Article 902

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"Okay!! One more paragraph!!"

In the old land of Linyi, under the old locust tree, a storytelling is finished.

"Chu Xianzun is really a good person..." The old woman wiped away tears, "I don't know where he is now..."

"Mo Xianzun is really wronged... ah..."

Another half-year-old little girl smashed the candied haws in Ba Ba's hand, her eyes were black, and her face was full of tears. She sobbed, suddenly turned her head to her companion and said, "Wuwu, I don't like the story of Brother Nangong and Sister Ye."

Her companion froze: "Why?"

The girl wiped her tears and said, "They're all dead."

The boy muttered: "Ye Wangxi is not dead..."

The girl cried even more: "You don't understand, you boys are stupid, she must be more uncomfortable than dying, woo woo..."

The boy was a little at a loss because of her crying more and more fierce posture, scratched his head for a long time beside him, and then said: "Oh, don't cry, let's play house? I'm here to be Nangong Si, Come and be Ye Wangxi, we will make up the story by ourselves... Oh, don't cry anymore."

In order to make his little friend happy, the boy picked a leaf the size of a palm to cover half of the little girl's face.

"Then, take your hijab, and we're going to marry you~"

The little girl blinked and smiled.

It turns out that suffering can be rewritten in the child's eyes. Everything will gradually become easier, and their love-hate separation will gradually become a legend in the rivers and lakes.

With you and me, the ups and downs of life, the glory of life and death, the two or three tears of the spectators, the whole house applauded.

The little girl and the little hairy child are covering the leaves in a decent manner and worshipping the church.

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

"Second worship high hall-"

Under the old locust tree, there was a priest in black, with a beautiful face, with an old faded quiver on his waist, and there were no arrows in the quiver.

After the war is over, the world is peaceful.

In the quiver embroidered with colorful flowers, a puppy with golden claws curled up, gazing at the outside world.

The priest in black stood under the tree, watching the two little dolls play the house with a half-smile, suddenly remembered something, walked over, and handed the little girl a red handkerchief.

"Hey?" The girl was startled, "What is this? Who are you?"

The priest in black didn't answer, he just smiled and said, "How can anyone get married with a leaf, come here, this is for you."

The handkerchief is a bit old, soft and of good texture.

There is a word "Si" embroidered on the corner. It is an old thing from many years ago, and it is somewhat damaged. This is when Nangong Si took it out and wiped her tears when she was scared to cry in the illusion.

The little girl took the handkerchief and looked around, suddenly smiling like a flower.

She raised her head and said, "Thank you, sister."

"..."

The black-clothed Daoist was stunned for a moment, and then some stars and light flashed in his eyes.

After so many years, not too many people can recognize her as a daughter at a glance, not to mention there is a spell-changing spell that can never be solved.

This little guy is really poisonous to the eyes.

She smiled and shook her head, straightened up, and patted Nao Baijin's plush head in the quiver: "Let's go, what are you looking at?"

Nao Baijin: "Ooooooooo!"

The wind picked up, and the locust leaves rustled.

The storyteller was talking about excerpts, and he was talking about the battle of Jiaoshan, when Nangong Si threw himself into the blood pool to suppress the evil spirits, and everyone was crying.

She didn't cry anymore, she straightened her back and walked to the distant mountain alone, with the sweet and childish voices of the little girl and the little boy behind her.

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

She just happened to step out of the shade of the locust tree at this time, and the dazzling sunlight came in. For some reason, she smiled and bent her eyes, and her heart was full of joy and sweetness.

Childhood was really the best years of her life, she thought, it was so easy for eachother to kneel and kowtow three times.

After walking for a while, the little guy suddenly shouted the footsteps: "Big sister! Your handkerchief!"

She didn't look back, she waved her hand in relief, looking like a hero.

Nao Baijin opened a pair of round eyes and looked at her blankly, as if asking her: "That's what Si left behind, don't you want it?"

She laughed, her eyes very gentle: "No."

As she said that, she turned to look at Zhen Zhen's expansive grassland, where everything was born, and then she was not surprised to see Nangong Si's figure standing beside her, still with unruly eyebrows.

Some arrogant, some calm.

"I know you're there," she said.

Nangong Si's phantom also frowned, as if blaming him.

"Don't be angry," she said softly. "They're going to church and they're missing a hijab."

"..."

"So I gave them your handkerchief."

Nangong Si still looked unhappy.

"A handkerchief for a good marriage, just smile."

The sun was shining brightly, and Nangong Si unhappily squeezed out a smiling face, but it was uglier than a grimace.

She also laughed, her eyelashes drooping, and when she raised her eyes again, Nangong Si's shadow had disappeared. But she knew he would come back.

That's not a ghost nor

is an illusion.

He is in her heart, so she can always see him.

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