I had a mixed feeling that couldn't be described in words: Very good, now there is another example.

Zhuang Heng stood for a while in the busy market, then slightly turned his head towards me.

I said, "...you may not believe me if I tell you. I didn't mean to bite you."

He finally said his first words to me: "Biting is not intentional. What about licking?"

Me: "...what?"

The author says:

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