The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 280 Huaiyou
Aunt Liu felt her eyes darken, she raised her eyes with tears in her eyes, and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"Father!"

Xie Buhuo was so anxious that he walked forward with two steps on his knees: "My aunt will never do such a thing. My son will guarantee it with my head on my neck."

Xie Daozhi was so angry that he picked up the tea bowl on the small table and smashed it on the ground: "How do you know?"

"Because...because..."

Xie Buhuo gritted his teeth and gave up: "Because I told my aunt that I am willing to marry Miss Yan as my wife. She has always loved me and will never harm her behind my back."

"You, what did you say?" The old lady stood up tremblingly on crutches.

Aunt Liu slowly stood up.

"I mentioned the second master's thoughts to the master a few days ago, and the master asked him to think about it. Old lady, if I really have those thoughts, I won't die a good death even if I get struck by lightning from the sky."

The old lady was a little stunned and slowly looked at her son.

Xie Daozhi looked at her and said, "Mother, Mrs. Liu did say this."

……

Quiet residence.

Yan Sanhe drank a bowl of tranquilizer before falling into a deep sleep.

While fanning himself, Li Buyan would open her sleeves from time to time to see if the red pimples on her body had faded a little.

I really have to go to the temple to burn incense tomorrow. This girl has been in a lot of troubles lately and everything is not going well.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Tangyuan leaned half of his body in and waved to Li Buyan.

Li Buyan stood up and walked over, "What's the matter?"

Tangyuan's eyes were red and swollen, and he had obviously cried. "Zhu Qing has something important to do with the girl. I'll guard the room."

"No!" Li Buyan refused without even thinking.

When Tangyuan heard this, tears fell again, and she felt guilty!

It's all her fault for wanting to be a peacemaker and letting the girl drink the soup. Otherwise, how could she have done anything tonight?

Although the girl didn't say a harsh word, he didn't let her enter the room to wait on her. At this moment, Li Buyan didn't even let her guard the girl...

Did they doubt her?

As soon as Li Buyan saw her tears, he knew that this girl was thinking too much, "Then you stay and don't leave this house."

"Yes, this slave will not leave even half a step."

Tangyuan cried with joy, and quickly sat down in front of the bed, picked up a fan, and fanned the girl. As she continued to fan, her tears couldn't help but fall down. She still blamed her for saying that.

In the silence, there were footsteps approaching.

"Miss Li, are you back so soon?"

Tangyuan quickly wiped away her tears and stood up. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck. Her hand subconsciously grabbed a handful of the curtain. As the curtain fell gently, her body fell down softly.

A lamp like a bean.

Xie Zhifei stood in the candlelight, looking at the swaying curtain, motionless.

For a long time, he stretched out his hand to open the curtain, but for some reason he suddenly became panicked and his hand quickly retracted.

It seemed that what was sleeping behind the curtain was not a beauty, but a giant beast that wanted to devour him.

He suddenly thought of a small west wing room in the Zheng family many years ago in the inconspicuous Haitang Courtyard.

There are pink and yellow curtains with tassels on them. When the night wind blows, the tassels sway gently.

This is Huaiyou's boudoir.

Huaiyou huddled under the quilt, exposing half of his small head.

"Brother, tell me another story about the heroes of the Three Kingdoms."

"I told you everything I heard from dad. It's out of stock."

"How about telling a story about monsters and monsters?"

"Little ancestor, can you let me go? Your brother is just a little bit of ink in my stomach, and you still have monsters?"

"So, you should study more and don't dance with guns and sticks all day long."

"Hey, are you trying to teach me a lesson?"

She stretched out a thin hand from under the quilt and held his index finger. "Tell me one more thing, just one, okay?"

Can you please?

The little girl's palms were as soft as anything, and he felt that his heart had also softened, as if he had been soaked in warm water.After telling another story about a talented man and a beautiful woman, she yawned and her eyes were watery.

"Brother, the story you just told is wrong."

"What's wrong."

"A poor scholar cannot marry a noble lady."

"Who said you can't marry? It's all written in the drawing book!"

"It's a lie. Our courtyard wall is so high that if a poor scholar climbs up, he will either fall to death or be beaten to death when someone finds out."

He laughed out loud: "What's going on in your little head?"

"wisdom."

Her long eyelashes slowly closed.

My mother finally put this little ancestor to sleep.

He used his other hand to feel under her pillow, took out a handkerchief, and stuffed it into her hand bit by bit. Then he slowly took out his fingers, blew out the candle, and tiptoed out of the boudoir.

This is what he does every night without hesitation.

I heard from my father that the girl was frightened when she was born from her mother's womb, and she had to pull her father's finger every night before she would fall asleep.

In the first few years, it was her father who coaxed her. Later, as the little girl got older, it was inconvenient for her father to enter her boudoir, so he became the one who coaxed her.

He's not that patient.

As soon as her eyes closed, he put the handkerchief into her hand to replace his fingers.

Later, she could fall asleep holding the handkerchief.

This is a secret that only the two siblings know.

He never dared to think about it in these years. When he thought about it, it stung his eyes and burned his heart. There was a wound on his heart that never healed and bleeded profusely.

But today, he exposed the wound for only one reason: Huaiyou couldn't eat mushrooms either. It might cause an allergic reaction, or it could kill her.

In this world, there are no coincidences again and again.

It was a coincidence that there was only a small bite left in the meal;

Being able to climb trees is also a coincidence;

Will he die because of mushrooms, or is it a coincidence;

Then, it is no coincidence that the girl is holding on to a handkerchief while sleeping.

Xie Zhifei listened to his own heartbeat and raised the curtain bit by bit with his hands.

If Yan Sanhe was awake at this moment, he would definitely see the expression on his face changing rapidly, including nervousness, fear, and expectation...

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff. One step forward may lead to an abyss or a flat plain.

The moment he finally lowered his head, all his expressions froze.

In the dim gauze tent, the girl was curled up, her long black hair spread around her ears, making her small face look increasingly pale.

The eyelashes that are too long are like the folded wings of a butterfly, covering those cold and deep eyes.

A wrist as bright as frost as a bright moon was placed on her chest, and further down the wrist were the girl's slender finger bones.

Half of the white handkerchief embroidered with bamboo leaves was exposed, and the other half was tightly held by the five finger bones.

Xie Zhifei's whole body began to tremble violently, and his mind was filled with white fog.

In the white light, he lifted the quilt with trembling hands and looked down at the big toe of her left foot - two brown moles, arranged one above the other.

"Dad, why do I have two moles here?"

"That's the mark Bodhisattva made on you because he was afraid that you would lose it."

"Brother, why not?"

"Him? Who can lose him!"

Xie Zhifei tried his best to suppress the moisture in his eyes, but the moisture spurted out violently, making his vision blurry and forcing him to open his mouth wide and take in big breaths.

But it was no use. A huge wave came over, covering his head and face, and swept him into the wave. Just when he thought he was about to suffocate to death, the wave lifted him up again.

Xie Zhifei's legs went weak and he fell down on the edge of the bed.

He wanted to reach out and touch the person, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. He could only choke and ask softly in his heart:
Huaiyou, is that you?

(End of this chapter)