[Net King] My Wei Jin Merry Girl

Chapter 8 The Soul of the Soft Girl Returns

"The dew on the scallion, He Yixi, the dew will fall again in the Ming Dynasty, when will the person return after death..." How easy it is to dry up, the dew will fall again tomorrow when it dries up, once a person's life is gone, when will it come back. 】

"Zixi Zixi, the soul is back!"

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Accompanied by a misty singing, his consciousness began to wake up slowly.He opened his eyes and stared blankly into the endless darkness.

He looked at it ignorantly and in a daze, except for the black that caught his eyes, he couldn't feel anything else.I don't know the cold or the heat, I don't feel the outside world, I don't know who I am.

The melancholy singing voice, if there is nothing, appears and disappears from time to time, as if it comes from a distant place.The singing voice carried a rhythm he was familiar with, but it was ethereal and not very clear.He followed his instinct and drifted towards the singing voice.

After an unknown period of time, the singing finally became clearer and clearer. "Xie Shanglu, He Yixi, Luxi will fall again tomorrow, when will one return after death." He hummed softly to the song, over and over again.Then, a picture suddenly appeared in the originally chaotic mind.

Those were two figures that were very familiar but couldn't be seen clearly, one was dressed in white and blue, and the other was wearing red clothes. They stood on the cliff facing the mountain wind, looking down at the surging river below the mountain.Singing this elegy together, they sang it over and over again because they only loved its sadness and beauty.

He wanted to get closer to see those two figures, but he couldn't get any closer.

Then, a white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.When the white light faded, he put down his long sleeves and looked around at the flying white flags, floating paper money, and hanging elegiac couplets. He heard the music of mourning and music, mixed with people's mournful cries. It suddenly became clear that a funeral was being held here.

He walked forward slowly, looking at the people on both sides of the aisle, Mai Suge, kneeling and weeping, the familiar feeling hit his heart again, and it became more and more clear.

After passing through the front hall, he came to the mourning hall. The first thing he saw was the huge black lacquer colored coffin parked in the mourning hall. Lying on the ground, holding a jar of wine and pouring it on his back, the wine splashed all over his face, along his cheeks and hair spread across his front, spilled on the ground, and then the whole ground was wet.But the drinker didn't stop, cursing loudly, accusing the man in the coffin of disregarding friendship and leaving before him.

He watched him standing up precariously, holding the wine jar, intending to slam it against the coffin, and then, being pulled by people in white clothes on both sides, pushing and pushing, the wine jar fell to the ground with a "bang", Broken to pieces.That foolish guy suddenly knelt down, grabbed the ground with his head, and wailed.The sadness of the sound made everyone on both sides bow their heads and weep.

He looked at the figure kneeling and weeping bitterly, and heard the elegy again in his ears, and he suddenly understood that the person in red clothes and hair on the cliff was the person in front of him.Except for the Huasheng Zhuyi, although this person completely lost the unrestrained and unrestrained style on the cliff at this moment, the familiarity exuded from the bottom of his bones can still make him conclude at a glance that they are the same person.

He turned his head and looked at the coffin, suddenly very envious of the person inside, who could get such a close friend and beloved man.So, he stepped forward, trying to see clearly who was engraved on the wooden sign in front of the coffin.However, when he approached, before he could take a closer look, a donkey bray suddenly sounded behind his ears.

Normally, for this sound, he couldn't help clapping his hands in applause.However, at this time, he can only envy the person in the coffin more and more. He has a friend who is willing to mourn for him, just because the friend loved the sound of the donkey before he was alive. What an enviable friendship this is.

He turned around and looked at the plaque in front of the coffin again, but suddenly saw an old woman in her seventies walking tremblingly into the mourning hall with the help of her maidservants.Looking at the sad face of the old woman and eyes filled with tears, he suddenly felt an abyss opened in his heart, and the cold air shot up from the bottom, freezing all his senses.

He stared at the familiar face of the old woman, and trembled violently all over, just because, the moment he saw the old woman, he suddenly knew that she was none other than the grandmother who raised him.

No, it's impossible, how is it possible? !He screamed and staggered back. Ever since his grandfather was convicted of not being recruited (not accepting the emperor's conscript into an official position), and his parents had died, his family had almost only him and his grandmother left, and now... Who, who could make grandmother so sad? !

The answer was ready to come out, but how could he accept it.

"Old lady!" At this moment, he heard a howl behind him, and the man who was throwing wine and braying in front of the coffin had stepped forward to help the old lady.

He looked at the man's face, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, vermilion lips and sharp jaw, it was clearly his best friend, Prince Qiong of Langya.He suddenly burst out laughing, this is really an extremely ridiculous and absurd dream.He turned around and rushed towards the coffin, the tablet on which the letter was written was indeed Kuaiji Xie Zixi.

He looked up to the sky and smiled, it was impossible, it was absolutely impossible, he waved his hand and knocked down the tablet in front of the coffin, and then angrily tore down all the banners and elegiac couplets hanging in the mourning hall. Under the blowing of the wind, they went out one after another and fell to the ground, scattered and broken in all directions.A gust of wind blew through the mourning hall, blowing people blind.

After venting all this, he returned to his grandmother and friends, trying to tell them again and again that he was not dead, but that he was right in front of them.But his friend and grandmother didn't seem to see him at all. He angrily pulled his friend's sleeve, but his hand went through his body.He didn't believe it, and rushed towards the kneeling and crying servants in the hall, but they didn't respond to him.

He looked at his hands, and suddenly found in despair that no one here could see him.

However, at this moment, he heard his friend shouting: "Zixi, Zixi, is it you, is it you, are you back? Have you come to see us?"

He turned around and saw his friend rushing towards the black lacquered coffin, reaching inside with trembling hands.He stared at his friend's movements, and the panic in his heart rose to the extreme.

He saw that his friend held out a long gown, and then hugged the long gown and wept unceasingly.The moon-white color is exactly his favorite one. He remembers that it was sewn by his grandmother to congratulate him on his crowning ceremony (coming-of-age ceremony). At that time, her eyes had not been blinded (gu, No. Three beeps, referring to the blind).

He stepped forward numbly, passed the wailing friend, stood on top of the coffin, and looked inward.Inside the coffin lay a set of his clothes, matching shoes, a hand with three fingers missing, a broken leg, and an unrecognizable head.

He stared at the head without blinking, and when he heard his friend crying more and more sadly, his mind suddenly went blank, and he turned and floated out the door.

He didn't know how long time had passed, and he didn't know where he came from. He just said that when he got out of that muddled state, he found himself on the top of Linshan Temple.Caressing the cold big clock with both hands, he looked up at the panoramic mountains and rivers outside the pavilion, and that dusty memory came back to his mind.That night, he didn't sleep with the bell in his arms, nor was he carried home by his servants, but amidst their exclamation, he swooped down along the fence on the edge of the pavilion.

He closed his eyes, opened his arms, felt the wind pass through his body, jumped lightly, and jumped off the cliff again.

……

"Mother, when will my sister wake up?" In the ward, Xiao Sanada opened his red eyes and looked at Mrs. Sanada expectantly.

Mrs. Sanada raised her hand and touched Sanada's forehead, feeling sour in her heart, she gently hugged Sanada into her arms, "Xianichiro, trust mother, the baby will wake up when the sun rises."

"No, mother, you have already said that my sister should have woken up yesterday, but she didn't wake up." Xiao Sanada broke free from Mrs. Sanada's arms, pressed her lips tightly, and looked at the still-closed eyes on the bed. The little baby had an extremely helpless expression on his face.

Looking at such a small Sanada, Mrs. Sanada choked up and begged: "Xianichiro, no more, my sister will definitely wake up at dawn. This time, mother assures you, the last time it was the mother who misestimated the little pig's ability." The degree of sleep, really. So, eat first, okay? Mother won’t stop you after eating, and you can wait as long as you want, okay, mother will wait with you. "

Listening to his mother's words, Xiao Sanada nodded, reluctantly agreeing.

Mrs. Sanada left the ward, leaning against the door and sobbing softly.

"Yuzi!" Sanada Shenmin rushed to the hospital, and what he saw was his wife leaning against the wall and crying helplessly, he felt a pang of distress, he reached out to wrap his arms around her shoulders, and pulled her into his arms.

Mrs. Sanada leaned on her husband's chest, sobbing softly.After crying for a while, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and stopped the soreness accumulated in her heart.

"Ikuko, don't worry. Dr. Kumano said that Nana is fine, but she is still sleeping. It will be fine when she wakes up. Please be patient with Genichiro." Gently patted his wife's back , Sanada Shenmin comforted.

"Well, I know this, it's just...just, this kid, Genichiro, is so distressing."

"It's okay, Genichiro is a man, he knows what he's doing. Please trust the determination of the Sanada man."

"Well, what should the doctor say about Nana's illness?"

"...Doctor Kumano said that Nana's heart needs to be operated on, but the child is still too young now, if he waits for the operation, it will have to wait until Nana is [-] or [-] years old, so now, he can only take medicine. You also need to pay more attention, and the doctor recommends checking every month."

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Xie Zixi thought he was dead, he died in that ridiculous funeral, in the whistling wind under the cliff of Linshan Temple.

However, after an unknown period of time, he had another dream. In that dream, there was a group of Yi people who spoke words he could not understand at all. They had many magical things. In the dream, there was a black-haired boy looking He smiled silly, fed him, changed his clothes and bathed him.The most ridiculous thing is that he also turned into a baby girl.How could such a ridiculous thing happen? He jumped out of the baby girl's body, shook his sleeves and wanted to leave.

However, the black-haired boy was pulling his sleeves, looking at him pitifully with red rabbit eyes, crying and shouting words he didn't understand, but he could clearly see the reluctance in the boy's eyes.He sighed, looking at such a small child, a corner of his heart suddenly softened.

However, in this moment of trance, he was horrified to find that he was sucked into the baby girl's body again. This time, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out of this body.

The author has something to say: Huh, it took too much time and brains to code this stuff, but it's finally over. Since then, wow our soft girls have completely bid farewell to that side.Then, farewell to infancy, too.In fact, when designing the plot before, I planned to let the friend of Xie Zixi (soft girl) take out his clothes from the coffin, and then roll out a completely unrecognizable head from inside the clothes, but, considering, this is Xiaoyan, not It's a thriller novel, so I didn't include this plot.Houhou~~ Regarding the funerals in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, I checked the information and found that there were dirges, evocations, imitation of donkeys, and drinking. People at that time were very strange.Then, at the end, I will add another chapter in the evening, because a certain one is so obsessed with the growth of the girl, Yuanmu~ Wow, think about the plot at night, and let the girl grow up.