The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 441 I want to go home (7)
Fu Tianlang looked at her, turned off the phone and asked back: "Back to Rongjiang City, what are you going to do?"

He thought of her profession where it was impossible to find a job in the city.

Qiao Wan scratched his head: "I don't know..."

If she went back to eat the old man, would Qiao's mother slap her out with a broom?
Qiao Wan was disturbed by his gaze, and raised his head and said, "I can go back and help grandma look after the store..."

She's still useful...

After the words were over, the two of them fell silent again, Qiao Wan didn't say anything, just stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Until he said slowly: "Will you come back?"

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, looked down at the tip of his shoe, and said perfunctorily, "Come on, come and play with Abba and Amma when I have time..."

She said it with a guilty conscience, knowing that once she got on the plane, she would never have the courage to set foot in the city where he lived.

"Brother Lang..." She thought for a while, then coughed lightly and said, "Didn't you say before that you would not refuse my request? Then there is something..."

"Say." He said succinctly.

Qiao Guan looked up at him secretly, and said with a sigh of relief: "Well... I said if... if one day you get married and have children, can you not bring them to Rongjiang City for the sake of past love? Well, I know it's too much, but..."

But she really didn't want to see his family harmonious and happy.

Fu Tianlang didn't make a sound, but silently clenched his fists with his hands hanging by his sides. This sentence fully expressed her thoughts, maybe after leaving, she didn't plan to see him again.

Qiao Wan didn't know whether he agreed or not, so he opened his beautiful eyes and said to him, "Brother Lang, show me your hand."

Fu Tianlang slowly stretched out his hand and put the palm in front of her.

Qiao Guan dabbed some saliva on his fingers, closed his eyes, murmured some kind of mantra in his mouth, and quickly drew a spell on his palm the moment he opened his eyes.

He wrinkled his eyebrows heavily, as if he wasn't very happy that she was playing the country superstition again in front of him.

When you're done, Qiao Guan let go of his hand and said embarrassingly, "Don't be angry, I've done it right."

What she made just now is the soul chasing talisman of a ghost messenger. Once it gets her breath, ordinary ghosts will not cause trouble to provoke him. Moreover, this talisman has another advantage, it can sense the strength of his soul at any time. place.

If one day, he passed away early, she would also be able to sense it immediately. At that time, she would fulfill her original promise and send him off personally.

Thinking about it carefully, her heart felt sour. She never expected that the two of them would go through two lifetimes, but she would have to wait until the day of his death before she dared to see him for the last time as a ghost messenger and send him off for the last time. He and he both drank Mengpo soup, and from now on, they will be clean and clean again.

"One more thing..." Qiao Wan let go of her hand, and gently took off the wedding ring on her ring finger.

"This...you take it." She handed him the stone ring.

But he refused to answer, stared at her for a while, and said in a hoarse voice, "You don't want it?"

Qiao Wan nodded: "Well, it's just a stone, it's worthless, and...it doesn't make any sense for me to keep it."

It's just seeing things and thinking about others. She is afraid of pain, and even more afraid of heartache. Since she knows that every time she sees this stone, it will hurt for a long time, she might as well not see it...

The hand that passed it was sore, but Fu Tianlang still didn't accept it.

So she didn't wait for him to agree, she stuffed it into his palm, looked at the time, and sighed: "I'm leaving."

He slowly closed his five fingers, holding the stone ring in his palm, his black eyes fixed on her face.

"You... Take good care of yourself." Qiao Wan moved his mouth, wanting to say a few more words like an old lady, but then he thought of the relationship between the two now, his daily life, it seems that it has nothing to do with her...

In the future, there will be a woman more outstanding than her who will always be by his side, and he will be well taken care of, at least, better than her...

She sighed deeply, and took one last look at him, with a faint look in her eyes, no longer nostalgic.

Poor memory... In fact, it is also a good advantage. As long as she doesn't think about it, don't listen to it, don't read it, she will walk out of his world over time.

Fu Tianlang was on the spot, staring at her back as she dragged her luggage and left.

A burst of dizziness surged up suddenly, he had a splitting headache, he felt that his eyes went dark, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

ding ding ding-

It was the crisp sound of iron chains colliding.

The cold wind whizzed, the iron chains dragged the ground, and the souls of the dead crossed the bridge. Occasionally, accompanied by the screams of the souls descending into the frying pan, he found that he had come to a riverside with deep shadows.

Looking down, he saw a pair of shackles on his wrists, and the one who was holding him was a girl in a long robe with books. She seemed to be a little afraid of him, she was five steps away from him, and looked back at him from time to time, She said earnestly: "There are seven emotions and six desires in the world, love and hate are just in the blink of an eye, after crossing the bridge of Naihe, they will fade away and be forgotten."

Hearing this, he was displeased.

"Life is a matter of life, why are you so fierce... Let's go, I'll send you to reincarnation." Shocked by his anger, she murmured and tugged on his chain, and then walked slowly along the road. Walk along the river.

"You mortals, it's really annoying. What's wrong with forgetting? What's wrong with being a new person? Why do you have to be so stubborn?" , also from the initial vigilance, gradually became lax.

Sometimes he scratched his hair, sometimes touched his sleeves, walked around shaking his head, and finally even hummed a song.

"Naihe Bridge, the road is far away, one step and three miles are free and easy; Wangchuan River, a thousand-year-old house, no one knows the face..."

"Sir! What's the matter with you?"

After the dizziness passed, Fu Tianlang rubbed his forehead and stood up staggeringly, but then looked in the direction where Qiao Wan left. The woman who was within reach had already disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

The furthest distance in the world is not love or hate, but familiar people who gradually become strangers.

(End of this chapter)