The ghost is the husband, the wife is the supreme

Chapter 46 A Room for Two
"Miao Miao, is there anything behind me?" Du Ran asked softly.

Miao Miao still didn't respond, just looked behind her, Du Ran couldn't hold it anymore, turned around abruptly, but saw that the corner behind her was empty and there was nothing, and met Miao Miao's as soon as she turned her head. Little face, suddenly a little angry, ignored her, stood up and walked forward.

After walking two steps, Du Ran was a little worried, and looked back, Miao Miao still stood still, looking at her, Du Ran sighed, and said, "Go back."

Miao Miao still didn't move, but Du Ran left directly. This girl belongs to this family, so she is much more familiar with this place than she is, so there is really no need to worry.

It wasn't until Du Ran's figure disappeared around the corner that Miao Miao restrained her bright smile, and looked beside her with a blank face, and soon her small body seemed to be hugged by an invisible thing , she rubbed intimately.

"Ah."

In the dark of night, that chuckle was particularly obvious.

After returning to the room, Du Ran let out a sigh of relief, walked up and down, sat on the wooden chair, looked up at herself in the mirror, she touched herself and stood up, suddenly felt that the clothes on her body were very strange, He didn't even want to wear it for a moment, so he quickly changed into his original clothes. After thinking about it, Du Ran realized that he didn't bring any luggage.

She hesitated for a while, looked at the whole room again, and undoubtedly saw the mahogany wardrobe, walked over, pushed it away, and there were indeed many clothes hanging in it, but without exception, they were all cheongsams in different colors , the material is comfortable silk, Du Ran tried to find a modern dress, but there was nothing.

Is this asking her to wear a cheongsam every day?Obviously everyone else is wearing modern clothes!
What made Du Ran even more unacceptable was the neat row of black and white robes and mandarin jackets and retro gowns placed next to the cheongsam.

There is no doubt that this is male clothing.

Du Ran took a step back as if he had been scalded, staring at the row of men's clothes, then closed the closet door with a touch, gasping for breath.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, maybe it's the wrong place, it's not a big deal, Du Ran kept hinting to herself, and then she was relieved, but she didn't want to touch that wardrobe again, she looked up at the wooden wardrobe hanging on the wall. The clock, one of the few relatively modern objects in the house, pointed to eight.

Xu took a nap in the afternoon, but Du Ran is not sleepy at all now, and even more energetic because of the shock of the closet just now, she began to take a good look at the room, not just looking at it in general, but carefully looking at it every time. An object has been stroked.

The furniture is from the Republic of China. Du Ran has seen many styles in history books. They are traditional folk handicrafts. However, Du Ran is not interested in this. After a rough appreciation, he rummages for other items until After touching the whole room in detail, Du Ran had to find out in horror.

Here, there are traces of another person's existence.

Pairs of clothes, pairs of desks and chairs, pairs of pillows... It seemed to indicate that she was going to live with another person.

However, this is impossible!
Du Ran's face turned pale, and she suddenly remembered that she was going to marry a dead person, marrying a memorial tablet, so it was logical that the person living with her was the 'fiancé' who had not yet completed the ceremony.

If Du Ran could deceive herself in the past that there are no ghosts in this world, but now she knows better than anyone else that ghosts do exist, and she even met that terrifying ghost.

As if recalling a painful memory, Du Ran's body began to tremble, cold sweat spread all over his back, and he couldn't even move.

After more than ten minutes, Du Ran's trembling stopped. She took a slow step, avoiding the bed, squatting in a corner, staring closely at the empty room like a defensive animal.

Yes, there are ghosts in this world, but they won't stay for too long, at least Du Ran believes that there are rules in the world, and ghosts won't be allowed to linger in the world forever, and as far as she knows, her 'fiancé' has died many years ago , she hasn't even seen a picture so far, so nothing will happen. The arrangement here is probably the old man's wish.

Pretend your grandson is still alive?
Yes, it must be so.

Even though this reason was a bit far-fetched, it was the only reason Du Ran could comfort herself. If she didn't hint to herself, she would collapse because of fear.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and the pointer was pointing to [-]:[-], and Du Ran, who was curled up in the corner, had fallen asleep at some point, hugging his knees, huddled into a ball, staying in the corner for a long time Kind of helpless.

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open.

A gust of wind blew, and white mist drifted in, curling up in small rolls in the room.

"Ah."

A chuckle sounded, and Du Ran shrank subconsciously in his sleep, as if he was subconsciously afraid of something.

Soon, her body was lifted horizontally and slowly placed on the big carved bed covered with a soft quilt. She rubbed comfortably and fell asleep again.

The clothes on her body were slowly pushed up, revealing little by little the porcelain-white skin underneath, smooth and soft.

Du Ran grumbled uncomfortably, turned around, and fell asleep on his side, and was slowly turned back by something after a while, returning to a lying state.

Soon, red marks appeared on Du Ran's skin one after another, which looked a little shocking under the porcelain white complexion, especially on Du Ran's neck, where a bright red mark was left, and that shallow , the flesh-colored scars are a little lighter visible to the naked eye.

When the morning sun shone in through the window, Du Ran reluctantly opened her eyes, and all she saw was a brocade quilt embroidered with patterns, which made her jump up instantly, and as expected, she fell asleep on her stomach On that carved bed.

what happened?when did she fall asleep?Still sleeping in bed?

Unable to remember what happened last night in her mind, Du Ran patted her head angrily, got out of bed, and was stunned when she saw the mirror, she suddenly tore off the collar of her clothes, looked down, only I don't know when the skin was covered with red marks one after another, even one on the neck.

The red marks were still itchy, Du Ran couldn't help scratching them a few times, and looked at the bed with strange eyes. She had heard that wooden beds are easy to attract small mosquitoes. Could it be that they were bitten while sleeping?

That's right, this house is old, who knows how long the quilt has been on it, and it's normal to be bitten a few times.

There was a knock on the door, and a steady voice came, "Miss, it's time for breakfast."

"Okay, I'll be right here."

After Du Ran responded, she was about to go out when she saw another purple cheongsam on the bed with sharp eyes.

When was it put here?Could it be the housekeeper here?Thinking of the expression on the old man's face who was completely in charge of her daily life, Du Ran reluctantly believed that the cheongsam was probably made by that Uncle Zhong.

Looking at her clothes, the color was whitish after washing, and it was a little wrinkled after not taking a shower for a day. It was really not good-looking, but she didn't want to wear that cheongsam anymore. After thinking about it, she didn't change it either. He went straight out the door and walked the familiar corridor to the hall.

Almost all the people came, and she was the last one, so she hurriedly took a seat in embarrassment, no wonder Du Ran got it, she had discovered it a long time ago, her room was the one farthest from the hall, and she almost had to wear There are several corridors, which indirectly proves that this ancient house is big enough.

(End of this chapter)