Everyone owes me a favor

After they finished setting off the lights, they watched thousands of torches of gold and silver drift away with the tide.

Who would have thought that it was just a mistake, and Feng Rugu disappeared without a trace.

Chang Boning became anxious and told everyone to search for it quickly.

Luo Fuchun didn't take it seriously: "Master, Master is playful, we don't need to look for it, just go home and wait for him."

Chang Boning said seriously: "No. He will be in danger by himself."

Luo Fuchun: "..."

Sang Luojiu: "..."

Come on, there is danger, there is danger.

Luo Fuchun is very curious now, what kind of image the master looks like in the eyes of his uncle.

In the end, they split up, Haijing went home to take care of the housework, Chang Boning and Ruyi searched along the river, and Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu searched along the street.

Chang Boning and Ru, one in front of one and one in back, were walking along the brightly lit river.

Ruyi has always been silent, therefore, his silence at this moment did not attract Chang Boning's attention.

No one knew that the lava was slowly boiling under the ice.

After a long time, Ruyi called him: "Father?"

Chang Boning looked carefully at the faces illuminated by the lights on both sides of the river: "Yes."

For example: "Buddhism calls the Hungry Ghost Festival the Yulan Basin Festival, which originated from the story of Mulian saving his mother in the Buddhist scriptures. After Mulian's mother passed away, she fell into the realm of a hungry ghost. When food enters the mouth, it becomes a flame. Mulian prays to Buddha, If you get a volume of the Yulan Basin Sutra, you can serve vegetables and vegetables on the [-]th day of the seventh lunar month to pay homage to your deceased mother. Buddhism and Taoism use this story to preach filial piety and promote filial piety.”

Chang Boning's heart was hung on the body of Feng Rugu who had disappeared, and he responded hastily.

Ruyi's heart beat both heavy and fast.

Both hearts beat for the same person, but not the same thing.

Ruyi said: "Do you still remember, in July of the year of Jihai, my adoptive father and I went to Wuzhen and let go of such a wishing lamp?"

Chang Boning's footsteps were slightly stagnant.

Ruyi narrated the past in a nostalgic tone, but his eyes fell on Chang Boning's back: "I asked my adoptive father, where is the light going? Will it flow to the sky?"

Chang Boning continued: "'You are wrong, you will flow into the sea.'"

Ruyi froze suddenly.

He quietly relived this scene thousands of times in his dream, and it was almost natural for him to say the next sentence: "Where is the sea?"

Chang Boning: "'I'll show you'."

Chang Boning turned his head and said: "You were young at that time, maybe you remembered it wrongly, this happened on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of Gengzi year, it was very cold, after walking for a while, the lights gradually turned off, and you were too cold Fell asleep. I spent the middle of the night, came to the seaside, lit a thousand lanterns; sat by the sea again, spent the middle of the night, waiting for you to wake up."

Ruyi was aroused, and the feeling of fresh moisture with the smell of salt on his face made his tone soften unconsciously: "Father..."

Chang Boning: "I remember clearly what the two of us experienced together."

When their backs were facing each other, Chang Boning patted his chest, puffed up his cheeks, and let out a little breath.

... really thrilling.

Fortunately the story had been told to him in the first place.

As before, he always remembered clearly what he told himself.

The lava in Ruyi's heart gradually cooled down, turning into a piece of hard basalt.

Perhaps, I really thought badly.

In the past ten years, people can change a lot.

The adoptive father has been the master of Fengling for many years, and he is required to sit upright, and his handwriting may change; a piece of small red paper may not allow the adoptive father to sway.

What's more, if the adoptive father's handwriting has changed, Feng Ru's handwriting can't find the shadow of the adoptive father at all, he has neither shape nor bones, and the temperament of the two is even more different...

Fortunately so.

Fortunately so.

Ruyi himself doesn't know what he is thankful for, while Chang Boning over there still doesn't know that his crisis is over, and he is still reviewing all the previous situations that Ruyi told him.

Until Ruyi found that familiar figure by the river,

At this time, the person who was worried by the two people was sitting beside a group of old people from the water village, talking and laughing happily, with ease.

Older people sit along the river, use big dustpans to fill salt water edamame, scoop them up and eat them hot, and throw the remaining shells into the water, ups and downs with the river lanterns.

That's probably how Feng Ruyuan found it all the way along the edamame shells.

He is from the south of the Yangtze River, and his accent is hard to change. With Wu Nong's soft language, he quickly got to know the old man. He held a handful of edamame in his hand, peeled until his fingertips turned red, and chatted with them while peeling.

They had chatted for a while, and an old man made fun of him: "Young man, why don't you go home at this hour?"

"Someone will come to see me." Feng Ruzhi exuded a pampered tone, while peeling edamame and putting it on the handkerchief, he said, "I smelled this smell, and I was really hungry, so I came to find you grandpas to ask for some Let's eat."

With Feng Rugu's appearance and tone, it's easy for people to regard him as the youngest son who was pampered by the family, and it's inevitable that they like him: "Will you not rush me, daughter-in-law?"

Feng Rugu replied triumphantly: "Daughter-in-law, he loves me to the bottom of his heart. He kneels at the door to greet her, changes and washes her clothes, nothing will be left behind..."

He was bragging when he suddenly felt a cloud over his head, and a faint scent of sandalwood rushed into his nose.

Feng Rugu was in a bad mood, and when he turned his head, he saw Ruyi standing behind him, looking at him coldly.

Feng Ruyu: "..."

He was also obedient, and immediately rolled up the peeled edamame with a handkerchief and stuffed it in Ruyi's palm: "Daughter-in-law, eat this, it's delicious."

Seeing this, the elders burst into a burst of good-natured laughter.

Ruyi held the warm edamame in one hand, turned his face away: "Who is your wife?"

Feng Rugu freed his hand, held his arm with one hand, and said, "Don't lose your temper. I can't coax you when you lose your temper. Just save yourself a little effort and don't get angry."

This should be an extremely angry sentence, Ruyi looked at his face, and tried her best to look angry, but her heart was soft and warm, and she couldn't get annoyed. In the end, Ruyi became annoyed like this. He simply stretched out his hand to pinch Feng Ruyuan's face: "...Go home."

Feng Rugu was clearly pinched without pain, and he still had time to wink at the old people.

The old people couldn't stop laughing.

Leaving the river bank, the three of them went to the market to look for Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu.

It was very late, and there were few people on the street.

There was condemnation in Chang Boning's words: "You, why did you run away so quickly?"

Feng Ruyuan got a piece of goose feather from somewhere, and while walking forward, he gently blew up the snow-white soft thing, and said vaguely: "It's okay."

He is a person who will fall into the devil at any time, where he will go in the future, slowly, there is no need to let the senior know, so as not to worry about him.

Chang Boning still wanted to say a few words of concern, so Ruyi asked, "What did you ask?"

He knew in his heart that Feng Ruyu would not leave for no reason.

Since the women who have lived here for a long time do not know the origin of the female ghost, they can also find a way to ask the local elders.

They have lived in Plum Blossom Town for a long time. What is wrong with the town? Why do they attract female ghosts? With this disaster of marrying flowers and killing people, it is most convenient to ask them. Even if they will add oil and vinegar to the story, it is not impossible refer to.

If it wasn't for Ruyi's desire to show off the girl's makeup, he would have gone to them to inquire about the news.

Feng Ruyuan blew the goose feather up high: "Well, I found something."

He recalled the conversation he had with the old people just now.

"Young man, look at you, you are a new face, you just moved to Plum Blossom Town? Why are you still by the river so late? It's getting late, go back quickly."

"Us?...The riverside is very cloudy, we old bones are not afraid."

"Why do you say that the yin is heavy? What kind of festival is it today? The gate of ghosts is wide open, and a river lantern entrusts a soul so that it can be reborn. We did a good deed by lighting the lanterns. Naturally, there are ghosts to help fulfill our wishes. "

"Believe in gods? We haven't believed in gods for more than ten years. We don't believe in Buddhas either, so we believe in ghosts. After all, ghosts are changed by humans, and they still talk about human principles."

"...Why don't you believe in God? Because we have suffered a lot."

Feng Ruyuan's memory was interrupted by Luo Fuchun's cheerful "Master".

The goose feather he was blowing fluttered down and disappeared before he could catch it.

Feng Ruzhi whistled boredly, and replied Ruru: "We will find out tomorrow, my wife, don't worry."

Ruyi: "..."

He turned his gaze away and caught a glimpse of the snow-like luster on Feng Ruzhi's hair.

At the same time, Feng Rugu saw his lost goose feather from the corner of his eye.

Seeing the goose feather like flying snow, the two of them simultaneously thought of a heavy snow that fell in the winter of the year they parted.

In that snow, Ru Yixin shaved her hair, held a bamboo broom, and swept the snow with one stroke.

After sweeping out a piece of wet green steps, Ruyi sat down on the steps where another thin layer of snow fell in a blink of an eye, grabbed the fresh snow, squeezed out a little snowman, led another little snowman, and hid secretly behind the steps It's like hiding a dream that melts in spring, and the young monks who live together don't let it be discovered.

The crystal clear frost and snow fell on the tip of his nose, which was turned white from the cold, making him feel that the world was a little whiter.

Also in that snowfall, Feng Rugu, who had not recovered from his serious injuries, stood in the brilliant snow light wearing a long fur.

Yan Jiangnan Duan Yao came to see him, and seeing him running out again, he couldn't help being anxious: "Feng Rugu, you are looking for death, go back quickly! Your eyebrows and shoulders are all white!"

Feng Rugu said to himself: "...it's snowing, did you see it?"

Yan Jiangnan was puzzled: "I saw it."

Feng Rugu smiled, and stretched out his hand to catch Luoxue.

Time goes back to the present.

Seeing the snowflake-like goose feather, Feng Ruzhi reached out to pick it off.

Ruyi also stretched out his hand.

The two met at the fingertips.

When Feng Ruyuan touched that bit of warmth, he was eager to withdraw his hand, but unexpectedly, with a hook of that finger, it was actually connected with his index finger, and he refused to let him leave.

Luo Fuchun didn't notice the small movements of the two at all, he just let out a sigh of relief that he found his master.

Sang Luojiu followed behind his senior brother, he didn't seem to care about what's going on here, but his eyes squinted slightly and his lips turned up slightly, revealing his interest a bit.

Chang Boning only thought that he had not concealed it well enough, he was very anxious, and it was not easy to expose, so he could only sneak a look at the two people's movements, his cheeks were slightly red.

Feng Ruyu laughed softly and said, "Ruyi Layman, this is outrageous."

Ruyi: "Since you call me wife, you and I should hold hands and go home."

Feng Rugu: "It's just empty words, falsehoods are not true. Master, you should understand, 'All appearances are false. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata. Avenue?"

Ruyi was impulsive and blurted out: "But if I say, I don't want to see the Tathagata, I don't want to realize the Dao, I just want to give the heart of the image to someone who has the image, then Someone with a vision... would you like to accept it?"

Feng Ruyu didn't answer.

He just slowly and slowly withdrew his hand from Ruyi's slightly sweaty hand.

When he pulled his hand, a strand of sandalwood still remained on his fingertips.

Today, when he was talking to Chang Boning, he could smell a faint sandalwood coming from the door with the wind.

It is true that his hearing is not good, but he is used to appreciating Fengyue and has a good nose.

Yes, he said those words on purpose, just to remind him that he has so many flaws, so many flaws that make him despise, he is just insane for a while, why should he be himself?

Now, after hearing Ruyi's impulsive words, Feng Rugu finally knew what it meant to be overwhelmed.

Not impossible.

It's just that now is really not the time.