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

Chapter 377
Eight years, and another 18 years.

What a long time it was, so long that they were all old.

Yan Sanhe looked at Xiang and lowered his voice.

"The beginning of the story should be just like in the play. The rich lady and the poor scholar met. Although one of them was of higher status and the other of lower status, they could not stop their affection.

The story is about the misfortune of the eldest lady and the dormancy of the poor scholar.

In the eight years of Jiaofangsi and the eighteen years of Shuiyue An, from noble to humble, from humble to Buddhist, the poor scholar did not change his mind, but waited silently.

The result of the story is that after the eldest lady passed away, the poor scholar drew his sword and stabbed everyone who had hurt the eldest lady.

His last sword thrust straight into the sky. "

Everyone was stunned, looking back and forth between the incense and the stage.

Is this story true?
How did he do it in 26 years?
Yan Sanhe looked at the scholar on the stage and smiled softly.

"Zhu Qing, don't say anything. When the play is about to end, you two will guard the front and back doors of Singchun Garden. Huang Qi, you are responsible for keeping an eye on the poor scholar."

The three looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"Little Master Pei."

"what?"

"Do you know which acupuncture points can make people wake up?"

Pei Xiao winced, "I probably know."

Yan Sanhe: "After lighting the incense for a while, if I pass out, you have to stab me to wake me up no matter what. If I don't wake up, you stab me with a knife."

Pei Xiao's face turned pale: "Yan Sanhe, please try someone else. My heart is not good."

Yan Sanhe turned around and said, "Sir, is that okay?"

The third master's eyes were like broken ice flashing: "You fainted, which means that the inner demon has been resolved. Is it necessary to meet Lu? Do you want to take the risk?"

"Have!"

Yan Sanhe was silent for a long time.

"I have solved so many inner demons, but after all the inner demons have been solved, I, the demon solver, still have a lot to ask."

Just at this time, on the stage, Yingying and Matchmaker were fluttering with butterflies, which made Zhang Sheng unable to resist and walked out from behind the rockery.

Yingying turned around and saw a young and handsome young man. Her pretty face turned red and she couldn't help but take another look.

Zhang Shenghun was gone, like a dumb goose.

The matchmaker blocked their eyes with her fan and said, "Miss, let's go back!"

"Look, the lady and the scholar met in the play, but what about outside the play?"

A bitter taste appeared on the tip of Yan Sanhe's tongue.

"Aren't you curious about what happened between them? Aren't you curious about the true meaning of that gong sound? Aren't you curious about why a song called "West Wing" can transform her inner demons?"

If you are curious, I will be curious;

You want to know, I want to know.

Xie Zhifei looked at Yan Sanhe's profile and said, "Okay!"

With everything arranged properly, Yan Sanhe no longer has any worries.

"Next, let's watch the play with her."

……

The more I watch the show, the more shocking it becomes.

At this time, there were already spectators whispering under the stage.

"In today's play, although the scholar's appearance is a bit older, his gestures and gestures are genuine."

"The singing is good, clean and not sloppy at all."

"The way you look at him is so bright."

"Who pretended to be?"

"I don't think I've ever heard this guy sing before."

"High and low are the same angle!"

Accompanied by the sound of drums, the scholar put away the fan in his hand and started singing——

"Having said that, I feel melancholy, and one day I frown with a frown on my face, Miss...

The last "Ah" was lingering and repeated several times in one breath.

The audience in the audience cheered loudly.

In the "Ju" private room, except for Yan Sanhe, the other five people were in a daze.Huang Qi: One minute on stage, ten years off stage, this voice should take more than ten years!
Zhu Qing: I am nearly sixty years old, but my figure is still the same as that of a young man?
Li Buyan: Looking back, I have to go to my mother’s grave and talk to her about this man, a different Phoenix man!

Little Master Pei: There are so many people in this world who have secrets. One of my ancestors, and another one before me, are all alive and well.

Xie Zhifei: Censor, actor; actor, censor... who can believe it?Who dares to believe it?

Xie Zhifei's eyes secretly glanced at Yan Sanhe again.

So does she.

If it weren't for so many coincidences, who would have believed that Miss Zheng, who should have been buried in the fire, is still alive now.

Huh?
Xie Zhifei's eyes moved back a little and fell on the incense.

This smell is wrong.

After burning for a long time, it just started to burn a little bit, unlike before, when a gust of wind blew, it was all burned out in one go.

Xie Zhifei was so frightened that he became numb.

"Yan Sanhe, have you noticed that the incense burns very slowly today?

"Found."

Yan Sanhe looked at the vague white mist and whispered:
"This Xiang probably doesn't want to miss every move and every line he sings!"

Yes!

After being apart for so long, her every smile is precious.

Xie Zhifei glanced at Yan Sanhe again.

In his eyes, there is gentleness hidden deeply.

……

On the stage, Lu Shi pretended to be a scholar, standing under the moonlight, talking to himself.

"I heard what Fa Cong said during the day, saying that Miss Yingying will go to the garden every night to burn incense. She is happy that the moon is white tonight and the wind is clear. If she comes here, I will definitely be able to see her very clearly."

He walked towards the garden step by step, and took a look -

Under the shadow of the moon, stood a graceful girl.

The girl turned around, her pink face suddenly looked like peach blossoms dyed with spring water, and her eyes were full of energy.

Lu Shi shook his head in his heart.

This is Cui Yingying in the play, not the girl in his heart.

The eyes of the girl in his heart were much brighter than Cui Yingying's. Besides her handsomeness, there was also an alluring aura.

Yes, demonic.

This was the first feeling that came to 22-year-old Lu Shi when he met 12-year-old Tang Zhiwei for the first time.

He had also seen this kind of evil spirit in his biological mother Yuan.

The difference is that Yuan will unconsciously exude this evil spirit towards all men, and that little girl...

Only to him!
Generally speaking, three-year-old children have no memory.

Lu Shiyou.

When he was three years and eight months old, he clearly remembered that on that night of thunder and lightning, the man who walked into their mother and son's small courtyard was the uncle of the Lu family.

He is also Lu Shi's nominal uncle.

That night, he slept next to his mother.

He was already asleep when a sound of thunder woke him up. When he opened his eyes, he saw two naked people...

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound.

The bed creaked loudly.

When the man couldn't do it, he lifted the woman to the ground and asked her to hold on to the edge of the bed. From behind...

Both of them originally had their eyes closed.

The man bumped hard, and the woman's spring eyes were knocked open, and they happened to meet his eyes.

Just at this moment, a bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky.

The woman with loose black hair smiled seductively at him and raised her finger to her lips to signal him not to speak.

What a pair of beautiful eyes they are. The ends of the eyes are narrowed into a long and thin line, and the style is extremely enchanting;

What a beautiful finger it is, like green onions, with a light pink color on the fingertips.

At three years and eight months old, he cursed two words silently: bitch.

(End of this chapter)