15 years in business

"I want to protect you."

It has been a long time since Ninagawa heard this sentence from others, and the last time he heard this sentence, it seemed that Li Yu said it to him.

Li Yu missed the appointment, and Ninagawa was heartbroken. He just mentioned it casually that day. At least in the past three years, Ninagawa never thought of meeting Li Yu, nor did he take his daughter's joke seriously.

No one would have thought that the arrival of a person would give Natsue Ninagawa a chance to fulfill her promise.

Shentiaomen has withered for many years.

Fortune-telling is no better than other crafts. If there is no talent, no matter how hard you work the day after tomorrow, it will be useless. There are not many people who have opened their eyes, and even fewer people can receive advice from experts. Most of them gradually lose their aura as they grow older. There are only a handful of people who are still living in the Jianghu. When everyone meets occasionally, when they look back on the past, they will all mention one person—Feng Yilan.

Feng Yilan has lived in seclusion overseas for a long time. Before she left, she swore a poisonous oath that she would never set foot in her homeland again. For many years, there was no news from her. The most prominent branch of the Shentiao Sect was cut off just like that.

When Lu Zhan contacted Feng Yilan, his heart was beating. After all, this person's temper was not good, and he didn't bother to move after a long time of idle clouds and wild cranes. If she was to fly thousands of miles from England to Japan, it was entirely possible to refuse her outright.

However, Feng Yilan agreed, and she agreed very simply.

Lu Zhan, who has been in the world of mortals for several years, finally saw her again.

Feng Yilan was completely blind. She took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes behind the lenses. Lu Zhan sat opposite her, but she couldn't see her reflection in her eyes.

Feng Yilan sat for a while, then suddenly asked with a smile: "Is there anyone else upstairs?"

Ninagawa took Xiazhi to take a nap on the second floor.

Xue Xing was startled: "How do you know?"

Feng Yilan ignored him, and said like a cannonball: "The dead are dead, and you should not meet strangers again. This is no exception. I will let you fall into a dream now, and I will leave before I wake up. Don't come to me again. .”

After she finished speaking, she moved her right hand.

"Wait!" Lu Zhan said

Her hands didn't move: "Is there anything else?"

Lu Zhan: "It's been a bad year recently, I want to go out to relax, can Aunt Lan point me in the right direction?"

After thinking about it for a while, Feng Yilan said: "You didn't ask for yourself, did you?"

Ningagawa has been ill for three years, and after treatment for so long, she hasn't recovered. Lu Zhan thought about it, and realized that scientific methods are no longer effective, so why not try supernatural ones. Anyway, Feng Yilan is so effective, even if it doesn't work, it's not a loss.

Feng Yilan smiled, and she pointed to the upstairs: "I won't talk too profound with you, the East, the East is better."

Isn't Japan enough?Lu Zhan's head was full of black question marks, but Feng Yilan didn't give him a chance to ask further questions.

Her right hand moved.

The flowers on the balcony are blooming brightly, the vines are twisted and twisted around the light blue railing, and the leaves are still covered with fresh dew. The background is the conversation of foreign men and women and the barking of dogs.

Lu Zhan had been here before, he reached out to touch the white wall beside him, and pressed it down with a little force, and five shallow finger prints immediately appeared on it.

There was a bulky sofa in the corner of the room. Lu Zhan took Xue Xing's hand and said, "Come in with me."

Two women were sitting on the sofa, one sitting and one lying down, the one who was sitting was desperately trying to get closer to the one who was lying down.

Xue Hong and Wei Qinghuan shared the same bottle of black nail polish. After she painted her right hand, she put it to her mouth and dried it, and sighed enviously: "Oh, sister, why are the things you use so good? You are so lucky." .”

Wei Qinghuan smiled shallowly, while perfunctory Xue Hong, while scanning the balcony with his corner of the eye.

She found that Lu Zhan was holding a man, and her smile became ambiguous: "I knew it."

"Know what?" Lu Zhan was a little dull.

After Wei Qinghuan painted the last nail, he looked at his work with satisfaction: "I knew you would find a man."

Xue Hong hadn't figured out the situation yet, so she timidly asked in a low voice, "Sister? What's going on?"

"Isn't it obvious? Your son and my son are a couple." Wei Qinghuan cast a soft and charming look at Xue Xing, "Isn't it? Young man?"

Wei Qinghuan was only 26 years old when she died. Calling her aunt was too old, and calling her sister was abrupt. Xue Xing hesitated for a long time before making up his mind on what to call her, so he decided to go all out: "Hello, Mom, my name is Xue Xing, and it's the first time we meet. , please give me your advice.”

Xue Hong was not happy when she heard it: "Bastard, your mother is here! What are you talking about?"

Wei Qinghuan gave her a serious look.

Seeing this, Xue Hong quickly put on a smile all over her face, and echoed one after another: "This mother is rich, much better than me! You should call her that, you should..."

Xue Xing is very similar to Xue Hong, the woman has such sharp facial features, wearing cheap makeup, her face is gaudy and ostentatious, she looks shrewd and philistine.

Lu Zhan had an intuition that Xue Hong was not easy to mess with, and he was not as bold as Xue Xing, so he called out honestly, "Hello, Auntie."

Wei Qinghuan became annoyed when he saw his unconcerned look, and complained to Xue Hong: "My son...he really doesn't look like me at all."

"It's good for a boy to be steady, unlike my family, who is quick-tempered and easily offends others. I'm still worried." Xue Hong smoothed things over with a smile.

"That crazy woman sent you here?" Wei Qinghuan lazily turned over and lay on her side on the sofa, the fiery red skirt gently brushing her ankles.

Lu Zhan nodded: "Yes."

"Are her eyes all right?"

"It's out of sight."

Wei Qinghuan knew this earlier, but still muttered with a lonely expression: "Crazy, she's crazy..."

Lu Zhan let go of Xue Xing's hand: "Mom."

Wei Qinghuan silenced, and asked impatiently: "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhan deeply felt that he might as well give it away with phone bills. He has been unbalanced for many years about the attitude of other mothers towards their children and his own. Taking this opportunity, he finally expressed all his dissatisfaction in one breath. : "I finally saw you once, so you have nothing to say to me? Even if not, at least can you look at me? For so many years, I have never dreamed of you, Mom, I really want to Yours, really."

"Oh?" Wei Qinghuan played with his nails nonchalantly, "I want to tell you...that's true."

"What is it?" Lu Zhan's eyes flickered with anticipation.

Wei Qinghuan stopped playing with nails: "Lu Yiwei, how old are you? Are you 23 years old? Isn't it enough to be a giant baby?"

"As timid as a mouse, I don't know what to do, I'm cowardly to death, I'm a waste of people's sincerity, once I get dumped, move me out to win sympathy, cry and talk about me all day long, Lu Yiwei, I beg you, I'm already a dead man Now, the dead are the greatest, let me go to the ground to rest in peace, okay?"

The more Wei Qinghuan talked, the more excited he became, and he simply sat up from the sofa. Lu Zhan felt a cold hand grabbing his ear, and twisted it twice.

"It's been three years, and I've been watching from below. You and he are tossing and tossing, sticky, wanting to refuse and welcome, 36 tricks are used over and over again, but you refuse to say that you like it! The routine is terribly old, and the plot is so procrastinated Worse, worse than the worst idol drama I've ever acted in! Phew... No, I really can't stand it anymore, the guy owed you in his previous life? Promise him to give him an explanation and kill you?"

She pushed Lu Zhan into Xue Xing's arms, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed, nose to nose.

Wei Qinghuan pressed the back of Lu Zhan's head: "Give me a kiss!"

Xue Xing in Lu Zhan's eyes suddenly enlarged, and his lips touched something warm and soft.

This time Xue Xing finally did not disappoint. He hugged Lu Zhan's waist and kissed him deeply without hesitation.

The nail polish bottle suddenly fell down and rolled onto the carpet, leaving a deep black mark. Xue Hong bent down to pick it up in distress, but Wei Qinghuan didn't even look at it, and waved his hand grandly: "Sister, don't clean up now!" , I have a lot more in there.”

She sat next to Xue Hong, and the two women squeezed together affectionately like best friends.

Wei Qinghuan took Xue Hong's arm, pointed at Lu Zhan and Xue Xing who were kissing and kissing: "Can you finally rest assured?"

Xue Hong's eyes turned red when she looked at it, and the dark blue eyeliner tattooed on the inside of her eyelids was soaked with tears: "When I died, my son was not as high as the hospital bed, so I was really worried... Fortunately, he has grown up safely, and seeing him safe, I have nothing to worry about."

After the kiss, Xue Xing lifted Lu Zhan's face and confessed solemnly: "I really like you."

"Actually... I can't live without you." Lu Zhan blushed with shame.

Xue Xing kissed Lu Zhan's flushed face, and the more he looked at it, the happier he was, he put his arms around his neck, and hugged him into his arms: "Then, be my boyfriend?"

Lu Zhan finally nodded: "Okay, I'll be your boyfriend."

Before Xue Xing could express anything, Wei Qinghuan jumped up like a little girl, clapped and cheered vigorously: "It's over! It's finally over! Great! I finally don't have to watch hot-eyed idol dramas anymore! "

Xue Xingguai asked Lu Zhan embarrassedly: "Are your eyes really that hot? Do you think I'm stupid too?"

Lu Zhan stood on tiptoe and looked at Xue Xing: "Don't pay attention to her."

"I like you very much, you are not stupid at all."

As soon as the voice fell, it was another long and sweet kiss.

Wei Qing laughed happily, feeling that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the bright red on the skirt was fading like the tide.

Lu Zhan also had the same feeling. He pushed Xue Xing away and looked at Wei Qinghuan suspiciously.

There is not much time left for them.Wei Qinghuan tightly held Xue Hong, who was unconscious, and their dresses turned into fly ash bit by bit from bottom to top.

Lu Zhan shouted nervously: "Don't! Don't go!"

The red dress turned into a white dress, and Wei Qinghuan's body began to slowly weather like sand. There were tears in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth lifted happily.

"Remember, don't be afraid of pain.", she said, "Love hard while you are still breathing."

Lu Zhan and Xue Xing felt dizzy at the same time, and their bodies suddenly lost weight. They watched the dead man leave, and when they reached out to touch, they only touched a handful of rough paper ashes.

After returning to Yangjian, Lu Zhan couldn't wait to open his eyes, and an empty chair came into view, and Feng Yilan had disappeared.

Not only Feng Yilan, but even the cup of tea in front of her disappeared. Lu Zhan searched everywhere for traces of someone who had been there before, but in the end found nothing.

He looked away in disappointment, unable to tell whether the situation just now was reality or a dream.

"Hello, Lu Zhan."

Xue Xing picked up a pornographic post from the chair: "What do you think this is?"

"Huh? Let me see."

There are a few lines of poetry written on the yellow post, the ink is still wet:

Peach time and apricot days do not compete for thick, and the leaf tent begins to turn red when it is overcast.

Xiaoyan is far away from the golden palm dew, and the evening fragrance deeply provokes the jade hall.

Thousands of years after the name was transferred to Landu, Guishan became drunk with singing and dancing.

Like a dream, like a fairy, it suddenly falls, where is the green screen empty in the sunset.

Signed: Feng Yilan