Huang Quan's companion

"what?"

"I knew I was running out of time, so I quietly picked a relative's child to adopt to my parents that year. My parents couldn't accept it at that time, so they kicked the child out. I ordered the housekeeper to take care of the child secretly. Child, let him accompany me to live in the mountains every year. Parents see him every year and gradually accept the child. Today is the day of formal adoption, so I will come and take a look."

He Tang didn't expect him to think about this early, and couldn't help but curse him secretly, but he didn't know why he was mad at him.

"My parents are getting old, and I'm sorry for them. I hope they can come out of my death and be happy again." Yang Jinshu looked at him, his eyes twinkling like stars, "From now on, I won't disturb them again May their dreams be safe and happy for the rest of their lives.”

He Tang was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Aren't you going to give them dreams?"

Yang Jinshu turned around, looked at the bustling scene in the house from a distance, and said with a gentle smile: "I have been greedy for their love for 32 years, how dare I delay their remaining decades."

He Tang stared at him blankly.

They stood on the most inconspicuous corner of the Yang residence, and not far away, the voices of laughing and lively people were still clearly heard.

He stretched out his hand to hold Yang Jinshu's slender fingers, and comforted him clumsily: "You...you and me...I'm just a ghost anyway, I won't grow old or die, and you don't have to be afraid of delaying me."

Yang Jinshu was amused by him, his brows and eyes curled up: "It's nothing, I don't mind if you delay me."

He Tang: "..."

Always feel like being teased.

Yang Jinshu turned around and left with him, saying: "We will have to work harder in the future."

"why?"

"The Yang family's offerings will gradually decrease, and we have to find a way to support ourselves."

"They're all ghosts already. The word "support" sounds counterintuitive, okay?"

"Haha, that's what you said."

"Wait...are there no more candles for worship? Your parents won't be so cruel, will they?"

"There should be candles, but probably not other things..."

"Sounds like it's going to be miserable..."

The two went up the mountain again, leaving the lights of the Yang family behind.But here is deep affection, but white hair and white hair, with a fistful heart.

After returning home, they found that there was an extra guest in the house, Lao Liu was sitting at the Eight Immortals table, playing mahjong with Wan Niang and the three of them.

"Uncle Liu, you're here!" He Tang greeted Old Liu, "What are you busy with these days? I don't see you."

"The errand lost three living souls a few days ago, and I helped them find them for a while." Lao Liu looked at them with a smile, "I came to bother you after the work was done, Mr. Yang, don't think I'm annoyed by the old man."

"It's okay." Yang Jinshu said with a smile, "Uncle Liu, how much merit have you accumulated?"

"That little merit is nothing, it's not enough to cast a good pregnancy." Lao Liu waved his hand, threw a mahjong, and said, "Nowadays, the requirements of the underworld are getting higher and higher. It's not easy to accumulate some merit."

He Tang was confused, and hurriedly asked: "What is accumulating merit?"

Old Liu patiently explained: "The old man died in a foreign country at the beginning, and the underworld didn't accept them, so he stayed in the mass grave all the year round, relying on helping others to accumulate some small merit. If you accumulate more merit, you can enter the underworld, and the merit will be greater. You can also cast a good tire."

"Is there another theory?" He Tang squatted beside him, thinking, "What about me? I hanged myself, so is it considered a violent death?"

"Forget it." Wan Niang pointed at everyone one by one with her green finger, "Everyone here has died unexpectedly, so they all have to accumulate merit."

He Tang asked curiously, "Then how do you save?"

Shi Tianning replied on her behalf: "We don't save, we repair."

"Haha, there are thousands of ghosts, and each uses his own method. If you want to accumulate merit, you can accumulate it, and if you want to cultivate, you can practice it. If you are more diligent, you can also learn from Mr. Yang, accumulate merit, and practice secret methods." The magic stick shook his head and muttered. He said, "Although it is slow, it is beneficial to the soul. When the merits and virtues are completed in another year, you can be reincarnated and enjoy a few lives of peace."

He Tang quickly shifted his target: "Yang Jinshu, you also accumulate merit? What are you doing?"

Yang Jinshu: "Help me out, do things, it's not a big deal."

The magic stick gave him a blank look and didn't say much.

"Oh, you guys are so annoying, do you want someone to play mahjong?" Wan Niang pushed them aside, "Come on, let's play cards! Shi Tianning, it's your turn!"

He Tang didn't have a chance to interrupt, so he gathered around and taught these half-baked guys how to play mahjong.

The few of them had a good time, and finally took their leave before dawn.

He Tang still had the matter of accumulating merits in his heart, so he was very restless when resting, and was very sleepy during the day, so he kept clinging to Yang Jinshu and refused to leave.

Although this house has good feng shui and can rest during the day, but Yang Jinshu has been too exhausted recently and is a little sleepy, so he hugged He Tang and found a dark corner to sleep for a few days and nights.

When he woke up again, He Tang pestered him to inquire about accumulating merit.

Yang Jinshu didn't think about what to say to him, and got upset for a while, so he hid on his own grave.

It happened that he didn't go by coincidence, and before he had time to get into the grave, he saw his parents and their newly adopted son come to visit his grave.

The teenage boy was silent, knelt upright in front of the grave, and kowtowed to him respectfully.

Yang Jinshu froze for a moment, not daring to go forward.

"Jinshu, this is your younger brother. You used to dote on him very much." Master Yang knelt aside, pressed the boy's shoulders and said to the tombstone, "A few days ago, we brought him into the family and into the genealogy, don't worry Bar."

Mrs. Yang wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and whispered to the tombstone: "You have received all the dream mothers you entrusted. We welcome this son into the door. Your wish has been fulfilled. In the future... I am afraid that you will not become a mother in the future." I dreamed..." As she spoke, Madam Yang couldn't help crying.

The young man turned around slightly, protected her trembling body in his arms, gently patted her back and comforted her: "Mother, brother is watching, don't be too sad."

Seeing his gentle appearance, Yang Jinshu was much more sensible than when he was young, so he couldn't help feeling relieved.

Mrs. Yang cried for a long time, nagging and saying a lot, and then reluctantly left under the comfort of her husband and new son.

Yang Jinshu watched all this silently, feeling pain in his heart, but he didn't dare to go forward.

He Tang came to him at some point, and whispered, "That kid looks pretty reliable."

"Well, Zhixian is a young man who is mature and kind. I can rest assured that I will entrust my parents to him." Yang Jinshu patted Hetang's head, "He is the same age as you this year, and he will be promising in the future."

"What do you mean? I'm worthless." He Tang pushed his hand away, "To be killed by a money-grubbing bitch, ouch, how cruel."

"Do you still remember hating your mother?"

"No!"

The two chattered, Yang Jinshu smiled and looked not far away, but saw Yang Zhixian standing in the distance and looking at this place quietly.He froze for a moment, and his soul stiffened involuntarily, looking at him nervously.

"What's wrong?" He Tang was puzzled.Turning around, he saw the expressionless little boy staring in their direction, and was also stunned, "Is he looking at us?"

Yang Jinshu didn't answer.

Master Yang patted Yang Zhixian on the shoulder, asked a few words, Yang Zhixian shook his head lightly, and went down the mountain with him.After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at them from a distance.

"Fuck, can this kid see us?" He Tang hid behind Yang Jinshu in fright, "Does your adopted brother have a supernatural physique?"

Yang Jinshu remained silent with a pale face.

After the three of them had gone away, he hesitated to come to his tombstone and looked at the burnt basin full of paper money, gold ingots, paper buildings, clothes, and offering snacks, fruits and wine.This is a must-have item for his parents every time they visit him. This time they brought Yang Zhixian and brought more, enough for him and He Tang to enjoy for a year.

He Tang was still wondering if Yang Zhixian could see them, even delicious food didn't arouse his interest.

"Don't think about it, let's go back." Yang Jinshu said that the offerings were collected, and he pulled He Tang to leave.

"That kid..."

"He Tang." Yang Jinshu said seriously, "We can no longer appear in front of people."

"Ah? Why?" He Tang was surprised.

"Some people can see us now." Yang Jinshu closed his eyelashes, his worry became more serious, "It will scare them."

"Wait!" He Tang grabbed his arm and said with wide eyes, "You mean...they can see us?"

"Some people can."

"some people?"

"Sometimes are okay."

"Some hours?"

Yang Jinshu closed his eyes and explained: "People with weak constitutions, people who were born at a time of strong yin qi, and people whose lives are on the line are all likely to see ghosts, and at certain times and places with strong yin qi, if there are Ordinary people will also notice the presence of powerful ghosts. When Zhi Xian was born on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, he was afraid of walking alone at night since he was a child. Now that he thinks about it, he may have been able to detect ghosts at night since he was a child."

But He Tang thought of something else: "So...if I pick a time when I'm full of gloom, she can see me too?"

"..." Yang Jinshu felt that he had dug a hole for himself.

Sure enough, He Tang hugged his arm with excitement and acted like a baby: "Master, Mr.! Let's go to the county! Let's find revenge on the stinky woman!"

Yang Jinshu wondered: "Your ghost power is too weak..."

"Isn't there you? If you are worried, we will also call the magic stick!"

"There is danger down the mountain..."

"Then let's go exploring!"

"Can……"

"Oh, Yang Jinshu, why are you so annoying!" He Tang shook his arm and said angrily, "Do you know why I wanted to die in the first place? It was all because of that stinky bitch! She threw me away when I was three years old. I went to the river, and then my father rescued me, she beat me, scolded me, made me work, and tried to kill my father! Later, when I grew up, she married a rich businessman and made me work for that rich businessman all day long. My child washes and cooks and beats and scolds, and when I have a fever and is about to die, she twists my arms to make me get up and find rattles for her little son. This kind of vicious woman is still alive in the world after killing me, is it true? God?"

Yang Jinshu grew up in a scholarly family, never heard of such vicious things, he was shocked: "She... how could she treat her son like this!"

"More than that! After I hanged to death, she didn't want to bury me. She sold the body to your family for gift money before it was completely cold. Is it wrong?" He Tang circled around in anger, "I'm already a dead person. She didn't even spare my dead body! She even dressed me up as a woman to deceive your parents! What is this kind of femme fatale woman doing in this world? I'm going to find her to settle the score!"

Yang Jinshu was in a dilemma.

"Forget it, forget it, what's the use of you, and you still say you want to be nice to me, liar!" He Tang used aggressive methods on him, saying aggrieved and angry, "The marriage certificate is really a lie! Don't care about me at all. woo woo woo..."

Seeing him howling dryly, unable to shed a single tear, Yang Jinshu comforted him at a loss: "I...I didn't lie to you...I really want to treat you well...He Tang He Tang, don't cry! "