you are my Destiny

Chapter 7 The Man Who Walks in Time
It was the first time I experienced the taste of a hangover. Clutching my aching stomach, I crawled out of a thin silk quilt, vaguely saw the bedroom door being knocked gently, and it was nearly noon when I opened my eyes.

Strange to say, this is the first time I haven't had a dream. When I woke up, I leaned against the edge of the bed, my mind was still a little unclear, and I forgot how I got home after seeing Chen Siyuan yesterday. Of course, I am very righteous to Zhuang Hanhan ’s promise dialogue is also completely forgotten.

There was a glass of milk and a piece of ginger candy on the bedside table, and I lifted the quilt to cover my face in frustration.

I don't know the origin of this cup of still warm milk, and who just knocked on the door lightly. In fact, I really want to know some answers, even if it's just the answers to such trivial things.

Before I was 16 years old, there was such a cup of hot milk next to my bed every day. I always thought that she still liked me a little bit. I knew Fu Tinglan's secret in [-]. If I hadn't been stubborn in thinking that I was the burden that shouldn't have been born, I would probably have lived in such a stable and happy way forever.Didn't I already Sissily put a stop to this nonsense at that time?And since that day, I have never seen the milk by the bed again, and I always thought that I would never see him again.

I secretly wiped a handful of tears under the quilt, yes, I was expecting something again, what could a glass of milk explain, and I was just humiliating myself.I have never dared to publicly admit that I am her daughter in the outside world. I have never mentioned it in my heart, and I dare not mention this relationship. It makes me extremely sensitive and pessimistic. Of course, I still have to maintain a reserved and decent smile to cope with today's family meal, which is just a meal.

Fu Tinglan disappeared for a few days after the auction, but I know she will still show up at home on time today, because although she is mysterious, she has always been a punctual person.

Speaking of I never worry about what will happen to her, it probably comes from a past event.

I heard a story told by Chen Siyuan's mother Wu Mama. When I was a child, I didn't know that it was about Fu Tinglan. [Note: Ling Dang is Fu Tinglan's maid, and also the origin of the housekeeper of the family line that has been followed to this day. Ling Dang's granddaughter-in-law is Wu Qianling, Chen Siyuan's mother. 】

Probably Mama Wu hoped that I could gradually adapt to having such a mother, so she often told me some stories about Fu Tinglan when I was very young.The origin of the story began when the Fu family encountered an accident:

A hundred years ago, after the Fu family suffered an accident, things were robbed here and there. Fu Tinglan shed tears every day, wanting to protect the old house of the Fu family and wait for her family to return to her side.Only Ling Dang knew that Fu Tinglan insisted on staying in Fu's old house, not only because she wanted to wait for her family, but also because she had hope for her fiancé, Shen Anzhi.

Fu Tinglan fantasized countless times that Shen Anzhi would suddenly come to the door, just like the original appearance, with a ray of sunshine shining on his hair, smiling at her alone at the gate of Fu's house.Every time I think of this paragraph, it can bring back her old love, and there is extra sadness in her eyes from anticipation to disappointment. Every time she looks forward to disappointment, she loses her fascination with her lover, but the memories always exaggerate the love in the past. The oath that I gave up has probably been left behind.For Shen Anzhi, Fu Tinglan was nothing more than a monster whose family was ruined and was feared by the neighbors and ate her family, but who would have thought that Fu Tinglan would really become an immortal monster, she was completely abandoned by the world.

Ever since Fu Tinglan was rejected by the Shen family, Shen Anzhi seemed to have evaporated and never appeared again, not even a chance encounter in Jinghai City.

Fu Tinglan shouted to the dark night countless times, what did she do wrong, she lost everything overnight, she lost her family, lost her lover, even when she went to a familiar place, she would be rejected by everyone, follow her only gossip and curses.Every time people pushed her into a deeper abyss, the nightmare of that night would hit her hard again, and she hid in the corner alone, trembling with fear.

She became depressed and sick, no longer dressed dignifiedly, no longer full of scenery, like a mentally disturbed patient who has lost her soul, wandering the streets of Jinghai City all day long.Ling Dang followed her with tears in her eyes, asking for help from those who had been favored by Master Fu in the past to help Miss, but people's hearts are often the most unpredictable, just like a popular saying among many people nowadays, "People like to add icing on the cake. I like giving charcoal in the nick of time", and even staged the role that everyone pushes against the wall is the person who once helped, except for the things in the secret room, Fu's family was ransacked by these most familiar strangers, panicked, until the danger was approaching, they Neither noticed.

In fact, the danger was always there, and the conspiracy was like a pair of eyes fixed on Fu Tinglan's back.For many days after that, Fu Tinglan was hunted down and on the way to escape.

One day, Ling Dang was picking up medicine for Fu Tinglan at the pharmacy when she heard a loud gunshot on the street. When she ran out of the pharmacy, she saw Fu Tinglan shot in the chest and lying in a pool of blood. Live forever.

Ling Dang organized a funeral for Fu Tinglan, and spent three times the money to find a male worker who was willing to help Fu Tinglan bury her.She cried until she was in tears, holding a bend of soil in her hands and unwilling to put it on the coffin for a long time.

"Miss, it was Mr. Fu who picked me up from the street. I was born as a member of the Fu family and died as a ghost of the Fu family. Without you, Ling'er doesn't know where I can go. Let me go with you." !"

Ling Dang was an orphan taken in by Fu Tinglan on the street back then. She had no family, and she followed Fu Tinglan's side since she was a child, loving her as a sister.Just as the bell was about to hit her head on the coffin, Fu Tinglan suddenly sat up from the coffin. In the darkness, a bloody light in the shape of an ancient coin suddenly appeared in the heart of her left hand. escape.When the light dissipated, the chest, which was clearly cleaned by Ling Dang himself from the gunshot wound, was unscathed, and Ling Dang was so frightened that he passed out.

From that moment Fu Tinglan really woke up, she knew the secret of her own immortality, all of this was related to the copper coin that scratched her, including the disappearance of her family and her being hunted down, all the origins were it.When a person falls into a desperate situation, but has a thought in his heart, when this "thought" turns into an obsession, he will become another look.From then on, Fu Tinglan was strangled by the obsession to find her family and the truth, and was awakened from deep grief. This Meleagerus, who was revenged by his mother, was resurrected.She regained her elegant appearance, and she still looked like the old lady in the past. After Ling Dang woke up, she was pleasantly surprised. Hearing what happened to Fu Tinglan, they hugged Fu Tinglan and cried.

"Ling Dang doesn't believe that Miss is a demon. You will always be Ling Dang's Miss, but you were killed by a demon. Ling Dang is willing to follow you for the rest of your life and catch that demon with you."

Ling Dang continued to organize the funeral, buried the coffin that once contained Fu Tinglan's body, wailed for several days and nights after the funeral in Fu's old house, and finally quelled the news of Fu Tinglan's resurrection.

After several moves, Fu Tinglan finally lived a stable life, and with the death of "Fu Tinglan", the danger seemed to be really lifted, and Fu Tinglan and Lingdang returned to the old house. It was already 40 years later up.With the aging of the bell, Fu Tinglan still looks the same as before, completely confirming the guess that she is immortal.

When I passively accepted Fu Tinglan's difference was at the age of 16, I also cut off my long hair that year and became extremely rebellious.It turns out that she really doesn't love me, maybe her cold eyes are always complaining that I have become her weakness.Weakness...or I think too much, how can she have any weakness, I don't believe that after living for hundreds of years, there is nothing she can't think about, she didn't care about the disappearance of her family, didn't she also forget Shen Anzhi, the same emotion can't be controlled, I found someone else to give birth to me.

I really don't like to tell stories in this way, but my mother is really special, I really want to tell her in a high-spirited way, if I don't try to explain her life experience clearly, I'm afraid it will be difficult for readers to understand the relationship between me and her Why is it so bad, then please forgive me for repeating it.After reading this, many people probably want to see my daily life with Fu Tinglan, so the following weekend lunch is probably all of us, or more precisely, all of my heart before this meal .

After feeding the dog, I didn't wash my face on purpose, and appeared in the living room on the patio of the house unkempt.

Going around the courtyard and walking along the corridor to the west, there are two bright and dark houses. The dark two are Fu Tinglan's tea room and study room, and the other is her painting and calligraphy room. Through the window, you can see a On the large huanghuali table case, there are various celebrity postcards on it, and a few inkstones are pressed under several inkstones that are not yet dry. On one side of it stands a Ru kiln flower vessel, with a few sacs of camellia and gardenia in it.Further forward is the backyard, where large magnolias and cold aster chrysanthemums exude the fragrance of the courtyard, bypassing the pool for decoration, and then arriving at the small dining room, which is also a small courtyard on the upper wall.

Before I even entered, I heard the pure timbre of the vinyl record player playing old songs. When I stepped into the dining room paved with old bricks with a pair of jingle cat slippers, she was standing in front of Chen Xiang, who was taller than me, with a gloomy expression. , smiled at me coolly, "Sit down."

(End of this chapter)