The ghost is the husband, the wife is the supreme

Chapter 54 That Black and White Photo

It was the first time I saw the photo.

A black and white photo hangs high in the middle.

There was a man in the photo, an extremely handsome man, and a face that Du Ran would never forget. She felt that the backflow of blood was probably what she was feeling now.

The man in the black and white photo overlapped with the male ghost on the rooftop, looking at her silently, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth was just like the temptation in memory.

"How could this be..." Du Ran whispered unacceptably.

The entire wing room looked oozing under the candlelight. A lacquered red wooden sign was placed squarely under the black-and-white photo. Underneath were placed triangular fruits and pastries, as well as a few clusters of flowers. The rows of candlesticks were emitting a strange yellow light.

There is no doubt that this is a mourning hall, and even at the other end, there is a huge coffin neatly placed. The surface of the black coffin is filled with dark light and exudes a faint fragrance of nanmu.

Du Ran stood up slowly, she didn't dare to look at the black and white photo, the man in the photo seemed to be staring at her all the time, how could she forget those eyes that were as dark as the abyss.

He took a step back, two steps, until he was stuck against the wall, and there was no way back.

Except for the altar, the incense burner with a width of one and a half meters, and the coffin, the entire wing room was empty. However, Du Ran felt that there were many people standing there, densely packed.They were all kneeling on the ground, looking at her, whispering.

Even though he couldn't see it, Du Ran felt the sense of peeping and those people.

Her spirit was about to collapse, she held her head in her hands, and the thin whispering sound poured into her mind.

"Look, that's the ghost wife."

"Hey, she broke in."

"It was the king who brought her here."

"Why did you bring it here?"

"It's time to marry a wife."

"Hey, lively, marry a wife, marry a wife."

"Bride, hurry through the door, the husband and wife return home."

"Go through the door, go through the door."

Du Ran screamed, "Shut up! Stop talking! Stop talking! Ah!"

With a "bang", the door was knocked open, a figure stood against the light on the threshold, collapsed in, those voices disappeared instantly, and Du Ran had already passed out in a coma.

"Uncle Zhong, take Miss back."

Another figure stood behind him, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, master."

With his hands behind his back, Shen Jun quietly looked at the huge black-and-white photo in the middle, hunched over and walked over, took out the incense that was placed aside very familiarly, lit the incense with the flame on the candlestick, and the wisps of cigarettes did not go away. The sky rose, but went down into the ground.

There was an inexplicable respect on Shen Jun's old face. He bent down, bowed three times, and then inserted the incense into the half-meter-wide stove below.

"I know you can't wait, but she's young and you'll scare her like this."

Taking out a clean handkerchief, Shen Jun began to carefully wipe away the nonexistent dust on that memorial tablet.

"Come on, July and a half, don't worry, I will prepare everything."

After the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and the rows of candles were blown out and then lit up again strangely. All these unreasonable changes did not arouse Shen Jun's surprise at all, and he continued to wipe the tabletop of the Lingtai with a normal expression .

"I know you're happy, and I'm happy for you too. It's not easy after waiting for so long. The child finally came back."

After a pause, he continued: "Wait, it's coming soon."

Shen Jun gently wiped the entire Lingtai until a drop of blood-red water dripped from the back of his hand. He froze for a moment, then said in fear, "I know you're angry that I didn't take good care of her, but I can't help it." Ah, that child is stubborn and refuses to accept other people's kindness in vain."

"I can only help her secretly. I will definitely arrange for her mother's illness. I will cover up all the things you committed. No one will suspect it, let alone affect the child. Don't worry."

"That child won the first prize in the examination. You are indeed the one who has taken a fancy to him. He is promising. I am afraid that he will not be too sad if he doesn't need my help."

"Things like that won't happen in the future, don't be angry."

The blood-red drops slowly turned into a transparent liquid, and Shen Jun wiped it off with a handkerchief without changing his expression. From the corner of his eyes, he saw behind him, in the dim corner of the candlelight, a pair of feet quietly Standing, his movements froze for a moment, and he quickly withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace, and continued to wipe.

On the other side, Du Ran lying on the bed was dreaming, it was no longer that extremely ambiguous dream, but a strange but faintly familiar dream.

In the dream, she was in a yard, a beautiful and exquisite yard.There was a burst of joyful laughter, and the unique immature voice of a child echoed.

"Swing higher, I want to fly higher!"

"Hahaha, Ayu, I like you the most!"

"It's fun, fly higher!"

Du Ran listened, and somehow felt that this voice was very familiar. Where had he heard the clear and sweet child's voice?Why, she can't remember?

She wanted to see clearly, wanted to know who it was, but she couldn't leave anyway. Her body was nailed to the spot, and through a layer of mist, she could only vaguely see two figures there, one big and one Small and small, they accompany each other, forming a moving picture.

How come...so familiar...

Who is that figure?It's very important, I can't remember who it is...

Du Ran stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a curtain. She was lying in her room.

Sitting up in a daze, Du Ran reached out and touched his cheek, it was moist, she was crying?Why are you crying?By the way, she had a dream, what did she dream of?
How can I not remember?
The clothes were ripped, and Du Ran's mind was pulled back. She looked sideways, and saw Miao Miao looking at her with open black eyes, as if asking her what's wrong.

"Miaomiao? Why are you here? No, why am I here? By the way, I should be in the backyard..."

Suddenly, that black-and-white photo appeared in Du Ran's mind again, that handsome man, that room full of 'people', she couldn't bear the messy voices in her head and passed out, what happened behind?What happened next?
Xu Shi saw Du Ran's nervous and pale face, and Miao Miao grabbed her hand and shook it, as if silently comforting her.

"Miss, are you awake?"

Uncle Zhong came in with a hot towel in his hand. Seeing Du Ran woke up, he showed a kind smile and passed the hot towel in his hand.

"Wipe it off. You're sweating a lot. Did you have a nightmare?"

Du Ran took it in silence. She did have a dream, but she couldn't remember the content of the dream, only the palpitations that lingered for a long time.

"Uncle Zhong, did you bring me out? I...I mean, I broke into the courtyard and was locked up. I..." Du Ran was a little incoherent.

Uncle Zhong shook his head and said: "Miss, don't be afraid, the master has been waiting for you in the study, and your questions will be answered soon."

Hearing this, Du Ran took a deep breath and calmed down, covering his face with a towel to relieve his uneasiness.

(End of this chapter)