Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"...After Ah Ruan died, they wanted to bury her at first, but then they were afraid of Ah Ruan's retribution, so they decided to use Ah Ruan's body to build a stone statue and worship it every day, so as to alleviate the sin and eliminate Ah Ruan's resentment... ..."

"It seems that she didn't appreciate it at all, and this resentment hasn't dissipated." Gu Yuehua twitched the corner of her mouth.

"This is what we owe her, and I owe her..." The old woman burst into tears, "As long as she can eliminate her resentment, it's okay to kill me..."

Qing Huan sneered: "Just your life, what is it worth?"

"I...it's all my fault, my fault..." The old woman kowtowed on the ground in remorse and pain.

And at this moment, a woman's scream came from outside.

Qing Huan was startled, and quickly ran out, Gu Yuehua followed.

The lights in a row of houses were on, but no one came out of the house.

Qing Huan looked at the crying house and kicked open the door. The inside smelled like candles, and all she could see was a mess of talisman papers—this village didn’t have electricity, so all the houses were lit with candles , the row after row of white candles dazzles people.

The woman hugged her son on the bed and wept bitterly, tearing her heart out: "Yuanyuan, my Yuanyuan... my baby... woo... baby..." It was a son, but it was a girl It shows how much a woman cherishes this son, because she wants to hold his life, take a girl's name, and dress up like a girl...

Gu Yuehua walked over, touched the child, and shook his head at Qing Huan: "I'm out of breath, it's only been a while."

The women cried even louder.

With a sullen face, Qing Huan suddenly turned and ran outside.

"Qing Huan, where are you going?" Gu Yuehua followed.

"Don't follow me!"

Hearing Qing Huan's words, Gu Yuehua thought about it and stopped in her tracks——

Forget it, let him do it...it should be fine.

At this time, the sky was already dark.

Qing Huan didn't know where she was going, she just ran forward according to her own feeling, or chased forward.

After running for about half an hour, I finally stopped in a bamboo forest.

Standing there panting, Qing Huan could smell the damp earth in the air.

He looked up at the bamboo that almost covered the roof, calmed his breath slowly, and said, "Ruan Ruan, where are you? You are here, aren't you? Ruan Ruan?"

"..." The answer was silence.

Qing Huan said softly, "Ruan Ruan, it's me, I'm Bai Qinghuan, don't you remember me? Ruan Ruan, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"..."

"Ruan Ruan, don't leave, okay? Let's talk." Qing Huan simply sat down on the ground, not caring that the wet mud would get his pants wet and dirty.

"..."

"Ruan Ruan, we haven't seen each other for so long, look, I haven't changed much, have I? I don't know, have you changed? The Ruan Ruan I remember is a very beautiful and cute girl who calls me 'Sir, Sir' Yes, follow me to learn calligraphy and painting, and also want to learn to play chess and piano, but it’s a pity that I don’t have time to learn... When I don’t eat, Ruan Ruan will think of ways to let me eat and wash my clothes... …We collected medicine together, Ruan Ruan, remember? Ruan Ruan cried because she picked the wrong medicine..."

Qing Huan listened while talking, when she heard the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves, the corners of her mouth slightly raised——

"Ruan Ruan, are you angry because your husband hasn't come to see you for so long? You don't want to recognize your husband anymore?" Qing Huan said slowly: "It's my fault, sir. Be alone... Do you know what it means to be alone? Mr. taught you that you may have forgotten. Anyway, Mr. is too selfish, thinking of being alone... Really, too selfish. Ruan Ruan, Mr. I'm sorry, I didn’t take good care of you, it’s useless for you to call 'sir’ so many times... You are right to blame Mr., you are right to hate Mr. Ruan Ruan, can you talk to Mr.? Mister talking to himself is so boring... Wasn't Ruan Ruan very talkative before? He also liked to sing the little tunes he learned? Ruan Ruan, how about, this time, Mr. Chang will sing you little tunes, okay?"

"..." There was still no reply.

Qing Huan didn't mind, and slowly sang by herself: "Purple bamboo blooms in July, little sister, I have a great time picking flowers. Holding a purple bamboo basket in hand, wearing a purple bamboo shirt. The beautiful purple bamboo flowers are worn on the chest. Picked a mountain Another mountain, like butterflies flying among flowers..."

Qing Huan's voice was low and soft, like a thin whisper, echoing in the bamboo forest.

The cold liquid fell on Qing Huan's hands——

Qing Huan raised her head and saw the pair of feet and the red skirt——

"Sir, don't look..." The girl's voice was faint and cold, but Qing Huan could read the uneasiness in it - "I'm ugly now...Sir, don't look..."

"Okay, I won't watch." Qing Huan closed her eyes and didn't look any further.

He felt a pair of cold hands on his, and the temperature of those hands was really as cold as ice - she pulled him up from the ground, and then wanted to withdraw her hand, but Qing Huan held it up.

"Sir...don't...dirty..." Her voice trembled slightly.

"Ruan Ruan thinks Mr.'s hands are dirty?"

"No, it's me...I'm dirty..."

Qing Huan was silent: "No, Ruan Ruan is not dirty."

"Sir... I don't know..." The following words did not go on.

"I only know that you are Ruan Ruan, Ruan Ruan who is my husband, that's enough." Qing Huan emphasized.

The girl sobbed, as if she was the same little girl who confessed in front of Qing Huan because she took the wrong medicine.

"Ruan Ruan, don't cry." Qing Huan said with a light smile, "Mr. can't see you, so I can't wipe your tears."

"Sir, Ruan Ruan...is dead...Mr. Ruan Ruan, it's a ghost." The girl choked up and said.

"Becoming a ghost is also Mr. Ruan Ruan." Qing Huan said softly.

The girl looked at the person in front of her who kept the promise and closed her eyes: "Mr. is still so good-looking and so young...is Mr. a god?"

"Is there such a useless deity?" Qing Huan smiled wryly: "If Mister was a deity, he would have brought Ruan Ruan together to become a little deity."

"Ruan Ruan can't be a god..." The girl shook her head and sighed: "Ruan Ruan has become a ghost, a very bad ghost who killed many people... I can't be a god anymore..."

"Then why did Ruan Ruan kill people and become a very bad ghost?"

"Because..." The temperature around her seemed to drop a lot in an instant, and her voice became eerie: "They should be damned...I want to kill them all..."

"Ruan Ruan..." Qing Huan squeezed her hand even tighter: "They deserve to die, but for these people, Ruan Ruan is not worth it. You don't go to reincarnation, but use yourself to cast a curse, don't you know I know, when you finish your revenge, you will bear the consequences..."

"Ruan Ruan knows..." The girl said in a sad voice, "But I have to kill them... Otherwise, I'm not willing...I want to kill them..."

"It's been 30 years, and the damn thing is already dead." Qing Huan said softly, "Let it go, Ruan Ruan, let go of your hatred, abandon your resentment, it's over... Mister doesn't want to see you, even if you are After death, the soul is also bound by hatred..."

"Sir...it's too late." The girl shook her head: "Ruan Ruan has finished his revenge and must fulfill his promise..."

"Promise? What promise?"

"'He' said, let Ruan Ruan take revenge in his own way. After finishing, Ruan Ruan will give his soul to 'him'..."

"Who is 'he'?" Qing Huan finally opened her eyes, and saw the pale and thin face in front of her.

"do not know……"

Qing Huan was silent for a while, her gaze fixed: "No, it's not too late yet."

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"Gu Yuehua!" Qing Huan rushed back and saw Gu Yuehua leaning against the door bored.

"Finally back." Gu Yuehua smiled, and half-jokingly said: "I thought you eloped with someone else."

Qing Huan ignored his joke, and asked solemnly: "Where is Yuanyuan's soul?"

Gu Yuehua looked at him: "Ask me?"

"Well, he just died at that time. This place is separated from the outside world, and it's impossible to get through for a while. The soul should still be there..."

Gu Yuehua smiled and said: "I knew you... Tell me, how can you thank me?"

Hearing what he said, Qing Huan was relieved, and immediately asked: "Can you help me... take Yuanyuan's soul..."

"I can help you lure your soul back." Gu Yuehua waved his finger in front of Qing Huan's eyes: "Then is it once or twice, what will happen to me?"

Qing Huan patted his hand away: "You can do whatever you want, just help me first." It's so preoccupied...

"Okay." Hearing what he said, Gu Yuehua didn't agree.

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Gu Yuehua brought Yuanyuan's soul back to her original body, and Yuanyuan came back to life. His mother was so grateful that she kowtowed on the ground, and everyone else came to their house to see the revived Yuanyuan. hope.

Qing Huan and Gu Yuehua opened the stone statue together, and took out A Ruan's body from inside, but they did not bury the body, but cremated it—the body with only the bones left was sealed in the stone statue for another 30 years. The cremation was very difficult, but in the end it was Gu Yuehua who got the fire to complete the cremation.During the cremation ceremony, the remaining villagers knelt in front of it, burning paper money and chanting scriptures on saving the dead.Qing Huan told them that the souls of the dead would rest in peace only if each of them recited a thousand times, and the terrible curse that had shrouded the village for 30 years would finally disappear—in fact, Qing Huan said this on purpose, he didn't want Ah Ruan to be saved at all, The so-called transcendence still has to go to the underworld for trial. Ah Ruan has no choice but to go there, otherwise she doesn’t know what kind of hell punishment she will suffer for her sins——Qing Huan wants to punish those people, although this punishment is far from enough Compared with what A Ruan suffered in the past, but they are human beings, how can they be punished? They repay their grievances—besides, in the past 30 years, everyone has been tortured by curses and nightmares.—A Ruan’s curse, see It seemed that they were just punishing those men, but these women who were left behind faced the unknown death of their father, husband, and son, as well as their daily depressive life. In fact, everyone was the target of punishment.

The old woman, Ah Ruan's aunt, had approached Qing Huan, but Qing Huan was impatient to talk to her, so she shied away and let Gu Yuehua deal with her.Later, when she learned about the scriptures of transcendence, she recited the scriptures more devoutly. After the other people had finished reading the scriptures a thousand times, she was still chanting there, saying that she would not stop until she read the scriptures [-] times, so that Ah Ruan could be guaranteed Transcendence, better reincarnation.

After Gu Yuehua told Qing Huan, Qing Huan frowned, but carefully sealed A Ruan's ashes in the empty jar and wrapped them up carefully before she could rest assured.

Qing Huan and Gu Yuehua left the village early in the morning. It was not yet full light, and everyone in the village was sleeping—oh, except for the old woman who was still concentrating on reciting sutras. Noticing Qing Huan's departure.

When getting into the car, Qing Huan was going to hold the jar containing A Ruan's ashes, but Gu Yuehua insisted on putting the jar in the back seat, Qing Huan had no choice but to let him go after ensuring safety.After Qing Huan got into the car, Gu Yuehua's eyes swept over the white shadow that followed Qing Huan step by step, and that shadow immediately got into the urn cleverly, and never came out again——Gu Yuehua got on the driver's seat with satisfaction. Seat, start the machine, the car starts to move forward facing the rising sun, and continues the journey below.

The sun rises, and the sun shines on the village that has been shrouded in haze for 30 years, which seems to indicate that the village that has reconnected with the world is about to start a new life...

Will it really happen?Who knows, anyway, it has nothing to do with Qing Huan and the others who drove away before.