Ghosts are not evil

"Even if we are wasted by time, our two hearts still depend on each other." No matter how far or how difficult it is, I will never let go.

I have known each other long enough, from the summer when I was seven years old, to the gray-haired, growing old together.

Fu Wenxin's disease was caused by beating her mother's womb. Because of her noble status, there were piles of Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng to hang her life.Born to be superior to others, every child in the academy does not want to get close to him, for fear that if one is not careful, he will have something good or bad, inexplicably inferior to others.

"Father said, as long as I get cured, I can play with anyone I want at that time. I must get well. As long as I get cured, they won't hide from me."

In the place where Fu Wenxin treats diseases, there will be deep snow in winter, red leaves all over the mountains in autumn, and cicadas in summer are so noisy that people can't sleep, but there are not a single pomegranate flower blooming in Chang'an here.

"The husband who treats me is always alone. He smiles very gently, as if he can tolerate all the hardships in the world. According to my wet nurse, the husband has been guarding this sparsely populated village for many years, as if, waiting Alone. Mr. has a nice name, Bai Yi."

"Mr. once told me that there was a boy in the room I lived in before, and now he has moved to Hechuan. That boy likes to listen to people telling stories. If he was there, I would have a companion. Now He has already met his destined person, so he doesn't have to stay in this dilapidated village with his husband, waiting for someone who doesn't return."

In this declining and desolate village, there are scattered families. In the village next door, there lives a beautiful woman with a slender waist and a hibiscus face. She spends all day guarding the two tombstones next to the pool in the back mountain, wearing a white plain dress. , with a white hairpin on the temple, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, but is held back by this world of mortals.

"When Mr. went out for a doctor, it was late at night and he didn't come back. The heavy rain hit the window lattice and made a sound like a ghost knocking on the door. I had to cover my head with a quilt and expose my eyes. The more I thought about it, the more scared I was, so I put on my shoes Boots, opened the door a gap, a gust of cool wind full of mud and rain came in. I think Mr. has not come back yet? I didn’t bring rain gear when I went, maybe I was trapped by the rain halfway. "

Fu Wenxin walked through the corridor, pushed open the door of the main house, turned around in the room, looked around under the moonlight, and called out cautiously: "Sir?" There was no response for a long time, and there was a loud thunder outside the window, and Fu Wenxin flinched After a while, he pushed open the half-closed door of the inner room in a trembling voice, and called out tentatively, "Sir?"

Fu Wenxin searched inside and outside the house, but there was no sign of Bai Yi. With great effort, she picked up Bai Yi's big umbrella that was slung across the corner of the house, and braved the wind and rain to push open the fence of the courtyard.Fu Wenxin remembered that when he went there, Mr. said that today he went to a town ten miles away to see a lady named Xu.

Passing by a desolate and dilapidated temple, Fu Wenxin didn't know why, looking at the plaque that seemed to collapse at any time, the gold paint on it was almost peeled off, leaving only a few black and bald characters, and was stunned at the moment.

Fu Wenxin pushed open the door, and the door creaked with the movement. The lampstands around the temple were lit with blue candles, reflecting a painting in the center of the main hall. The extremely enchanting man half covered his lips and teeth as if he was smiling, saying Unbelievably weird.The oil-paper umbrella in Fu Wenxin's hand was blown to the ground by a gust of wind, and the pouring rain drenched his whole body in an instant.

Fu Wenxin only felt that the man seemed to be smiling, and then stretched out his hand from the painting and pulled Fu Wenxin up the steps, as if he should be a living person. Fu Wenxin's frightened lips opened and closed, and it took a long time to squeeze out the word "you".

"Me?" The man asked Fu Wenxin back with a smile. The plain handkerchief was handed to Fu Wenxin. Seeing Fu Wen staring at him intently, it took him a long time to react. He hurriedly took the handkerchief and peeked at Lan Fang from the corner of his eye. Lan Fang couldn't help laughing and said, "Am I that pretty?"

After hearing this, Fu Wenxin's face didn't change much, but her ears turned red, she clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and said bravely, "Here, this wilderness, you, you, are you a human or a ghost?" !"

Lan Fang squatted slightly and kept eye level with Fu Wenxin, and asked, "Have you ever seen a ghost like me?"

Fu Wenxin murmured: "I, I've never seen a ghost, so why are ghosts like you?"

When Lan Fang heard this, he laughed and coaxed, "I am the fairy in the painting."

Fu Wenxin listened to it, and asked innocently: "The immortal in the painting? Really, do you know where my husband is? Mammy said that the immortal knows everything."

"Your husband, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back tonight."

"you're lying."

Lan Fang couldn't help laughing and said, "Why did I lie to you?"

Fu Wenxin said swearingly: "My father said that good-looking people like to lie."

Lan Fang then asked back: "Is your husband not good-looking?"

Fu Wenxin was entangled by him: "My husband... that's different!"

Lanfang felt that squatting down and talking to Fu Wenxin was very tiring, so she simply pulled Fu Wenxin to sit on the steps under the eaves, and reached out to wipe the raindrops off his shoulders: "What's the difference?"

Fu Wenxin was dressed in thin clothes, was drenched by the rain, and the cold wind blew past. Thinking of the always gentle husband, if he was here, he would definitely serve him a bowl of hot ginger soup. She couldn't help sniffing and sobbing. Said, "It's just different."

Lan Fang reached out to wipe away the tears that Fu Wenxin could barely shed: "You're so good, why are you crying?"

Fu Wenxin was timid and confident: "I'm afraid that I can't find Mr., and I don't know you. Are you not afraid by yourself?"

Lan Fang paused, took off his coat and put it on Fu Wenxin's shoulders, and wrapped his hands tightly together: "I'm afraid, he left me here and never came back. How could I not be afraid?"

Fu Wenxin is a big kid: "Is it someone you like?"

Lan Fang reached out and pinched Fu Wenxin's nose: "If you don't learn well at a young age, what are you asking?"

"My father said that if the person I like is not around, I will be afraid. I like my parents. If my parents are not around, I will be afraid. I like my husband. If my husband is not around, I will be afraid. You must like her." , That's why you're afraid when she's not by your side." Fu Wenxin acted as if I understood.

"Then I like you now, will you stay with me and not make me afraid?" Lan Fang held Fu Wenxin's small face in his hands, curled his eyebrows and eyes with his teasing smile, and said jokingly.

Fu Wenxin refused straight away: "No, I still want to stay with my husband, he is so timid, he curls up into a ball when he sleeps."

Lan Fang hugged Fu Wenxin, warm in his arms, the little person has a warm smell, how long has he not talked to anyone: "I am timid, why don't you stay with me."

Fu Wenxin said hesitantly: "Then, then I will come to accompany you when I am free."

"It's done." With these words, the warm touch on Fu Wenxin's back gradually disappeared, and when he looked back, he saw the man in the painting sitting upright with a smile in his eyes, dispelling the eerie atmosphere in the temple.

"I'll come to see you tomorrow." Fu Wenxin stood up, his fat robe dragged on the ground wet by the rain, muddy, he bent down to hold the corner of his clothes, picked up the big umbrella in the rain, and pushed away the decayed and dilapidated temple. According to what the husband said, he walked towards Xu's house and passed a desolate cemetery. Fu Wenxin couldn't help but tightened his clothes and walked quickly, for fear of bumping into something he shouldn't see. He caught a glimpse of a white figure next to a tombstone. Not moving at all, Fu Wenxin moved forward a few steps, and then realized that it was Bai Yi who hadn't returned all night, and strode over.

Bai Yi heard footsteps, opened her eyes, the raindrops fell on her eyelashes, slid across her cheeks, sat up, straightened the handle of the umbrella for Fu Wenxin: "Why are you here?"

"I'm worried, sir." Fu Wenxin held a big oil-paper umbrella, worry was written all over his face.

Bai Yi stood up, turned her head and took a deep look at the empty tombstone, and took Fu Wenxin by her hand: "Go back."

Fu Wenxin opened the other big umbrella that she had been holding in her arms, and tiptoed to open up a small space for Bai Yi. Bai Yi reached out to take it, and the figures, one big and one small, gradually disappeared into the rain.

From that day on, Fu Wenxin ran to the dilapidated temple every now and then, when Bai Yi asked, she always said: "Sir, there is a coward who is afraid of being alone, I will go and accompany him, sir, be obedient and wait for me to come back. "As time passed, Bai Yi stopped asking.

Fu Wenxin would always bring some small things there, or a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, or the gadgets that Bai Yi brought back from the town. Waiting for Bai Yi to come back.

Fu Wenxin didn't know that his father in the middle of the capital forced the palace to kill his brother, but he was unable to get sick when he was on the nine poles. During his serious illness, he was thinking about his Wen'er.A team of soldiers and horses arrived in a hurry, and Fu Wenxin returned to Beijing before saying goodbye to Lanfang.

The concubine mother told him, no, it is time to be called the queen mother, if it is a step later, he will never see his emperor father again.

Days were replaced by long nights, and he stayed on the sick bed. His mountain-like father and king had gone, leaving behind the Daqing Dynasty that was swaying in the wind and rain.

That year, he was only ten years old, and he watched his mother lose her past gentleness overnight, no longer the little girl who snuggled in the arms of her father, who used the order of the new emperor to kill ministers and clear up heresy , Listening to politics behind a curtain for ten years.

With the heavy crown on his body, Fu Wenxin thought more than once that Lan Fang said that he was afraid of being alone.

He said that he would take Lan Fang up to the city tower and see the pomegranates blooming all over the city.But his father and king only had one wife and one son in his life. He couldn't let his queen mother bear this heavy burden alone.

All the civil and military ministers of the court were persuading him to become queen, but he couldn't forget the extremely enchanting man who covered his lips and smiled. He still kept the handkerchief that Lanfang handed him on that rainy night. Miss that warm embrace.

Lan Fang said that she was a fairy in the painting, and Fu Wenxin hung him all over the study. Lan Fang's frowns and smiles, day after day, lingered in Fu Wenxin's mind.

Caressing the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting with his fingertips, the young emperor blushed: "You... come out and meet me."

The people Fu Wenxin sent to look for Lanfang, no matter how many times they went there, they couldn't find the dilapidated temple and the painting he was thinking of.

How many times has Fu Wenxin laughed at herself: "If you don't learn well at a young age, why do you fall in love with it?"

He was still married, and on the night of the wedding, there was no sign of His Majesty in the entire palace.

No one knows that Emperor Wen, who is diligent and caring for the people, straddled his horse and left the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, his mother, and the woman who was eager to marry him, and rushed to the dilapidated building in his memory day and night. temples.

When Fu Wenxin arrived with all his travels, he met the person he had been thinking about for ten years as he wished. Lan Fang smiled bitterly and said to him, "You left me alone again, ten years."

Fu Wen was exhausted, he staggered and hugged Lan Fang into his arms, and said over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..., I left you alone again."

The tears that he never dared to shed since the death of his father rushed out unscrupulously. The emperor who ruled all over the world was crying in front of him, just like the child who lost his way on a rainy night and asked in a daze. He: "Lan Fang, Lan Fang, what should I do, my subjects, my queen mother, and my wife are all waiting for me, but... I don't want to be alone."

In the past ten years, Lan Fang thought that he was abandoned in this desolate temple again, and no one would come to look for him again.

Perhaps, he shouldn't believe that there will be someone who can make him no longer alone.

Fu Wenxin did not forget him, and really came back to look for him. He was no longer alone: ​​"Wen Xin, you said you would take me to see the pomegranate flowers in Chang'an. I will wait for you, and I will wait for you for another 20 years."

"I don't want it, I don't want it, Lan Fang...I don't want it..." Fu Wenxin hastily tightened her arms, reluctant to let him go.

"Wen Xin, I can't leave. I will die here and be buried in this land. I will be bound here for eternity. Even if I become a fairy, I can't leave here. It doesn't matter, I have endless time, I am willing to wait for you , willing to take 20 years in exchange for your whole life."

In the tenth year of Yuande, Emperor Wen took Chen Xiang's daughter as his queen.

In the 11th year of Yuande, Empress Chen gave birth to a son, and Emperor Wen appointed the eldest son of the emperor as the crown prince. In the same year, Empress Dowager Zhang died in Li Palace.

In the 29th year of Yuande, Emperor Wen died.

According to historical records, Emperor Wen inherited his father's virtue and only had one son in his life.

The pomegranate flowers that bloomed all over Chang'an bloomed in all directions of the dilapidated temple. The spring breeze blew by and fell into the hands of a pair of Bi people.

"The world is never what I want. What I want is your world."