save ghosts

The corpses were cleared up by the imperial envoy. Mr. Song and the others still needed to stay to help the imperial envoy investigate the case. Zhao Xiaolou was also sent back. As for Mingzheng, the boss, and the fifth master were all sent to prison.

The house was gone and the water was uninhabitable, so Mr. Song had to take people to live in the inn.

They are physically safe, but their hearts are already turbulent.

The young master knows that Chu Hui should like him, but he is not sure what kind of liking he is, and what is even more entangled is that he would not like men in the first place, besides, he still has a Chu Hui, even though this Chu Hui no longer knows missing.

The days of getting along with Chu Hui are not too long, but this does not affect the Eldest Young Master to have a good impression of Chu Hui. Except for Chu Hui, he has never had this feeling for others before. Maybe Chu Hui is an exception. He doesn't really like men.

It's just that he has a good impression of Chu Hui.

By the time they finished washing, the night was almost over, and the slightest light of dawn passed through the stratus clouds, like the long darkness was finally torn by light, and the sky was bright.

Master Song and Mrs. Song dragged the young master to talk in the room, Chu Hui went out, and he returned to the hospital where Bu Keming came back. He thought it would be a few days before Bu Keming came back. After many days, when I checked, I found that this person had already returned.

Chu Hui threw the ugly and dirty purse to Bu terribly, and the latter caught it firmly.

"How is it, did you get hurt last night?" Dooming took the purse and put it back into his arms and asked him with a smile, while carefully sorting out the herbs he picked.

Chu Hui took out a small stool from the room and sat next to Bu Rongming. Today the city is talking about what happened last night, and it is normal for Bu Rongming to know.

"No, I just want to ask, is there any story behind your precious purse?"

Hearing this, Bu terribly covered his chest with his hand holding the herbs, saying that he could not let it fall into other people's hands.

"There is a sad thing, why, do you want to hear it?"

I have asked this question, so I naturally want to hear it, but fortunately, I did not intend to hide it. He put down the herbs, took out the purse in his arms, and filled his hands full of herbs and a little soil. Rub lightly on top.

"My other half gave it to me. He doesn't know much about needlework, so he made it very ugly. Don't look at this dirty one. In fact, I think it looks very beautiful when he made it." Seeing such a happy expression, Chu Hui looked a little envious, but he could guess that the story of Bu Fear did not have a good ending.

"Do you know why the purse is so dirty?" Bu asked desperately and didn't expect Chu Hui to answer. He asked himself and answered, "It's never dirty. It's his blood. Whenever I smell it I always feel like he’s by my side.”

The things that the person you love the most give you are always the best, even the most depressing blood is the most fragrant.

The most fragrant is nostalgia.

"Many years ago, I was a dandy, just like your young master, but I was much more dandy than him. I snatched him back. Later, we fell in love for a long time, and we got together like this. I thought We can live a good life all the time, drink tea every day, go fishing, and go to the mountains and rivers for entertainment when we have nothing to do. At that time, I didn’t study medicine, and I usually had nothing to do. What I love the most is being with him Sticking together, at that time, I felt that no matter how sticky he was, I thought we could live like this forever. But he... died in the end, beaten to death by my parents, and finally he was shot through the heart with an arrow, blood It stained the little purse in his arms. By the way, when he gave me this, I thought it was ugly and didn’t want him. Later, I dug out his body in the mass grave. At that time, he held Just hold it tight."

The small purse was tightly squeezed by the cloth, just like him lying in the pile of rotting corpses, holding it tightly.

"At that time, I understood that for the sake of convenience, my parents deliberately treated him well and sent me away on purpose. When I came back, he was no longer there. Anyway, he was gone, so I broke the relationship with my family and was alone. He was abducted by human traffickers, and the one who escaped was snatched by me again, hahaha, this may be fate, he was still caught by me."

"Later, I walked alone through mountains and rivers, visited temples and Taoist temples, visited the picturesque south of the Yangtze River, and the majestic northern desert. If I go to many places, I will take his life with me."

Bu terribly talked about this incident without much sadness, as if that person had been by his side for so many years.

"Do you know what will cause him to die?" Bu asked suddenly, this time he was really asking Chu Hui.

"I don't know." How could Chu Hui know, even if he guessed, it might be too much.

"Because he can't carry on my family because he's a man."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue to Chuhui. He originally thought that if the young master also liked him and was willing to be with him, then Master Song and Mrs. Song would have a way to oppose them. , will the young master never marry for his life, sever ties for him, travel all over the world for him just to show him the beautiful scenery he has never seen before?

Chu Hui didn't know, he was suddenly afraid, afraid that the young master could really do these things and would be lonely for the rest of his life.

"However, I don't think that is very important. The most important thing is to be able to be with the one I love. It doesn't matter where we go, as long as we are together." Bu desperately put his purse back into his bosom and began to choose his herbs. Saying this is like telling someone else's story, but Chu Hui can roughly understand that if the young master is a deadly cloth, he will not hope that the young master will be sad every time he talks about him, but hope that he will be happy and laugh when he thinks of him stand up.

"I see." Chu Hui nodded quietly, thinking that it would be better to let Chu Hui disappear forever, and let Chu Hui meet him by chance. The young master has a long way to go, and he will always meet someone he loves more. people.

One of the two sat quietly and meditated, and the other skillfully chose herbs. From the twilight of the morning to the bright sun, Chu Hui went into the room and poured a cup of tea for Bu Keming.

"Did you know that you can't find anywhere if you walk through the iron shoes?" Bu desperately sipped his tea and said this without thinking.

Chu Hui didn't understand, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Didn't you inquire about that nameless miracle doctor two days ago?" Bu took a sip of his tea and looked sideways at Chu Hui.

Chu Hui's eyes lit up immediately, "Do you know where he is?"

"Not only do I know where he is, I also know what he looks like and what his name is."

Chu Hui finally heard the clue, his eyes changed from disbelief to determination, and at the same time, there was a light called hope.

Chu Hui knelt down in front of Bu Yaoming, "Please heal Song Yao's eyes." He remembered that Bu Yaoming said that maybe someone who looks inconspicuous in the crowd might be a miracle doctor. At that time, he said that he didn't know the miracle doctor I have never seen him before, and combined with the sentence I just said, "There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes", the next sentence will come without any effort.

The suddenly enlightened Chu Hui naturally asked him to cure the young master's eyes.

"I said before that his eyes can be repaired, but at the time I didn't say how to do it, of course there is a reason why I can't say it, but now...well, you get up, and I will explain it to you in detail." He sighed, as if he was not worth it for Chu Hui, but he knew that once he said it, Chu Hui would definitely do it without hesitation.

Chu Hui and Bu entered the house desperately, but the teacup was thrown on the ground.

Here Master Song and Mrs. Song each sighed in the middle of the night. When the young master went to find Chu Hui in the morning, he found that he was gone. When Master Song came out, he met the young master who was looking for Chu Hui, so the conversation about Chu Hui was unconscious. here we go.

"Song Yao, come here." Master Song frowned and called him over, and Mrs. Song was beside Master Song.

The young master passed away obediently, and just after he finished speaking, Song Yao thought they were going to ask him to go down for breakfast together, but Madam Song dragged him into the room again.

"Father and mother, what are you...?" The young master is at a loss, what are you going to do?

"Yaoyao, you already know that Chu Hui left without saying goodbye, right?" Mrs. Song said with some embarrassment, "Actually, Chu Hui has already left since the day you left Shangling without bringing anything with you."

The young master still didn't know what they were going to say, so he just followed the words, "Since Anhui wants to leave, then let's go, maybe she has recovered her memory, and we have only been together for more than a month, she... maybe not Like me as much as I thought."

"No, what we mean is that you just left Chu Hui. Is it possible that you followed you, and at that time his twin brother happened to appear next to you. Did you never feel that there was something wrong there?" Master Song He speaks much more directly than Mrs. Song. To be honest, the young master actually had doubts, but every time he thinks about it, he always feels that this is not the case. How could Chu Hui lie to others? How could he lie to him? There is no need for such a lie.

"Father, mother, what exactly are you trying to say, do you just want to tell me that Anhui is Chu Hui?"

Master Song took a breath, as if to say directly, yes, we just want to tell you this.

"Yaoyao, have you ever thought that your fennel might be a man?" Mrs. Song couldn't bear it any longer. No matter what Song Yao thought, he was going to say it anyway. As for believing it or not, that was up to her. Look at the young master.

The Eldest Young Master stared blankly at Master Song and Mrs. Song's faces, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

Mrs. Song thought that she had frightened him, and comforted him: "It's not necessarily true. We're just talking about it. It's a coincidence, isn't it?"

Master Song was also about to say a few words, but the young master spoke first.

"If Anhui is Chu Hui, and Chu Hui is a man, then it's possible, and I'll admit it."

If this is true, then his heart has always been only for one person, not because he is a man or a woman, but just because he is Chu Hui.If someone else appeared again, he thought he would not be tempted.

No matter how uncertain what he said, the young master has already realized that Chu Hui and Chu Hui are alone, the hug and warmth they used to be so familiar with, the careful protection, and the determination to be willing to get hurt for themselves.

The young master thought, that is Chu Hui, the one he has met, the one who treats him best and loves him the most.

There used to be mountains with trees and trees with branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know, but now, I know my heart, and you, are you still waiting for me to tell you.

I am happy with you.