Chapter 66: Peony Flowers Die, Even Being a Ghost Is Merry.
Chapter 66: Peony Flowers Die, Even Being a Ghost Is Merry.
I don't know when he fell asleep, but when Fu Xiao woke up, he found that the soles of his feet, which were punctured by broken glass, had already been medicated.Recalling the events of last night in a daze, the last image that stays in my mind seems to be Mu Mu's calm poker face.
He glanced at the room reflexively, except for the familiar furnishings, there was nothing unusual.But when his eyes fell on the vanity mirror, he suddenly met a pair of black eyes.
Behind!
Fu Xiao immediately turned around and stared at his empty back, feeling his scalp tingling and his hair standing on end.
The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night is fine, but now it is broad daylight and the universe is bright, what is going on with that thing?
"Morning." Fu Xiao smiled into the air with a springy smile.
Mu Mu in the mirror stared at Fu Xiao in the mirror, and replied calmly, "Morning."
It seemed to be a message formed directly in Fu Xiao's consciousness. It was different from the usual "hearing". There was no vibration, no stimulation, no noise, and it was natural. I don't know if singing would be better than surround sound.
Fu Xiao turned his head to look at the poker face in the vanity mirror, and then looked down at the soles of his feet covered with purple potion. Many questions popped up in his mind one by one like foam in the water: "Did you help me apply the medicine?"
"Well, you fell asleep at the time, and the wound will be infected if you don't deal with it."
That's an extremely polite statement, but the truth is that he passed out, right?
"You...can touch me?" Fu Xiao crossed his arms and hugged his arms, his pair of autumn water blue eyes blinked and blinked nervously.Long nights, orphans and widows, besides taking medicine, what else happened that shouldn't have happened?
The tall and straight body reflected in the mirror was quietly approaching the girl who was on guard. He lowered his head, gently licked and bit the girl's round earlobe with his thin lips, and a slight smile appeared on his cold face.
"What do you say?"
Fu Xiao trembled like an electric shock, quickly shrunk back, eager to open up the distance between each other, but for a moment he forgot that he was on a narrow single bed, his center of gravity was unstable, the fulcrum fell, and the whole The person immediately fell to the ground.
"Be careful..." Mu Mu reached out to hug her waist with quick eyes, but it was in vain - Fu Xiao fell to the ground on his back, with a soft pillow under his body, which well protected his head and spine.
Why throw the pillow on the floor instead of just pulling her?Fu Xiao looked at the vanity mirror suspiciously, thoughtfully.
"Is it because of the mirror?" The conclusion of the bold reasoning is that Mu Mu's ghost can touch the mirror image, and the entity corresponding to the mirror image will perceive it, but once it leaves the mirror's reflection range, people and ghosts will go different ways, yin and yang. separated.
Mu Mu didn't respond to her guess, but from her expression, it could be seen that the answer was almost the same.
Mu Mu in the mirror sat gracefully on the bed, looked down at Fu Xiao under the bed, and said lightly, "Come here."
Ghosts will be obedient.
Fu Xiao climbed up clumsily, but jumped out of the bedroom with one foot.
Is it really dawn?Not dreaming?No insanity?I don’t know if I still have the notes on Marx’s dialectical materialism?It's true that when the book is used, one hates less. The Bible, Buddhist scriptures, Tao Te Ching, which book hides the spell of exorcising ghosts?
Walking into the bathroom, I threw myself on the washbasin and turned on the faucet, and washed my face over and over again with cold water.
"The Fu Xiao I know will never run away blindly." A deep and familiar voice formed directly in his head, as if falling from the sky, and he was caught off guard.
Fu Xiao raised his head, and a look of surprise flashed across his wet face, but then he noticed the mirror embedded above the washbasin, and a sense of self-trapping sadness arose in his heart.
It turned out that it wasn't just the vanity mirror, as long as it was a mirror, the ghost could hide from it.
Yes, Fu Xiao loves sailing against the current the most, enjoying the joy of life and death between swords and swords, never compromise, forbear, never run away.
But that's only for normal situations, with the exception of bumping ghosts.
"What exactly do you want?" Fu Xiao wiped his face, and stared deeply at the ghost in the mirror for the first time.
"Do you still remember what you said that night?" Mu Mu answered the wrong question.
"I've said a lot." Forgive her for a period of time when she was singing and singing every night, talking drunkenly, and she couldn't remember what she said.
"It's easy to find a priceless treasure, but it's rare to have a lover." Mu Mu squinted his eyes and gave a little hint.
On that night that was faintly filled with conspiracy, nothing had happened yet, and there were still infinite possibilities in the future.At that time, Mu Mu had hope in his heart - for their happiness within reach.
Fu Xiao's trembling lips showed a sweet smile. She thought that the memories of that night would only be left to her to cherish alone in the end, so she remembered them very deeply and would never forget them until her death.
"You have to come back alive."
"So, I just kept my word."
"I guess your Chinese scores must be bad." Fu Xiao finally calmed down, everything has two sides, although it's not a good thing to hell, but at least it shows that she is not crazy.
"Looking at it from another angle, I am indeed still alive, in another form." The corners of Mu Mu's lips twitched slightly, glad that Fu Xiao was finally willing to have a good conversation with her.
It's a good start.
"In other words, you also agree that if you don't look at it differently, you are not at all right."
"Fu Xiao, it's not as difficult as I imagined to accept me again."
God, re-accept?Did she hear wrong?Life is not filming, who wants to stage a ghostly relationship with a wandering soul?
"Mu Mu, please accept the reality, the fate between you and me is over, you should reincarnate early and be reborn as a human being."
"I've tried, but I can't do it." Mu Mu's eyes welled up with a trace of bitterness. He heard that those souls who linger in the world and cannot be reborn are all because of their worries and cannot let go.
"Then try again, don't give up." Fu Xiao clenched his fists tightly, agitating enthusiastically, waiting for the other party to realize that he had lost his way, and to strive for strength.
Mu Mu raised his hand and stroked Fu Xiao's wet and cold face in the mirror: "I know."
Fu Xiao gasped in his heart, no, you don't know.If you knew, you should have floated away immediately, and your soul was gone, instead of touching my face affectionately like now.
In fact, Mu Mu had nothing to do with her as long as she left the mirror, but Fu Xiao didn't move, just stood blankly in front of the washbasin. She attributed the reason to the wound on the sole of her foot, which was unable to move because of the pain.
"I heard that when ghosts are with people, they will absorb people's energy." Fu Xiao smiled meaningfully, "Mu Mu, is seven to seven days enough?"
Mu Mu frowned and sighed softly. Many times, she couldn't understand why Fu Xiao's mind always had some weird thoughts that made people laugh and cry.
"Trust me, I won't hurt you." I just love you and can't wait, that's all.
Fu Xiao imitated her and sighed: "I used to believe in science very much, but it seems to be a gorgeous balloon that can burst with a poke."
"Science does not deny the existence of the soul." Mu Mu gently wiped off the water stains on her face with her fingertips, staring almost greedily at those dark blue eyes.I used to think that I would never see or touch this person in this life, but now that I have lost it and found it again, I naturally cherish it even more.
It was the first time that Fu Xiao was poor at words in front of Mu Mu. It wasn't that the other party's words were impeccable and impeccable, but that the deep affection in those dark eyes was so hot that it burned his whole body. .
"I hope you'll figure it out first." Fu Xiao lowered his head, avoiding her focused gaze, "Who is the one who put the sniper behind your back?"
"It's you." The tone was nonchalant, as if the person who was shot was not her.
Fu Xiao shivered, and parted the corners of his lips to reveal a sunny smile: "I thought you didn't know."
"I know."
Then you should know that if there is a first betrayal, there will be a second time, just like inertia, endless.
"Even if you know the truth, you don't hate me?" If there is no hatred because of love, does it mean that you don't love enough?
Mu Mu asked indifferently: "If it's you, do you hate it?"
"Don't hate or hate, I will see through the world of mortals and pray for reincarnation in the next life... I will never meet the person who killed me again." Fu Xiao clasped his hands together and prayed sincerely. God, please put this lingering ghost in front of me. The extradition to Western Bliss has nothing to do with her from now on, neither delays nor arrears.
Mu Mu was dumbfounded by her words again, as expected, he shouldn't have asked her.
"Of course I hated it at first, but it's just a grudge. I haven't fully obtained you yet, so how could I be reincarnated with peace of mind."
May I ask what does it mean to obtain completely?Fu Xiao stared at her warily.
Mu Mu slightly bent the corners of his lips, revealing a faint smile: "If you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost."
"Black dog's blood or a cross, which one do you choose?" Fu Xiao frowned immediately, jumping back on one foot, once, twice, away from the scope of the mirror, seeing everything out of sight, the world is peaceful.
Mu Mu in the mirror stroked her chin expressionlessly, tsk tsk, it scared her.
The author has something to say:
The lingering ghost mentioned in the previous trailer is a real lingering ghost.Reminder: This is a slightly supernatural love story~
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