Lord ghost please let me go

The simple five words extinguished Mo Ju's restlessness like clear spring water, he raised his head slightly, and met Liu Yi's soft eyes.

It was the first time that Mo Ju saw the corners of Liu Yi's lips curved, as if the years of ice had melted away, and it was rare to be tinged with warmth.

But the main reason for this gentleness is because of the painter.

Liu Yi and that Mo Qing'an must be very in love...

Mo Ju felt his throat was a little dry.

He lowered his eyelashes, trying to hide the bitterness in his eyes.

After all, Mo Ju still had the task of procrastinating, so he quickly put away other emotions, raised his head and said with a smile: "Since your lord has prepared wine, why don't we go home if we are not drunk?"

Liu Yi has also returned to his indifferent appearance.He could see that Mo Ju was unhappy, although he didn't know the reason, but he was happy to accompany him, and nodded his head in agreement.

The wine on the table is Lihuabai brewed in Liu Yi's spare time, and he is reluctant to drink it himself on weekdays.

Mo Ju didn't know this, smiled lightly, and took the lead in picking up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

The rum hurts in the throat.

In previous years, Mo Ju would secretly exchange his wine for tea at this time, but this year he did not want to do so.

It is said that it is more sorrowful to drink away your sorrows, but in the end it is better than having no way to dispel your sorrows.

In order to avoid slipping into words after drinking and saying something that shouldn't be said, he originally planned to drink just one drink.But he never expected that his drinking capacity would be so bad that he could pour a glass.

Liu Yi watched helplessly as someone who was obediently acting like someone just a moment ago, became drunk like an alcoholic after drinking a cup.

"Master Ghost..." Mo Ju leaned on the table with both hands folded, and looked at Liu Yi with a silly smile, "Why do you think you were born so good-looking?"

When Mo Ju was drunk, how blunt and straightforward he was when he spoke, which was completely different from his usual reservedness.

Liu Yi thought that Mo Ju would substitute tea for wine as in previous years, but was caught off guard when he saw him pass out drunk, and was stunned for a while.

"Hey, Master Ghost Messenger," Mo Ju's head tilted slightly, like a curious kitten, "In your heart, what is my status... Hiccup?"

Liu Yi was a little helpless, did not answer Mo Ju's question, got up and walked to his side, intending to help him up.

"You're drunk, go to bed and have a rest."

Mo Ju waved Liu Yi's hand away, stood up from the chair, looked up at Liu Yi, and said angrily, "I'm not drunk! You're drunk!"

If he didn't say this sentence into the air, it would be quite believable.

"Okay, you're not drunk, I'm drunk." Liu Yi also leaned on him, stretched out his arms and hugged him vaguely, for fear that he would accidentally fall when he stood up abruptly, "Go to bed for a while?"

Saying that, Liu Yi held Mo Ju's hand, ready to take him to the bedside.

Mo Ju quietly let him lead him, but he still stood there without moving. Looking at Liu Yi's black figure again, his eyes were stained with confusion, like a child who lost his way, struggling to see the way forward bright.

As soon as Liu Yi turned his head and saw his appearance, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, couldn't help softening his tone, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Ju, who was angry and sad and confused for a while, didn't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't help feeling wronged when he heard Liu Yi's gentle tone.

"Liu Yi," Mo Ju called Liu Yi by his name for the second time, "What do you think I am? You obviously have someone you love, and even died because of him, but why do you ...What more, why do you want to be so nice to me?"

Obviously, as a ghost messenger, he couldn't leave the underworld, but he wanted to go to the human world to find him.

A person who is obviously so cold by nature, but said so softly "It's okay, I'm here".

He clearly knew that he would not come again this year, but he still prepared the wine as usual.

What the hell is this...?

Excessive hope often drags people into an even more endless abyss.

"You obviously have Mo Qing'an..." Mo Ju murmured in a low voice, with indescribable loneliness in his voice.

It wasn't until now that Liu Yi finally knew what Mo Ju had been feeling sad since seeing him in the human world, and he didn't know what kind of mood and answer he should make for a moment.

Seeing that Liu Yi didn't answer, Mo Ju thought he was expressing his attitude silently.

He laughed at himself, and murmured: "Sure enough... I'm just pretending to be sentimental."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but was suddenly pulled into an embrace.

"Stupid, you are my little Qing'an."

-

The next day, Mo Ju woke up with a headache.

"hiss……"

He sat up on the bed with one hand, and rubbed his painful temple with the other, recalling what he did yesterday.

It seems that he gave the scroll to Liu Yi, and then drank a glass of wine... What happened after drinking?

Can't remember... I hope I didn't slip up.

"Mojuer, you are awake!"

Wen Tang, dressed in blue, pushed the door open, holding a bowl of something unknown in his hand.

"Wen Tang?" Mo Ju tilted his head slightly, as if wondering why Wen Tang was here - when he woke up, he found that he was still in Liu Yi's cabin.

Wen Tang saw his doubts and said with a smile: "The ghost messenger is on a business trip, and he asked me to come and see you. Here, sober up."

Mo Ju thanked him, took the porcelain bowl and drank it in small sips.

Wen Tang walked to the table and sat down, resting his chin on one hand, and asked as if suddenly remembering something: "Mo Juer, has your memory recovered a bit?"

"Huh?" Mo Ju took the last sip, put down the bowl, and shook his head, "No."

Wen Tang showed doubts on his face, and asked again: "Then what do you take back to the world? Every ghost can only take one thing that he touched before his death every three years. Your memory has not recovered, so what can you bring back?"

Mo Ju was startled when he heard the words, as if he couldn't believe it. "You said... you can only take things that you have touched before you were alive?"

Seeing Mo Ju's reaction, Wen Tang understood, and said dumbfoundingly, "No, Mo Juer, you don't know?"

But Mo Ju could no longer hear what Wen Tang was saying.

That painting scroll has indeed been brought back by him, so does this mean that he touched this painting before his death?Does it mean that before his death... he was also from the Mo family?

Recalling that the old lady and Liu Wan mistook him for Mo Qing'an at first, Mo Ju had some guesses in his heart.

Maybe he...was Mo Qingan's brother before his death?

or……

Mo Ju didn't dare to think about the last guess, but such a random guess was not worth it after all, so he immediately threw off the quilt and hurried out of the house.

"Hey Moju, where are you going?"

Wen Tang was frightened by his sudden movement, and asked a quick question.

"I'll go to Naiheju to find Mrs. Meng!" Mo Ju replied without turning his head, and ran quickly.

If you want to know what the truth is, the most straightforward way is to restore your memory.Although there is no antidote to Meng Po Decoction, maybe Mrs. Meng Po has other ways?

Holding on to this chance, Mo Ju became more and more anxious.

After the Hungry Ghost Festival, the underworld became deserted again.There were only a few lanterns emitting a dim yellow light hanging beside the dark road, making the surroundings even more gloomy.

The road to Naiheju was not easy, Moju fell back and forth no less than five times, and his wide-sleeved orange clothes were stained with mud, making him even more embarrassed.

But he didn't seem to be afraid of the pain. When he fell, he got up and continued, and fell again.

Now he is eager to find out what kind of relationship he had with Liu Yi before his death.

Naiheju is far away from the gate of hell, and when Moju finally saw the stone tablet engraved with the word "Naihe", he was already out of breath.

With one hand supporting the stele, he took a few breaths before raising his head and looking around.

And when he raised his head, he was amazed.

A large expanse of bright red Bana flowers swayed in the breeze, and everything they could see was covered in bewitching blood red.

Although he woke up in Naiheju, but at that time he didn't pay attention to the scenery of Naihe at all.

At this moment, all the anxiety and pain in his body dissipated.

It is said that the sea of ​​flowers on the other side of Naihe can make ghosts feel refreshed, and Mo Ju truly understood it.

He let out a breath of turbid air, and walked along the path beside Huahai to Naiheju.

Naihe Residence is located in the deepest part of Naihe. If you want to get there, you have to go through the Flower Sea on the Other Bank, Wangchuan River and Naihe Bridge, and the journey will take about a quarter of an hour.

It's just that when Mo Ju just walked to the Wangchuan River, he saw a purple figure.

"Master Meng." Mo Ju called softly.

Meng Po, that is, Mu Qingshao turned around when she heard the words, and the string of bells on her wrist made crisp sounds with her movements, which was more obvious in this quiet Naihe.

Mu Qingshao herself was also a beautiful woman, dressed in a gorgeous purple wide-sleeved gown, with a sandalwood tree in her right hand, and a dim blue lamp on it.There is a purple sachet embroidered with mandarin ducks around her waist, and she can smell the elegant fragrance without getting close.

Almost everyone who saw Mu Qingshao for the first time thought she was a gentle woman, but as soon as she opened her mouth, all her images would be destroyed.

"Oh, my lovely little Moju, long time no see!"

Speaking of which, Mu Qingshao wanted to rush over and hug Mo Ju.

Mo Ju, who had expected this earlier, said before she moved, "My lord, be careful with the lights!"

Mu Qingshao's footsteps faltered, and she looked up nervously at the precarious blue lamp on the sandalwood, and was finally relieved to see that it was fine.

It was precisely because of Mu Qingshao's joyful temper that King Qin Guang couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply threw her a blue lantern and warned her that if she broke it, the consequences would be serious.

After that, Mu Qingshao became a little more peaceful.

She coughed lightly, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter with me, little Moju?"

Mo Ju said seriously: "Master Meng, may I still get my memory back?"

Mu Qingshao was taken aback when she heard the words, and said, "Why do you want to find memories all of a sudden?"

"Because I have something very important to confirm." Mo Ju lowered his eyelashes, and his voice was very soft, but it was still very clear in this situation.

"That's it," Mu Qingshao understood the reason, and replied with a smile, "If you really want to get it back, you can, as long as——"

She paused here on purpose.Mo Ju looked at her expectantly, and then he pursed his lips and said the second half of the sentence.

"Go and confess to the person you like."