I have a husband in a woman-centered

After calling out a few times but hearing no response, Xiang Mingyue thought he had fallen asleep. She floated to the window again and looked inside. She saw that the old man was awake. He was sitting at the desk, looking at a scroll on the desk, smiling amiably.

Let’s just call him amiable!

Because that smile was something Xiang Mingyue could not understand.

Xiang Mingyue rushed into the house and said, "It's on fire, get out quickly."

The old man looked at Xiang Mingyue who floated in and said calmly: "I'm tired and don't want to bother anymore."

To the bright moon...

Hearing what he said, Xiang Mingyue suddenly remembered what she had said before, and realized that he was the one who set the fire.

Old man: "Let me show you something good."

The old man waved and asked Xiang Mingyue to come over.

To the bright moon...

Although she understood why the old man wanted to die, at his age, it seemed that life or death was not that important.

Xiang Mingyue came to the table, on which was a picture of a palace night banquet from an ancient dynasty.

This scroll is very old, and perhaps because it has not been well preserved, the figures on it are no longer clear.

There were many people of all kinds in the Night Banquet Painting, but there were three places that caught Xiang Mingyue's attention.

On one side were two men whose faces could not be seen clearly, but who were sitting with straight postures. On another side was a man sitting opposite the two men with an equally straight posture, who looked noble at first glance. And yet another was a man leading the dance in the center of the hall.

The characters on the screen all look weird.

Although Xiang Mingyue noticed these four people at once, his faces could not be seen clearly. It might be that the whole picture was too large, and the painter, in order to save trouble, only drew the outlines of the people without clearly drawing each person's demeanor and expression. It might also be that because it was too long ago, the colors had faded.

The painter of this picture may have failed to paint the characters' faces in great detail in order to reflect the enormity of The Night Banquet, so it is difficult to see clearly.

Xiang Mingyue: "What is this?"

Xiang Mingyue asked, but the old man did not answer. He still had a smile on his face, but his hand was touching the two men sitting together.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xiang Mingyue didn't continue to ask, but asked: "Are you really not leaving? Not everyone is like me, with a spirit body after death. You may have nothing after death."

The old man rolled up the painting and said, "I'd like to ask you to give this painting to the old man who came today."

Xiang Mingyue: "Then why don't you give it to him today?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "He didn't deserve to own this painting while I was alive."

To the bright moon...

"I can't touch the entity! Why don't you take it out yourself?"

The old man glanced at Xiang Mingyue and said, "It must be destined by heaven that we can meet in this way in this time and space. You can try it."

Xiang Mingyue's mind was full of doubts. If even the fact that she had a soul after death could happen, what else couldn't happen?

As she thought about it, she didn't think of what the old man said: "It must be destined by heaven that we can meet in this way in this time and space."

I reached out and actually touched the painting.

The old man said, "Get out! Although these are ordinary fires, it's not comfortable for you to stay here."

Xiang Mingyue pouted and said, "Why do you want to die? Isn't it good to be alive?"

The old man said, "What can you enjoy after your death for the contributions you made during your lifetime? I suffered from my obsession. Now I have let it go. It is time for dust to return to dust."