The wrong birth of three lives and three worlds

It was raining crackling outside, Yang Yeming hurried out with an umbrella and propped it on the lotus in the pond in the yard. Suddenly, a burst of white smoke dispersed, and a young man in a blue gown climbed to the edge of the pond to look at him, his fair cheeks were glittering and translucent. The drops of water slid down and didn't get into the neckline. He pouted and said, "I'm not afraid of rain. Why are you out again? How can you be sick?"

Yang Yeming's hand holding the umbrella tightened slightly, "Forget...forget."

The boy stretched out his hand and pushed the umbrella towards him, patting the raindrops off his shoulders, "Go in quickly, you are not in good health, be careful that you have a cold and you need to take the medicine that will kill you, is your brother coming back soon? Go in quickly, Otherwise he'll be nagging again."

Seeing him nagging, Yang Yeming couldn't help smiling with the corners of his lips curled up, causing the people next to him to give him a blank look. He climbed up from the pond with a sigh, got up and made a gesture, and took off all the clothes on his body. After drying, he took his hand into the room, pushed him onto the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"Go to sleep."

Yang Yeming closed his eyes obediently, but after a while he secretly opened them and looked at him, "Yao Wang, you can go back when I fall asleep."

The boy covered his eyes with his hands, and there was a faint fragrance of lotus between his cuffs, "Understood, you go to sleep, and I will go back when you fall asleep."

Yang Yeming nodded with a smile, his long eyelashes brushed against the young man's palm, a little itchy.

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When Yang Yeming woke up, it was already time to light the lamp. His elder brother was cooking medicine for him. The room was filled with a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine. He lifted the quilt and got up, got out of bed and sat at the table. His elder brother looked up at him and asked with a frown. "When I came back today, there was a boy in the room. Who is he?"

The hand holding the chopsticks just stopped, "Did you see him?"

"Well, it's strange. He left when I entered the door. When I chased him out, he had disappeared. Is he your friend?"

"Well... a friend."

"You don't go out, when did you make friends? And bring them home?"

Yang Yeming lowered his head and didn't speak, his elder brother changed the subject with a laugh, "Today the doctor changed your prescription, I think you will recover soon."

Yang Yeming looked at his elder brother and said slowly, "I know my body."

The elder brother stiffened his back, "Don't say that kind of thing, if the doctor says yes, it will be fine."

"Sorry……"

"Don't say I'm sorry, it will be fine later, I stay at home, and you are responsible for making money to support me."

"……it is good……"

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Yao Wang was crawling on the edge of the pond basking in the moonlight, when he vaguely heard someone calling him, each sound was like crying, he slowly got up and listened, and suddenly he crawled out of the pond, dripping water dripping from his clothes, He didn't care, and ran into Yang Yeming's room anxiously.

Yang Yeming frowned, and there was a painful gnawing sound in his throat. The sweat on his body wet the bedding, and he stretched out his hand to grab something, but he couldn't reach it anyway. He could only watch him fall into the abyss in his dream. The red wedding dress on his body was like blood, "Yao Wang... Yao Wang..."

Yao Wang grabbed his hand, "I'm here, I'm here."

Yang Yeming didn't seem to hear it, and was still calling his name. Big teardrops slipped from the corners of his closed eyes and sank into the hair on his sideburns. His face was pale and he was short of breath. "Yao Wang... Yao Wang..."

Yao Wang was about to cry, but he wouldn't wake up no matter what you called him, so he had no choice but to break his hand, ran to the next door and knocked on his brother's door, "Wake up, wake up, hurry up Look at him, he's dying."

The door suddenly opened from the inside, and the person inside ignored Yao Wang, who was not fully dressed, and ran to the next room frowning. After a while, Yang Yeming's room was lit with warm candlelight, and he came out in a hurry. Light the lantern and go out to find the doctor.

The doctor came very quickly, and he calmed down after he went in and administered silver needles. He prescribed medicine for him and said, "He has a heart disease, so don't be overjoyed or sad." The elder brother nodded, and when he saw the doctor out, he saw The boy who came to call him was still standing at the door, stretching his neck and looking at the room with his feet up and down. He saw that they came out, grabbed their clothes and lowered their heads sideways. There was a wet ball of water under their bodies, and it was dark all the way to the pond. Water marks, and the white lotus in the pond has long since disappeared...

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Yao Wang looked at the old Taoist by the pond and asked him, "Are you here to take me in?"

The old Taoist nodded, "Yes."

"But I'm just a ghost in human form, not a monster, and I have never hurt anyone. Why don't you let me go?"

The old Taoist stroked the beard on his chin, "The mistake is that you shouldn't have any contact with humans."

"But I like him, and I never thought of hurting him."

The old Taoist looked at him for a long time, then suddenly said, "Do you know why he suffers from heart disease?"

Yao Wang shook his head, a little water splashed his face, just about to wipe it off with his hand, when the old Taoist said slowly, "Because he has no heart."

His hands were frozen by his face, and the old Taoist spoke slowly again.

"...If you want to cure him, only lotus heart can be used as medicine..."

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Yang Yeming hadn't seen Yao Wang for a long time. Recently, he was so weak that he couldn't even walk. He struggled to get up and sat at the end of the bed to look at the white lotus in the yard, but his elder brother came over and blocked his view, "I'm through!" Medicine, drink it while it's hot."

Yang Yeming nodded. When he took the bowl, the hot air in the bowl rushed over. His mouth and nose were filled with the fragrance of lotus. He stared blankly at his elder brother, "Is this... medicine?"

The elder brother scooped up the medicine and fed it to his mouth, he lowered his eyes and dared not look at him, "Yes, it is the best medicine, and it will get better after taking it."

Yang Yeming opened his mouth slightly, and the medicine in his mouth slowly slid into his chest. He seemed to have drank the strongest wine, which pierced his chest pain, and the tears in his eyes suddenly fell into the bowl "... so bitter ah……"

The elder brother trembled, "No, I tasted it, it's obviously sweet."

Tears fell down, he looked out through the open door, there was nothing in the empty pond, he murmured, "...but...it's really bitter..."

The author has something to say: The brain hole of this chapter comes from the ancient song [Lian Gongzi]