I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

There will be a person who brings spring in everyone's life. Although he is not as good as Pan An in appearance, he is not as rich as Deng Tong, and he does not have the ability to turn clouds and rain like the Dragon King of the East China Sea.But he is still the brightest white moonlight in your heart.He is sunny and gentle, allowing you to taste the beauty of the world and drive away the darkness that has been hidden in your heart for many years.

After Hong Zhen came, Zhong Ling learned to laugh.It's not the kind of cautious and timid flattering smile in the past, but a smile that comes from the heart and really feels happy.

But the smile didn't last long.

That year, Zhong Ling was seventeen and was planning to ask his master for leave to celebrate his birthday.Bad news came from my father's business—the merchant ship unfortunately got caught in a whirlpool while crossing the Yangtze River, and all ten merchant ships sank, and all the goods inside and the merchants who transported the goods disappeared.

Those goods are Shu brocade produced by the southwest tribes, and they are invaluable. Even if they can be salvaged, they will not be sold after being soaked in river sand.What's more, the section of the river where the merchant ship was involved in the accident is a place where the current is very fast, and there is no way for the water team to go down, let alone ordinary people.

In order to make money, Zhong Ling's father sold several houses, and finally asked someone to borrow 300 taels, so that he could barely close the hole.

"Ling'er, when you really have to borrow money, you can see the heart...not the skin."

At that time, my father probably couldn't afford the tuition fees, so he wanted to save money and start a small business to make a comeback.

Therefore, Zhong Ling only had less than a month left in Taoli Academy.

He was depressed all day long, and when he thought that he might never see Hong Zhen again, he felt as uncomfortable as a stone was blocked in his heart.

What's more uncomfortable is that he is now 17 years old, and he is considered a half-adult.However, apart from being able to recognize a few words, nothing else can be achieved.

"Who said you can do nothing?"

Hong Zhen was angry the moment he saw the note.Since Zhong Ling couldn't speak, except for simple emotional communication, he wrote notes all the time.

"Lingling's calligraphy is so beautiful, I really like it. In my opinion, if you practice calligraphy every day from now on, you will definitely become a calligrapher in two years!"

Calligrapher?

Zhong Ling didn't think so.He just likes to be alone, or read a book, or practice calligraphy, just as a pastime to pass the time.

However, since Hong Zhen affirmed him so much, he thought he could try it.

So he practiced more diligently.He thought, if he really became a calligrapher and had some reputation, then it would be more dignified to meet with Hong Zhen in the future.

That day, Hong Zhen's quilt was not washed properly, and was completely drenched by a downpour.Zhong Ling couldn't help it, couldn't bear him to curl up on the bed alone without a quilt, so he patted the empty seat beside him and let him spend two nights with him.

It was a winter, and there was obviously no snow, but the icicles on the eaves formed bunches of grapes, and the breathing felt like needles.

Zhong Ling's body was cold, and he felt that Hong Zhen's body was like a stove, making every inch of his skin warm.He stretched comfortably in Hong Zhen's arms, like a wild cat basking in the sun in spring.

But in contrast, Hong Zhen was preoccupied.For the first time, this young man who used to be like a spring breeze seemed to be covered by dark clouds.

It's just that the lights are off now, so Zhong Ling can't see.

"Lingling, how long can you stay?"

An unhappy voice came from behind, Zhong Ling turned around and tapped his forehead lightly three times - there were still three days left.

"In the future, when I pass the exam, please come to my house as a guest. You must come."

Zhong Ling nodded joyfully, and burrowed into his arms a little more.Hong Zhen's articles are obvious to all, and they are the best in the entire academy. Even the master said that it is not easy for him to have such insights at his age.

That night, Hong Zhen talked a lot, but Zhong Ling was very happy and listened attentively.Until the man's voice gradually weakened, and the intimate words turned into long breaths.Zhong Ling got up carefully, and lightly kissed him on the eyelid.

That kiss was so light, it was really like a feather.

Until Zhong Ling passed away, no one knew this secret.

Time passed quickly, and three days later, Zhong Ling's father came to pick him up in person.It's just that the elegant and exquisite carriage turned into a donkey cart, and the servants serving on the saddle turned into an old man.

Hong Zhen likes his calligraphy, he knows it.

So he really wrote a picture. There were only seven characters on the rice paper that was two feet long, and it was not even signed-"There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees."

There are wood in the mountains and branches in the wood, and the heart is happy and the king does not know.

This sentence is so straightforward that even a poor scholar who has just studied knows what it means, let alone Hong Zhen who has read a lot of poetry and books.

He was staring at the handwriting in his hand, but there was no joy in his eyes, and even the previous gloomy mood became more serious.

"Lingling, I'm getting married, with Sun Shangshu's daughter."

Political marriage cannot be shirked.

Zhong Ling had thought about this possibility beforehand. After all, Hong Zhen is full of knowledge, as long as he is given a pedal, he will be able to soar into the sky in the future.Even Sun Shangshu, an important minister of the dynasty, would not suffer from marrying his daughter to him.

He didn't ask for the words back. After all, if we leave today, we may never see each other again.This is his wish, and it can be regarded as an explanation for the years of classmates in the past few years.

Zhong Ling was very free and easy. He seldom did so. He just nodded, threw the burden on his shoulder, and stepped on the donkey cart.

Hong Zhen looked at the figure that sank into the ground, and felt a little sour in his heart.

No one knew that Sun Shangshu had approached Hong Zhen before, intending to get married.He didn't agree at that time, so there was the sinking of the merchant ship.

Sun Shangshu said: "To make a merchant disappear from this world, I can still do it. Not to mention, a dumb person who has no strength to restrain a chicken."

So, he agreed.

In the future, there will be imperial examinations and promotions, and Sun Shangshu will pave the way ahead, and he will be very stable as an official.He also successfully completed his political marriage, and gave birth to a son in the second year of his marriage, whose baby name was "Little Budian".Father Hong is still working as a county magistrate in Yishun. He is not busy with official duties, and sometimes he can take time to visit his grandson in Beijing.

Zhong Ling's calligraphy was very popular, and within a few years, he became a popular calligrapher.During this period, my father planned to start a small business to make a comeback, but he didn't know whether it was because he was old or he couldn't keep up with the changes of the times, so he lost three times in a row.After that, my father could take care of his old age with peace of mind and never touch the abacus again.

The two saw each other five years later.There are many people who love calligraphy in the capital, so Zhong Ling took his father to Beijing, and the next day they settled down, the two met on the street.At that time, Hong Zhen was hanging out with his wife and children, and the family enjoyed themselves happily.

Zhong Ling was alone.

He stopped and took a charcoal pencil to write on the wooden board - "Your wife?"

When Hong Zhen saw the visitor, he got a lot of information, but when he thought about his current identity and situation, his joy was greatly reduced, and he nodded and introduced: "This is my wife."

Turning to look at the woman again, "Ma'am, this is Zhong Ling, my classmate when I was young, and now he is a great calligrapher."

The woman brushed her body towards Zhong Ling, and said a few away words when they first met, dignified, generous, and decent.It's just the eyes that shot over, not very kind.

Zhong Ling's eyes were astringent, he smiled wryly, wiped off the handwriting on the wooden board, and wrote again—"This is your son?"

Hong Zhen hugged the four-year-old little boy, "Little boy, call——"

"—Uncle Zhong Ling."

Before Hong Zhen could finish speaking, Xiaobudian had already opened his mouth, his big eyes flickering, "Uncle Ling, you are so pretty, even better than my father and mother!"

Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment—"He's very cute."

The little guy stretched out his hand towards him, his arms were wide open, and his fleshy little hand grabbed the air twice, "Hug~"

Zhong Ling listened to the child's immature voice, and took it in astonishment, very clumsily - he had never held a child before.

The little boy didn't treat him as an outsider, and turned his head happily, "Goodbye, Dad, goodbye, mother, I want to go play with Uncle Zhong Ling!"

Zhong Ling was at a loss for this sudden enthusiasm, and wanted to refuse, but neither could write with empty hands, nor could he open his mouth. In the eyes of the couple opposite, he still acquiesced.

Hong Zhenben was somewhat apprehensive. After all, Zhong Ling fell in love with him back then, but he ruthlessly rejected him.Now that he had a family again, he was afraid that if Zhong Ling couldn't figure it out, he would do something to the child.

But this worry is really not very well-founded. Zhong Ling is kind-hearted, so he probably wouldn't do such a thing.In the end, he couldn't hold back the child, so he nodded in agreement.

Zhong Ling, who was holding the child in his arms, was at a loss. It wasn't until after a stick of incense that he realized that the reason why the child was in such a hurry to chase his parents away was because he fell in love with the sugar figurines at the street stalls.

Mrs. Sun took care of his teeth and refused to give him food all the time. Xiao Budian finally seized the opportunity, so of course he must seize it.

"Uncle Ling, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

"Eat another piece, okay? Just one piece~ Really!"

"Send me back later, don't tell daddy, or he will kill me again!"

The little one got along very well with Zhong Ling. He was a chatterbox at a young age, and he liked to chatter non-stop. It happened that Zhong Ling couldn't talk, so he could listen all the time.

But Zhong Ling found that going back and forth like this a few times was not without its benefits.

"Daddy's study has a picture of characters, seven characters, I can recognize those two 'wood'!"

"Mother really loves the little one. Everyone else in the school, their mothers sleep with daddy, only the little one's mother sleeps with the little one every day!"

"Daddy loves the little one too. My mother said several times that she wanted to have a little sister, but my father refused, saying that as long as there is a little one, that's enough!"

Zhong Ling listened carefully, and his sorrow disappeared instantly.But when she thought about it, her eyebrows tightened a little.This marriage is not easy to manage.Both Hong Zhen and his wife are pawns in a political marriage.

The little one is very clingy to Zhong Ling, every time they meet, the first thing they do is give him a hard slap on the face, then complain why he came here, and finally hug his neck to bid farewell to Hong Zhen.

Although Hong Zhen and his wife seem to be inseparable, they love their children very much.

But then again, who wouldn't like such a cute and smart kid?

So Zhong Ling gradually opened up his heart, and every time he went, he brought some things that children like.Even though Hong Zhen's marriage was unfortunate, like a tower hanging on a cliff crumbling, he didn't think about anything, let alone get involved in their marriage.Not for other big benevolence and righteousness, just for the little ones.

This child is cute and deserves to have a happy family.

It's just that the good times don't last long.

Hong Zhen's father-in-law is a minister of a country, and Hong Zhen has been promoted too quickly in recent years, so he has great power in the court and has many political enemies.These people couldn't deal with them, so they attacked Xiao BuDian.

This is an undercurrent surging at the bottom of the river, and no one can predict it.

That day, Zhong Ling was queuing up to buy sugar figurines for Xiao BuDian, when suddenly a group of people rushed over, and the child was snatched away.He was dumb, unable to call for help, he could only rush up to grab him, kicked and dragged, and even opened his mouth to bite regardless of his image, but was knocked unconscious in the alley.

The hawker who sells sugar was afraid of getting into trouble, so he hurriedly closed his stall and went home.

It was already dark when Zhong Ling woke up, panicked.He ran back to Hong Zhen's house in a hurry, but only heard the overwhelming wailing, and the stone lion in front of the door was also hung with white silk - the little one was salvaged from the moat an hour ago and had already drowned.

The child is fine, how could it be gone all of a sudden?

He just felt like he had fallen into a quagmire, his legs went limp, and he couldn't stand up again.

But there was one person who brought him spring and pushed him into the abyss.

Hong Zhen's face was livid, and he stood coldly at the door, as if he was deliberately waiting for him, "It's your skill to attack children?"