The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 232 At least she is willing to cry for me (2)
"It didn't hurt any muscles or bones." He breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately let go of her after speaking, his face was serious, and there was no evil thought in his eyes.

Qiao Wan opened her eyes wide and quickly put her feet back.

Shui Lingling's eyes rolled around, and seeing his serious face, her cheeks were a little red, and she put on her shoes silently, feeling very annoyed in her heart.

She was the only one thinking about it together, but she didn't react at all.

"I made braised pork ribs, eat it quickly." She deliberately changed the subject, as if the person's warm body temperature was still lingering on the soles of her thick cotton boots.

Fu Tianlang sat down beside her, and took the food box calmly, but his palms were itchy slightly. If it wasn't for fear of scaring her, he would actually want to hold it again, or rub it, that extremely delicate place...

The rain in April gradually became abundant, and the weather did not warm up. The soft drizzle was blown by the strong wind, and suddenly drifted far away.

Qiao Guan came to deliver food to Fu Tianlang again with a food box, and paused when he passed the flower garden.

The pattering rain continued to wet the entire sky, and there was a piece of white and pink crabapple flowers.

Qiao Guan looked over from a distance, and in a sea of ​​flowers, stood a transparent soul body. He stood quietly in the same place, not dodging or avoiding, letting the rain and dew penetrate his body.

Qiao Wan held the food box without moving, counting, since he discovered his soul, more than half a month has passed, since this half month, every time Qiao Wan passed by, he could see him staring at the window sill in the distance.

Yinhun has a time limit for reincarnation, and if he misses the time, he will have to wait another hundred years, and he has stood in the sun without shyness for half a month, and his soul body seems to be getting weaker and weaker...

Qiao Wan originally wanted to walk over him quickly, but after walking a few steps, he couldn't hold back and turned back.

Standing beside him with an umbrella, she followed his line of sight to find Chu Xinmeng's boudoir.

"Since I miss her, why are you so far away from her?"

He is not an earth-bound spirit. After death, he is at most an ordinary ghost, and ghosts are not restricted by regions, so she doesn't quite understand why he didn't follow his sweetheart in the last time since he was emotional.

Feng Haide turned his face expressionlessly, and shook his head: "She has just recovered, and I can't increase her burden."

After all, humans and ghosts have different paths, and yin and yang are incompatible.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, then sighed in silence for a moment: "You are so kind to her."

Speaking of Chu Xinmeng, Feng Haide's originally expressionless face seemed to soften a lot, as if he had suddenly found someone to confide in, he raised his hand and gestured to Qiao Wan: "We grew up together, you may not believe it, the first time we met When she was so old..."

He compared his knees: "Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, she has grown into a slim and tall girl."

Qiao Wan simply squatted down and listened to him speak slowly.

"You don't know, Miss was a crybaby when she was young, so there are so many servants, and only Uncle Jiu and I can make her laugh..."

Qiao Wan raised her eyebrows: "Since you like her, why didn't you tell her?"

The smile on Feng Haide's face gradually faded, and in exchange for helplessness: "What is my identity, I am just a child picked up by Uncle Jiu in a slum, how can I be worthy of Miss? I have never After thinking about this, as long as she is happy, I will be happy, no matter who she likes or who she will marry in the future, her life is my life."

Qiao Wan's nose was slightly sour, and she suddenly looked at the man in front of her face: "She doesn't know that you have... If she knows, she will be very sad."

Feng Heide shook his head: "Don't tell her, just let her think I'm gone."

Because he doesn't want her to be sad, no matter whether she will be sad because of him or not, in short, he doesn't want to.

Qiao Wan rubbed his nose, and gently brushed his fingertips in front of the tender white crabapple flowers: "If you don't leave, you will miss the hour."

She said, and left another sentence silently: If you don't leave, you may lose your soul.

Feng Heide raised his head: "Let me watch it for a few more days."

He originally wanted to watch Miss's growth, life, and happiness for the rest of his life, but unfortunately...he didn't see enough.

After a long silence, Qiao Guan stood up slowly, holding an umbrella and walking away.

Fu Tianlang stood not far away, when he saw her, he stroked her hair lightly: "Who are you talking to?"

Qiao Wan raised his face, looked back at the lonely figure, and shook his head: "No."

A few nights later, the continuous drizzle finally stopped, but the sky was still dark with no light.

Qiao Guan appeared in the Chu family's villa again in a white robe. She walked slowly to the flower garden, but felt that the surroundings were bleak and cold, and she got into the bones, making people shiver.

"Let's go." She glanced at Feng Heide in the bushes, his soul was so faint that it was almost invisible.

He ignored her, bowed his head and carefully selected the begonias in front of him, picking one by one, as if he was looking for the best one, the most beautiful one...

Time passed slowly, Qiao Wan was not in a hurry to take the man away, and quietly watched him choose.

Until he finally picked out a slightly satisfactory one, but he no longer had the strength to pick it.

At this time, a small hand stretched out in front of him, and the girl dressed as a scholar picked the flowers for him.

"Thank you." His voice was weak, as if he had reached his limit.

Qiao Guan didn't say a word, and looked up at the leader to see him floating on the window sill, and then looked at him piously, carefully placing the white crabapple with a tinge of red on the window sill.

It just so happened that Chu Xinmeng opened the window and was about to get some air, when he caught a glimpse of a begonia floating in from the corner of his eye.

She froze for a moment, and took it with both hands. While touching the air around her, she seemed to be able to feel the other person's slight trembling.

"Hyde?" The girl's crisp voice was soft and pleasant.

Feng Haide's soul trembled slightly in the air, and when she looked back, she realized that what she was looking at was only the white flower in her hand.

Chu Xinmeng stared at that place for a long time, then suddenly shook her head and smiled wryly: "What a beautiful flower, you must have been brought by the wind, but why are you blown here every night?"

She smiled with a peaceful face, and the moment she saw the flower, a scene from her childhood suddenly appeared in her mind.

That was the first time she met Feng Haide, she couldn't remember why she was crying, she sat in the flower garden, not even listening to her father's words, until she passed a crabapple in front of her, and she could see through a few tender and fresh flowers. The petals met Feng Heide's slightly childish face.

Every year in the future, as long as she is a little sad and crying, he will always silently send her a flower, sometimes it is a narcissus, sometimes it is a daisy, but she actually likes the original flower with white flowers Begonia with a little light pink.

"Hyde, where are you, why didn't you contact me?" She thought for a long time, tears welled up in the corner of her eyes.

Seeing this, Feng Heide instinctively reached out to wipe it off, but an arm passed through her body abruptly.

His whole body was stiff, and in her murmur of "Hyde, I miss you", his soul seemed to tremble even more.

After that, Qiao Wan brought him back to the underworld at the moment when his soul was about to disperse.

When he walked past the Wangxiang Terrace, he said quietly: "My life is worth it, at least she puts me in her heart, at least she is willing to cry for me."

Qiao Wan remained silent, watching him fall headlong into the Wangchuan River, just for a quick glimpse in thousands of years, her mood was suddenly complicated and unspeakable.

The more she likes it, the more painful it will be in the future, the deeper she sinks, the more painful it will be when she pulls out. She was originally afraid of suffering and pain, but now she is plunged into it, and the future is doomed to suffering and pain...

(End of this chapter)