After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

Wen Zhi came to Licheng for two nights. Although he lived with Shang Hexing, he was not so relaxed that he dared to sleep in the same bed with him.

The intimacy of the past was always the past to her.

Even though she was so familiar with and dependent on Shang Hexing now, she really couldn't be as intimate with him as she was before, even sleeping on the same bed with him.

So the room where the two of them lived was specially equipped with two beds.

It was only half past eight in the evening, and it was still early before dark. Wen Zhi had spent enough time outside during the day. He didn’t want to go out at this point. Shang Hexing said, “Then don’t go out. Just sit quietly like this for a while. I’ll accompany you.” Let’s chat.”

Wen Zhi thought he said this casually.

Who knew he was serious? He sat in the room with her for a long time and chatted for a long time.

But these are not serious topics.

Just some more relaxed and pleasant past.

The two chatted like this until half past nine, when someone brought freshly grilled mutton skewers. Wen Zhixiang was confused by the cumin-sprinkled mutton skewers, but she was too full at night and wasn't very greedy, so she just ate them. After one bunch, Shang Hexing didn't want to eat the rest, so he had it taken away.

When the topic came back, Shang Hexing looked at Wen Zhi who was wiping her mouth and asked her, "Do you want to go back to Haishi?"

Wen Zhi put down the tissue: "I want it back."

Shang Hexing was not angry and respected her decision. He only said, "I will go back with you after I finish working here."

Wen Zhi suddenly looked at him: "But Nian Xun said that I can only stay for three days. This is the time limit I promised him before leaving Haishi."

That is to say, tomorrow night, she will have to leave Licheng and return to Haishi.

Shang Hexing was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay."

Wen Zhi asked, "Are you worried?"

"How can you make me feel at ease when you go to another man?" Shang Hexing's voice rose and he looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

Wen Zhi wanted to say that after she went back for treatment, she would be able to remember the past between the two of them.

But he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to remember it completely and would be disappointed.

Forget it, let’s not talk about it for now and give him a surprise when the time comes.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the sky was getting dark. Wen Zhi raised his hand and yawned, his face visibly sleepy.

Shang Hexing said, "Go to bed first."

"Okay, you go to bed early too." Wen Zhi got up and walked through the front room.

Lifting the curtain, there is a larger bedroom behind.

There were two beds inside, far apart.

Just after Wen Zhi lay down for a while, he heard Shang Hexing answer a phone call outside.

A few minutes later, Shang Hexing picked up his coat and put it on, opened the curtain and said to Wen Zhi, "I'm going to grandma's place. You go to bed early. There's no need to turn on the light and wait for me to come back."

Wen Zhi agreed: "I understand."

Then Shang Hexing left the house.

As soon as he left, the huge room became quieter. Wen Zhi was originally very sleepy, but now that Shang He was walking, she couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because she felt uneasy without him in the house.

She got out of bed and looked for her phone, because she didn't know when Shang Hexing would come back, so she could only pass the time by playing with her phone.

But she had forgotten when she had used her phone during the day, so she searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it.

She walked back and forth in the room, and finally found Shang Hexing on the bed.

As soon as he opened the pillow, Wen Zhi was stunned: "...Why is my bead string here?"

She immediately looked at her wrist.

However, the prayer beads on her wrist were not lost, and luckily they were still on her wrist.

But why is there a string of Buddhist beads exactly like those on her wrist under Shang Hexing's pillow?

In order to make sure that he was not mistaken, Wen Zhi threw away the pillow and picked up the string of Buddhist beads.

After careful identification, Wen Zhi's expression became extremely complicated.

Almost exactly the same!

If the string of prayer beads in her hand was lost, she would definitely think that the string of prayer beads was lost by herself, but the string of prayer beads in her hand was still there...

"How come there is a string of beads under his pillow that are exactly the same as mine?" Wen Zhi muttered to herself, confused, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of another thing that she had ignored from the corner of her eye.

It was a blessing of peace that was originally placed with the prayer beads under the pillow.

Just now, her attention was focused on the string of beads. After picking up the beads, she naturally ignored the blessing of peace next to the beads.

She picked up the Ping An Fu and gently rubbed the edge with her fingertips: "It's so delicate."

When you look at the patterns on the outer layer of fabric, you can see that they were embroidered by hand and very carefully.

The peace blessings and Buddhist beads were placed under Shang Hexing's pillow, so they must be his belongings.

Driven by the same curiosity about the two strings of Buddhist beads, Wen Zhi took both the beads and Ping An Fu back to his bed.

Now that Shang Hexing hasn't come back yet, Wen Zhi has nowhere to answer his questions. We can only find out after he comes back and ask him.

She turned on the bedside lamp, then raised two strings of Buddhist beads and looked at the light carefully.

It's a pity that I still can't see why.

But she is a person who has the patience to study.

You can always see the difference if you look more.

Unknowingly, it was already twelve o'clock in the night. Wen Zhi's eyes were red, and he could tell that the textures on the two strings of beads were different. But at this time, the sleepiness came back fiercely, and her eyelids kept fighting. She couldn't hold on, so she had to sleep first.

She fell asleep so quickly that she forgot that she had not taken off the two strings of beads on her wrists, and her arms were holding down a corner of Ping Anfu.

The night is long.

Wen Zhi didn't sleep very deeply, and fell into a dream.

She opened her eyes and there was a beautiful woman standing in front of her.

The woman was wearing a crescent white cheongsam, her hair was pulled up high, her small face had very three-dimensional features, especially her eyebrows, the eye sockets were deeper, and her nose was as high as a mixed race.

These eyebrows made Wen Zhi feel extremely familiar, like...

"Xiangying."

A shout came from behind Wen Zhi. Wen Zhi turned around and saw a man.

The man was tall and very handsome. He walked straight towards Wen Zhi with a smile on his face. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? You—!" Wen Zhi backed away repeatedly, waving his hands to signal the man to stop quickly.

However, something unexpected happened to Wen Zhi!

The man walking towards her actually went straight through her body!

Wen Zhi was so frightened that she screamed. When she came to her senses, the man had already passed through her body and led the beautiful woman away.

Wen Zhi stared at the two figures blankly: "What's going on? Who are they? Did I die suddenly while sleeping?"

I heard that only the soul after death can be passed through the body by any object.

The man just passed through her body.

And, it seemed like they couldn't see her.

"No way..." This must be a dream.

Full of curiosity, Wen Zhi quickly followed him. Only when she came out did she realize that she was in someone else's house just now. The plaque above the head reads "Business House".

This is actually...a merchant.

"Come on, watch your head." Outside the car door at the foot of the steps, the man thoughtfully put his hand on the roof of the car to prevent the woman from touching her head.

The woman held the man's arm and bent down to get into the car.

Then the man got into the car.

Just as the car door was about to close, Wen Zhi ran over faster than his mind: "Wait a minute..."

The moment the car door closed, Wen Zhi also got into the car smoothly.

"Huh, it's so dangerous~" I almost didn't make it.

The back seat was spacious, but the two of them sat on opposite sides, with Wen Zhi's body overlapping the man's body.

She was very uncomfortable, but she couldn't let herself really exist, because no matter how she moved or made any noise, it seemed like it was just a wisp of soul, and no one could see her.

"Xiang Ying, you and Miss Zhong didn't get together just two days ago. Why is she looking for you again?" the man asked.

Han Xiangying put on the lace gloves that matched the cheongsam and said in a clear and gentle voice: "Wanying is heartbroken. I'm going to comfort her."

"Didn't Miss Zhong say that she is single?" the man answered.

Han Xiangying suddenly turned his head and looked at the man: "Ji Zhou, who did you hear that Wanying is single?"

Shang Jizhou was suddenly stunned: "No..."

Han Xiangying raised her eyebrows, and her slightly dark eyes were filled with confusion: "What is it not?"

Shang Jizhou's handsome face was a little awkward: "It's nothing."

Han Xiangying lowered her eyes, carefully arranged the lace on her gloves, and said softly: "Ji Zhou, if you don't want to see Wanying later, please say a few words of comfort for me. Falling out of love is so sad and hurts the lungs. It’s not a trivial matter.”

"I said?" Shang Jizhou said with a smile: "Xiangying, please don't make fun of me. I never comfort others, except my wife."

Han Xiangying curled her lips and didn't think much about it.

Wen Zhi's head hurt when he heard it, it was like a real splitting headache.

She didn't know what was going on.

"Sir, madam, here we are."

The driver's voice came from ahead.

As the automatic door opened, Han Xiangying got out of the car first, followed by Shang Jizhou.

Wen Zhi endured his headache and got out of the car together.

When she raised her head and looked at the Huizhou architecture in front of her, when she came to her senses, Han Xiangying had already held Shang Jizhou's hand and walked in side by side.

Wen Zhi didn't want to follow anymore, but her body seemed to be disobedient and she immediately chased after him.

A waiter came to greet her, and Han Xiangying asked, "Where is Wanying?"

The waiter said: "Miss Chong is in the pavilion by the lotus pond."

Han Xiangying asked: "Is anyone else coming?"

"Third Young Master is here too," the waiter replied.

Shang Jizhou, who was following Han Xiangying, asked, "My third brother is here too?"

The waiter nodded.

"Lead the way." Han Xiangying said calmly.

The waiter stretched out his hands: "You two, follow me here."

This huge villa is hidden in the most inconspicuous suburb of Baishi and is built around the mountains. From the outside to the inside, there are Hui-style blue bricks and white tiles that are favored by many wealthy people. People who come here enjoy the style.

On weekdays, Chong Wanying and Han Xiangying would often come here whenever they wanted to meet up, and it was the same today.

Wen Zhi followed, paying attention to her surroundings until she heard someone suddenly shout——

"Miss Zhong, don't think too hard."

Hearing this voice, Wen Zhi was shocked and came to his senses. At this time, Han Xiangying had already hurried towards the pavilion.

"Wanying!"

"Wanying!"

Han Xiangying's face was full of worry, fearing that if she was too late, she wouldn't be able to stop Zhong Wanying from doing something stupid.

Shang Jizhou walked behind slowly.

Wen Zhi also followed. There was a man in front of him, and Wen Zhi passed directly through the man's body.

It's a pity that she didn't get to see what the Chong Wanying who wanted to commit suicide looked like, because she was now crying heartbrokenly in Han Xiangying's arms.

"Xiang Ying, why can't I get his sincerity even though I have paid so much?"

"I love him more than anyone else, and there is no woman in the world who loves him more than me."

"Xiangying, do you think there's something about me that's not good enough? Am I not pretty enough?"

"I don't understand, I really don't understand..."

Han Xiangying gently patted Zhong Wanying on the back of her shoulder: "You are very good, and you are also very beautiful. It is his loss that he cannot see your goodness, so he misses the best of you."