Sao Ke is a spectator

Granny Meng seemed to be drunk. All the way back, I saw her smile foolishly, and occasionally whispered a word or two. I looked at Yan Jun beside me and asked him: "Is she always like this?"

Yang Zhuo nodded.

I let out a long sigh.

Today happened to be the day I made an appointment with him to see Mu Ning, he didn't mention me or ask, he just walked there tacitly.It wasn't until the goose-yellow figure of Granny Meng lifted the curtain and entered my house that I was a little hesitant. I wasn't half sure that I could play well the Yu Ping I had learned from other people.

When we walked to Mu Ning's concierge, Yang Zhuo was about to knock on the door. I hurriedly grabbed him and asked a little hastily: "What should I do in a while, what if she finds out if I show my feet? what to do?"

The hand that knocked on the door knocked down regardless of the stop, and he said indifferently: "Play by ear."

Now I panic even more.

It was an old woman who came to open the door, just like the one in Granny Meng's room, with white hair but a particularly hale and hearty expression.She raised the curtain, and called out respectfully: "Master Ming."

At this time, a clear and clear daughter's voice came from inside the house: "Is the eldest brother here?"

I followed behind Yang Zhuo, hiding my whole body behind his wide deep coat, and when I arrived in the house, I only dared to look at the woman in the house through his shoulder as if I were shameless.

At this time, she was quietly embroidering the female worker, and only saw the flickering of the long eyelashes on her slightly drooping face.

Mu Ning stopped the work in her hands, and then raised her face. Seeing her face that was almost similar to Yang Zhuo, I couldn't help but sigh the wonder of blood relationship. Empress Wa's ingenious human-making skills were destroyed.

"Oh... Brother, you brought guests?"

Knowing that she was talking about me, the half of her head that was protruding out was retracted again. Just when I thought I was hiding well enough, Yang Zhuo sat down in a puzzled manner.

Leaving me and the surprised Mu Ning staring at each other.

With a sound of 'clang', the teapot shattered, and the splashed tea splashed onto her blue dress, and a hand with fingers like green onions and jade shoots hung in mid-air, as if frozen.

The mother-in-law at the side has already reacted and brought a broom to clean up the mess. I hesitated and didn't know what to say, so I could only avoid her fiery gaze and cast my eyes on the empty space.

After a long silence, she finally murmured: "Yu Ping..."

The owner of the name I have never masked caused me a lot of doubts. Thinking of all the things he did before his death, I feel a little puzzled and resentful. It can even be said that today is the gift of him. , but now I still have to pretend to be him, to deceive the woman in front of me who I met for the first time but made my heart tremble.

Based on what I learned from Granny Meng, I pretended to have the look of an old friend when they reunited, and looked at her with a little annoyance: "It's me, Ning'er."

A sip of tea was sprayed straight out of Yang Zhuo's mouth, and his frost-covered face became lively due to coughing.

The originally obsessed eyes were instantly filled with disappointment, she turned her head and said to her brother: "Brother, you lied to me again, this person is not Yu Ping at all."

From the word 'again', it can be seen that before me, Yang Zhuo often found someone to deceive Mu Ning.

I felt a little guilty, and argued without confidence: "I am Yu Ping."

"you are not."

"I'm."

"you are not."

"I'm."

"Why do you say that you are, he never called me Ning'er, said, who are you?"

As expected of the ghost king's younger sister, she should have greeted her in a proper manner if she knew it earlier, and she had to be affectionate. She is not one of my mistresses in the world, why is she so nasty?This time, it's really lifting a rock to shoot myself in the foot.

Yang Zhuo coughed for a while, then he finally calmed down. He said calmly and firmly, "Ning'er, I didn't lie to you this time. If you don't believe me, you can take a closer look."

Mu Ning listened, and really looked at me seriously, she took a step forward and I took half a step back, the longer she looked at me, the more guilty I felt, when she came two feet closer to me, The last wall supporting me collapsed, and I hesitated and said, "Don't... don't look at it that way?"

She pondered for a while: "It's exactly the same, but this temperament is completely different from Yu Ping."

Or how to say they are twin brothers and sisters, even the tone of voice is the same.

I coughed twice, and straightened my expression: "Everything in the world is subject to change, so are people, and so are natural personalities. You say that I am not the original Yu Ping, and I admit it, but you say that I am not Yu Ping, and I do not admit it." .”

Although I don't have an innate talent for acting, I have a heart that is easy to get too deep into the drama.

Mu Ning was noncommittal or indifferent to my impassioned words just now. She frowned, turned around and picked up the unfinished female workers, picking them up stitch by stitch.

Suddenly I have a pheasant dancing mirror feeling...

My mother-in-law finished cleaning the floor, and brought a new cup of tea from the kitchen. After swallowing countless times of saliva, I was so nervous that tears filled my eyes when I held the teacup handed by my mother-in-law. Pass the steaming tea to his lips.

Light red tea, with a few petals floating on the surface of the cup, and a few purple-red fruits deposited on the bottom of the cup. Before the tea is drunk, the fragrance of flowers comes to the nostrils. You can't feel the bitterness of the tea after a shallow sip, and there is no endless aftertaste. fragrance and fragrance.I frowned slightly, always feeling deceived by the appearance of this tea.

Putting down the tea bowl, I said to my mother-in-law, "Mother-in-law, can we have mulberry tea at home?"

My mother-in-law looked at me blankly, and even the two people present stopped their hands and looked at me. The atmosphere froze instantly, and the huge room was so quiet that it seemed as if a needle could be heard.

I don't know what I said wrong again, but I just gave a dry laugh twice, trying to break the weird atmosphere.

The mother-in-law was the first to come to her senses, and she responded, "Yes, wait a minute, I'll make it right away."

The moment of waiting for tea is particularly difficult, two slightly different but consistent eyes locked on me for a long time, Mu Ning's eyes are the obsession with me when I first entered the room, and the ones in Yang Zhuo's eyes are more complicated, obsidian Her eyes are as deep as a bottomless lake, like a lake.

As soon as the tea was served, I couldn't wait to pour a cup. One was that I was really thirsty, and the other was to avoid sight.

The light golden tea is steaming, and the green mulberry tips are decorated with unripe fruits. With a light breath, the leaves will clumsily toss in the bowl with the mulberries.After taking a sip, I couldn't help sighing: "It's really sweet and delicious, with a pleasant aroma. Apart from wine, there is probably nothing in the world that can compare to this mulberry tea."

A chair fell to the ground with a bang, and Mu Ning stood up abruptly, knocking the table a few times, causing the teacup and tea lid on the table to knock against each other, making a crisp sound.

A sip of hot tea almost scalded my mouth.

I saw Mu Ning looking at me angrily: "Yu Ping, you were the one who asked the lord to marry me back then, and the villain in the mansion trapped me in infidelity, and it was also the one who didn't listen to my words." You, what did I do wrong that you want to treat me like this..." Tears streamed down my face as I spoke.

Her sudden question made my mind go blank. With my mouth half open, I looked blankly at Yang Zhuo asking him for help.

Yang Zhuo stood up, went around to her side and pressed her shoulder: "Ning'er, speak slowly if you have something to say, he..." looked at me meaningfully and continued: "I can't run away."

I tried my best to calm down and clear up this messy situation one by one. It seems that what I did just now caused Mu Ning to believe that I was Yu Ping. .

Putting down the teacup in my hand, I also stood up, straightened my back as far as I could, and said to her with a serious face: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I lost my mind when I learned about this incident back then. The villain Xin wronged you, if you can wait for me to turn around, you won't end up in a situation where heaven and man are separated forever."

How sincere, how annoyed, even I felt that these words came from my heart, and the resentment that had been condensed for hundreds of years in her eyes was gradually loosening, and I knew she believed it.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it's an illusion. At first, I just thought that when she looked at me, her eyes were too obsessed, but after telling the truth, the obsession changed again.I compared the look in her eyes when she looked at me with that of Po Meng when she looked at my uncle, and found that her eyes couldn't be more pure and straightforward, and everything including the entanglement seemed to be the anger and unwillingness born of being misunderstood.

Mu Ning waited for hundreds of years, and finally waited for the fake Yuping's "believe", she said with a relieved face: "Brother, I promise you."

The gully created by frowning all the year round gradually unfolded between the brows. This fleeting spectacle is so precious to me. When I saw this scene, I was deeply moved. Keep this expression in your heart.

She obeyed her brother's arrangement, and promised to be reincarnated in a few days. Yang Zhuo asked her what she wanted to be in the next life. Mu Ning rolled her black and white eyes, revealing a romantic and innocent look that she would only have when she was in her prime. .

The black stone-like eyes seem to be flowing with a mighty river, as if she can see the afterlife and the distance, she said: "I remember when I was young, my elder brother took me to see Wang Yang. At that time, there was a boat with broken bones, dragging the corpses of adventurers. Stranded on the gravel, brother, you still come to cover my eyes, saying that you are afraid that I will be scared."

Yang Zhuo continued: "At that time, a flock of gulls flew over, each with a small fish in its mouth. You told me that if these birds could carry the man's flesh and soul to the other side of the ocean, the process would Different results but the same."

Mu Ning smiled: "At that time, I was thinking that if I could burn a handful of ashes after death, or paste it on paper kites, or sprinkle it into the ocean, it would not be able to be used as fertilizer for trees and weeds. The way to die is not as happy as being beaten to death by waves..."

Speaking of this, I probably know what the afterlife she yearns for is not the one chosen by her father as "the coarse clothes and food are easy to do", nor the "very good, very good" one that my uncle said.What the woman in front of her wants is a life full of waves and ups and downs.

Yangzhuo and I were walking on the avenue of the underworld regardless of day and night, when we walked out of the archway, he suddenly stopped.

"Thank you." The voice couldn't be softer.

Reluctantly, I went around to him and put my ear close to him: "I didn't hear what you said just now, can you say it again?"

At this moment, his lips that seemed to be sealed by ice and snow raised a most obvious smile, the wind in his ears was extremely gentle, but there was the sound of icebergs melting and shattering in his heart, 'bang bang dangdang' It knocked me dizzy for a while.

A bright torch dispels layers of fog...

I proudly asked: "If you really want to thank me, then accompany me to the world, and you and I will put up a sky lantern together?"

He passed me and walked away. After walking a certain distance, I vaguely heard him say: "Okay..."