In the south of the Yangtze River in autumn, the night is as cool as water. The strange atmosphere in the room made the air even colder, Jiang Nanjun couldn't help but shiver, and leaned towards the charcoal basin.

He was thinking about the sentence "Look at the flowers and not the flowers and see the fog and not the fog", and before he could answer, he heard a sound of light and slow footsteps, coming from far and near. He was startled for a moment, and then listened carefully, and his face suddenly became grayer than that of a dead man.

It turned out that he could tell that the footsteps were not coming from outside the door, but from the small room. He was afraid that he had misheard, so he didn't care about the cold, so he ran to the door and pulled it open, looking at the cloister, which was empty.

was in shock, and someone was already calling behind him, "Brother......"

"Brother?"

His hand rested on the door as if it had been nailed, and his face stiffened. When this voice no longer came from the air, it seemed so familiar, as if it had been echoing in his dreams for a hundred years, but it was only a dream, and it was difficult to see its people. But now, it really sounded behind him, and in a trance, he couldn't tell where he was.

He turned around and looked at the person in disbelief, a petite and delicate woman with willow eyebrows, dressed in a pink Luo shirt, combed a double snail bun, and her face was like a shy peach blossom, leaning over and saying a blessing to him.

"Huanshu—"

He shouted in surprise and wanted to run to her, but he couldn't move, so he could only lean limply against the door, letting the bean-sized tears slide down his cheeks one by one.

The woman lowered her head and said gloomily: "There is no Huanshu, my name is Yunqing." ”

Jiang Nanjun finally regained his strength, walked in front of her, opened his hazy teary eyes, looked her up and down, shook his head again and again, and said: "No, you are Huanshu, you are my sister Huanshu! For a hundred years, I have never forgotten your sixteen-year-old appearance, I am looking for you every day! How many people persuade me to give up, saying that you are dead, they all say that they can't move me, I believe that you are still alive, I can feel your existence, it turns out that I am right, I am really right!"

He was full of excitement and wanted to hug his sister, but he threw his arms out, and grabbed the air, and when he looked back, she was still standing in place, and he was stunned again.

Yun Qing smiled desolate and said: "I still call you brother, because no matter what I become, I will never forget your love for me before I was sixteen years old, there is no doubt that Jiangnan Zimo is the person who loves Huanshu the most in the world." But your sister died during the Immortal Demon Banquet a hundred years ago, and I am now a female ghost Yunqing. ”

Another thunderbolt exploded overhead, and Jiang Nanjun grabbed the corner of the table so that he didn't fall.

He remembered that the strange eye had told him that Huanshu was already a ghost, but when her ghost really appeared in front of him, he still couldn't accept this fact.

"No way! My sister is not dead, don't you happen to be standing in front of me now?" Huanshu, do you remember the poem that your brother wrote for you?" he asked softly, for fear that if he was loud, he would scare her memories away.

Yun Qing nodded and chanted softly: "The small bridge flows with nine bends, and a touch of vermilion looks at Pingchuan." Play willows, wash Luo shirts, and return the clothes in the light boat. Laughing and shaking the purple hairpin slowly ascending the steps, the moon shadow is like a shuttle fluttering fireflies. My little sister, don't be greedy for fun, the Ming Dynasty will shake the lotus boat again. ”

Jiang Nanjun smiled in tears and said happily: "Since you can memorize word for word, it means that you remember everything, how can you not be Huanshu?"

Yun Qing said: "Because I am dead, Huanshu is just my past life, and now I am just a ghost who has not been reincarnated." ”

"No, Huanshu, sister, whether you are a human or a ghost, you are still walking around in this world, this is enough for me!"

Jiang Nanjun clutched his heart and shouted like crazy. Immediately after, he remembered something again, and anger flashed in his eyes, "But you have to sue Brother Sù, who killed you? I will avenge you!"

Yun Qing said indifferently: "No one killed me, I committed suicide." ”

The words "suicide?", like inserting a sharp knife into Jiang Nanjun's heart, also cut his expression.

"You...... A sixteen-year-old girl in the prime of her cardamom years, a good life has just begun, would you choose to kill yourself and die?" he didn't believe it, his body shook like a branch blown by a strong wind.

Yun Qing pointed to the "Secret Chronicles of Divine Martial Arts" on the table, and said expressionlessly: "I committed suicide all for it." (To be continued.) )