Should the soul

For a while, the two of them had no one to write for a long time, and the flowers and trees on the snow-white satin post slowly faded away, leaving no traces.Little Tang Hou bit his thumb nervously, and waited for Zhou Yin's feedback with his eyes wide open.

Flowers and trees, these are the secret words between the two of them that don't need to think too much, but what Zhou Yin will say after confirming his identity, he is completely unprepared: Can he understand?Can he understand the double tree pattern that suddenly appeared without writing?How would he view this in his mortal body?Now the one who is communicating with him is a ghost who has been dead for many years. Is he happy or afraid?

Little Tang Hou's heart was so tense that it was pounding wildly. He squatted in the corner, staring at the silk post intently. He felt that after waiting for a long time, there was finally movement on it. It's a vertical...

"Yes……"

Xiao Tanghou read softly, holding his breath and waiting for him to finish writing.

【It's you】

Xiao Tanghou immediately straightened his neck and did it overnight: 【It's me! 】

Yes yes yes yes... it's me!

As if he was afraid that this sentence would not prove himself, he repeated it several times: [Zhou Yin, I am Tang Fang, it is me, it is me]

His wrist was trembling, but his handwriting was scribbled in the past, and it was written like ghostly symbols next to Zhou Yin's strong handwriting. Tears couldn't stop falling. Finally, the ink disappeared again. Also digesting the excitement of regaining what was lost and reuniting after a long absence, Zhou Yin started to write again, and every horizontal, vertical, scribbled and ticked line was soaked with his affection and solemnity.

【How are you? 】

Tang Fang picked up the pen and wrote carefully stroke by stroke.

【I'm very good. 】

【where are you now? 】

Tang Fang looked around, [I am now in a very dark place, but there is light. 】

[Is it really dead? 】

Tang Fang's eyes became hot, and the hand holding the pen seemed to be holding his own internal organs, and he hardly dared to write.

[I failed to find your body, I always feel that you are still alive, but in a place I don't know. 】

Only then did Tang Fang firmly hold the pen holder of the chicken brush, and carefully wrote: 【It's really dead. 】

After writing this sentence, Tang Fang suddenly couldn't squat anymore, his whole body seemed to have been pulled out, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

【Sorry, I left you so early. 】

I'm sorry, I dragged you into the most dangerous situation in the world, but left so early, leaving you alone to face so many ups and downs.

This time, the other end of the white silk was silent for a long time, and when all the ink was gone, Zhou Yin slowly wrote [Don't talk about this, don't talk about this between us... You are there, have you suffered any grievances? 】

Xiao Tanghou shook his head while writing 【No】

[Is there enough to eat and use?Do you need me to bring you something? 】

Xiao Tanghou sat cross-legged on the ground, roughly wiped the water on his face with his left hand, and replied gently and patiently with his right hand, "It's all fine now, don't need it"

[Then do you want me to bring something to someone?They all miss you. 】

【No, don't bother them. If you have to say it, then say that I miss them too, and I hope my elder brother and sister-in-law are well. 】

【then you……】

The ink on the opposite side paused for a moment, as if hesitating, and then carefully and eagerly wrote [What do you want to tell me? 】

Tang Fang was stunned for a moment.

Seeing the words as if meeting someone, the short, quiet and elegant writing made him suddenly realize that Zhou Yin wanted to hear what he had to say, and it also made him realize the embarrassment of his current status: he wanted to see him, and wanted to use his identity to communicate with him. Talk, then what?What can he say?What if I really said it?After all, there is actually only one path he can choose, and that is farewell.

Tang Fang's hands began to shake, and he took a deep breath, pretending to be relaxed and indifferent.

【Actually, I don’t have anything to say. I came back this time mainly to take a look around. I’m very happy to see that you are all healthy and healthy. But I just discovered one thing, why is there no mistress in your house yet? ? 】

Tang Fang could clearly imagine how shocked Zhou Yin would be when he saw this sentence.

He didn't urge him, but just waited for him. After a long time, a line of words appeared much faster than before:

【Kong Jie said you don't like me having someone else】

Tang Fang was about to laugh angrily at Zhou Yin's answer.

He adjusted himself into a comfortable position, supported Ling Tie, and laughed while weeping 【He's talking nonsense, don't pay attention to him】

[But I think what he said makes sense]

[What reason? 】

【You will be angry indeed】

Tang Fang's tears fell down without a thread, and the emotions in his heart were turbulent. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

[In the past two years, I have met people who are very similar to you]

Tang Fang didn't pick up the pen, Ren Zhouyin wrote slowly [One Dan Shu, one Kong Jie] [Dan Shu died this spring, Kong Jie was possessed by a little ghost this autumn...] [Dan Shu is very similar to Fifteen Six You at the age of [-], you are alive and kicking around all day, the possessed Kong Jie...] [I can’t say, but if you are still alive, it should be his temperament now]

Tang Fang: 【What kind of temperament is that】

Zhou Yin: [Perverse and mean, a slippery, intelligent child]

Tang Fang bit his lip hard, and quickly wrote [Why aren't all good words? 】

【Don't be fooled by Kong Jie that kid】

[Ghosts are best at pretending to be the dead lover of a living person. They know what you like and what you hate. He is just lying to you, so ignore him]

[Do you like everyone's ladies? 】

【Actually, if someone can take care of you, I will be very happy】

【Next time, let's look for someone who is knowledgeable and reasonable, shall we?It's been so long, you can choose another person to like, okay? 】

Don't be fooled by people like me, don't be deceived by people with ulterior motives, don't be obsessed with me, don't have weaknesses, Tang Fang Tang Zigui is dead, you must remember, Tang Fang is dead, don't stay where you are, don't Let others hurt you.

【Are you asking me to forget about you? 】

Zhou Yin over there asked slowly.

【I don't want you to forget me】

Tang Fang supported Ling Tie, and he had to use all his strength to see his writing [I want you to look forward, don't look back, it would be good to leave a small place in your heart. 】

【But……】

The silk post was wrinkled, one stroke, one stroke, one point, one point, dripping out tears.

【The road ahead, without you anymore】

They met each other when they were young, and they should have died together, but he was left alone in the road ahead.

Tang Fang curled up at the corner of the red wall, saw that sentence and tears, suddenly gave up everything, let him lie to him, let him lie to him!As long as he can be happy, he is willing to do anything, "You will not be without me", Tang Fang trembled all over, as if he was experiencing a silent wail, with the little light of the stone lamp, he wrote "Don't Cry" ,do not Cry……】

【I'm not... just by your side. 】