If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

Yan Chengting endured countless white eyes and contempt, and persisted for more than ten years.

In the end, he still couldn't wait for the opportunity to be buried with Mu Xiangyi.

On that day, he buried Mu Xiangyi's body by the lake.He dug away the sand and buried Xiangyi's head.

His Xiangyi was born as a young prince, and later became a courtier of the empress. Even if he couldn't be buried in a grand manner, at least he had to choose a place with good geomantic omen as his grave.

But now, his Xiangyi doesn't even have a coffin.

He took the mud and sand and sprinkled it on Xiangyi's face, his little son closed his eyes tightly, and could no longer open them to look at him.

He threw the excess soil into the lake, and he stayed at the buried place, waiting for Yan Chisu to come over.

He wanted to bury himself at the same time, but he was afraid that when the defenders of the imperial city found traces of what he had dug, they would take away his Xiangyi grave.He owed him too much when he was alive, and no matter what, he couldn't be allowed to be trampled upon after death.

After he finished digging, he stained the ground beneath him red with his own blood.

When Yan Chi Suu came, he argued with her, and during the dispute, he made them ignore the strangeness of the soil.The digging officers and soldiers couldn't guess at all, so they couldn't find it until the end.

The head that Yan Chisu had been looking for was actually only one step away from her.But she would never know again.

Yan Chengting's soul returned to heaven and earth, while his soul wandered around, he unexpectedly arrived under the Nine Netherworld in a trance.

Without anyone to guide him, like a kite with a string, he walked straight along the River of Forgetfulness until he reached a bridge.

At the head of the bridge are countless lonely ghosts waiting in line to cross the river. Thousands of ghosts cry together and look at the same thing.

He understood that it was Naihe Bridge.There was a mother-in-law who made soup on the bridge, and the ghosts who crossed the bridge each had a bowl. After drinking, the past and the past were all gone.

He hesitated, refusing to join the ever-flowing team.He doesn't want to forget, and he doesn't want to cross the river.

He died too late, his Xiangyi might have been reincarnated long ago.If he forgets Xiangyi again, then who will remember the heart-piercing past.

But before the underworld ghost came to chase him away, he saw a figure sitting alone by the river.

Even though it had been more than ten years, he still recognized him at a glance.

He rushed over and called his name: "Xiangyi."

He was so excited, he felt in a trance that the suffering and torture of the past ten years had become two words: worth it.

However, Mu Xiangyi just turned her head when she heard his words.There was no joyful expression on his face, he was cold and indifferent, and looked at Yan Chengting with alienation.

Mu Xiangyi only said a word to him: "Do you recognize me?"

Yan Chengting was stunned for a moment, but was unable to answer for a moment.

He bent down and gently reached out to touch the man's face, but the man avoided him.

He seemed to feel that Yan Chengting's behavior was very rude, his pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, and then he turned his head away, looking at the Wangchuan River flowing, and stopped looking at him.

Yan Chengting looked at his exquisite and unparalleled side face, and wanted to hold him tightly in his arms like many years ago, but Mu Xiangyi had already forgotten him and the past love and hatred, so his eyes were full of nostalgia , it seems to have become a joke.

He was a little choked up for a while, and it took him a while to regain the courage to talk to him, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Mu Xiangyi looked down at the river and said, "I've been waiting for someone, but it's been too long, and I forgot who I was waiting for and what I was waiting for."

With a sore nose, Yan Chengting stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms.He didn't care whether this person remembered or not, he just buried his head in his neck and cried out.

Later, the ghost messenger told him that his Xiangyi had never crossed the river, and had been waiting here for more than ten years.He refused to drink Mengpo soup, so he drank the water of Wangchuan River every day for a living.

But Meng Po's soup was originally made from Wangchuan water, and he gradually forgot the past.

In order to make him remember again, Yan Chengting took him all over the place, looking for him all kinds of things that could relieve his forgetfulness.

Yan Chengting took him with him all the time, and he told Mu Xiangyi the love and hatred between himself and Mu Xiangyi for half his life.

Mu Xiangyi's memory is very poor, she often listens to it one day and forgets it the next day.Yan Chengting took the trouble to repeat it again and again.

On the last day when his memory was restored, Yan Chengting took him back to Naihe Bridge, picked off the stamen of a century-old Bana flower under the bridge, squeezed out the juice and fed it to Mu Xiangyi.

This is the last medicine, after drinking it, he will remember everything.

After Mu Xiangyi finished drinking, his eyes gradually changed from muddled to clear.

He said to Yan Chengting: "I remembered, you are Yan Chengting."

Even though Yan Chengting tried his best to suppress the fluctuations in his heart, his trembling voice still leaked his inner excitement.He leaned over, grabbed Mu Xiangyi's hand, and said, "It's me, Xiangyi."

He looked at him with red eyes and said, "This time I will never leave you again."

He said, "I love you."

After Mu Xiangyi heard his words, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He said, "I remember something I forgot."

He took his hand out of Yan Chengting's and said to him, "I'm waiting here because I want to tell you... I don't love you anymore."

Under Yan Chengting's astonished gaze, he walked to the bridge, begged for a bowl of soup from Granny Meng, held the bowl, and looked at him with a smile.

He said: "I haven't drank this bowl of soup for a long time, not because I don't want to forget it. You have betrayed me many times and abandoned me many times. This time, it's my turn to abandon you."

A smile bloomed from his face, and when he smiled, it was like spring wind turning into rain, ice and snow melting.

But this smile fell into Yan Chengting's eyes, but he only felt it was extremely cruel.

Mu Xiangyi smiled and said: "I want you to see with your own eyes how I completely forgot you."

He raised his wrist, raised his head, and drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp.

He said, "Goodbye."

"No!" Yan Chengting's roar was forgotten by him, Mu Xiangyi turned around, merged into the turbulent current, and crossed the river.

Decades passed in the blink of an eye.

After Yan Chisu died, he entered the land of the Nine Nethers.

Although she was honored as the Son of Heaven when she was born, she is like other ghosts after death. She has to abide by the rules of the underworld, obediently follow the queue at the back of the line, and receive the bowl of soup.

What made her rather dissatisfied was that her Nanzhu failed to come with her and was left behind in the world by her.

When she was crossing the river, she saw a man on the other side who bowed his head and was tending the flowers on the other side. The back of that man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was for a while.

So she asked the ghost messenger next to her.

The ghost messenger said: "That man, he would rather go to hell than drink that bowl of Meng Po soup. He has been staying by the river for many years, and it is said that he is waiting for someone."

"Wait for who?"

"It seems that his lover entered reincarnation many years ago and left him here alone."

"Has he waited?"

"Of course not. Come on, don't talk too much, let's drink soup."

Yan Chisu hummed, took the soup from Granny Meng's hand, and finished it.

Before forgetting, the last thing she thought was, who is that person?Who is waiting?

........................

Wen Fei woke up completely from the plot. When he woke up, he was still in the system space, and Mao Tuanzi was nestling beside him cracking nuts.

Wen Fei smiled and nestled into the sofa, looking very lazy.

Mao Qiu looked up at him and asked him, "Master Host, how do you feel about making up the knife?"

Wen Fei stretched her waist and said, "It's good."

He glanced at the "Underworld Repair Copy" opened in the mission system, and turned it off with a raise of his hand.

Wen Fei put his long legs, which had nowhere to rest, casually on the coffee table, and said to Mao Qiu: "How many worlds will it take before I can be revived?"

Mao Qiu opened the main panel, looked at the progress, and said to him: "It's coming soon, can't the host wait any longer?"

"A little bit." Wen Fei said, "How is the task completion?"

"Yan Chengting's line has been completed. Yan Chisu's task completion degree is A. I have already put the reward into the system wallet for you. Do you need to check it?"

"No need." Wen Fei waved his hand, "Is there an option for the next world?"

Mao Qiu skillfully called out the candidate plots for him to read, Wen Fei watched them carefully for a while, and quickly chose them.

The background of the story is during the period of the Republic of China, and his identity is an actor named Yan Zizhan.And his strategy target is a general, Yan Zheng's waist is like an inverted triangle, which is exactly the type he likes.

"Why do I have to be lower than him every time?" Wen Fei poked the fur ball with his toe and asked.

The fur ball jumped into his arms in three steps, and with his small body that was getting fatter and fatter, he smashed Wen Fei to the effect of chest tightness.

If Wen Fei hadn't been exercising so hard recently, he might have vomited blood right now.

In line with the purpose of not fussing with pets, Wen Fei rubbed the place where she was hit, waiting for it to answer.

"What does it matter, no matter what your status is, Master Host, you are a strategist." Mao Qiu's skill in flattering has also become more and more sophisticated, and a few words made Wen Fei happy.

Wen Fei rubbed his fur, and said, "The little guy is quite discerning."

He wasn't in the mood to chat with him, and after playing for a while, he went back to his room to rest, waiting for the arrival of the next plot world.

This time his intermission was not long, and he entered the drama after a few days.When he traveled through the past, he was singing on the stage, and the man sitting and drinking tea watching the opera was his target this time: Zhang Lingyu.

And his name is Yan Zizhan, and he is a famous actor in this city.

Wen Fei had already added skill points to himself when he came, and it was not too difficult for him to finish the play.As he stretched his sleeves, his eyes met Zhang Lingyu's, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Zhang Lingyu is the general in Tanzhou City, and the one with the highest status in Tanzhou City.

He likes to listen to operas, and the best theater troupe in Tanzhou city is undoubtedly the one with Yan Zizhan.So Zhang Lingyu became a frequent visitor to this pear garden.

Zhang Lingyu likes the drama here, and also likes the tea here.

After Yan Zizhan sang this scene, he went to the backstage to change his clothes, and when he came out again, Zhang Lingyu was no longer there.

"Where's General Zhang?" Yan Zizhan hadn't had time to remove the makeup on his face. Seeing that there was no one in the seat where Zhang Lingyu was sitting, he grabbed a nearby handyman and asked.

The person arrested by him seems to have gotten used to Yan Zi looking for General Zhang when he looked at the stage, and he has been paying attention to it. After hearing his question, he replied: "Just now an adjutant came and said a few words to General Zhang. It seems that something happened, and then the general left in a hurry."

When Yan Zizhan heard the words, a little disappointment flashed on his face.Suddenly he thought of something again, and asked the man, "What about the tea, did the general drink it or pour it down?"

"Drink it." The man replied quickly.

Only then did Yan Zizhan feel happy again.

He walked to the entrance of the theater, wanting to see if he could see his car going away through the window facing the street as before.

Who would have thought that although his footsteps were not fast, someone suddenly barged in from outside, he landed unsteadily, and almost crashed into the arms of that person.

Yan Zizhan stood up in a hurry, and was about to apologize to him, but when he looked up, he saw Zhang Lingyu's calm and prestige face, and he couldn't even speak immediately.

Zhang Lingyu subconsciously helped him when he saw him fall, and then withdrew his hand after he stood still.He recognized Yan Zizhan as the one who sang on the stage just now, a smile appeared on his expressionless face, and he said, "It's you."

Yan Zizhan was flattered, he didn't expect Zhang Lingyu to know him.

However, he soon knew the reason why Zhang Lingyu left and returned.

I saw the young general standing at the door, and said to him like an ordinary theater fan: "I don't know if you still have the fan with your seal that you sent last time? I have a guest who likes your play very much." , I want to give him a hand."

The general who had always admired him offered such a request, and Yan Zizhan was very happy for a while, but he had to endure it again, so that Zhang Lingyu would not see his joy.

"Yes, yes." Yan Zizhan nodded quickly, and then quickly walked to the shelf where the gifts were placed in the backstage to take a fan.He took two steps, turned back, and took another handful.

So when Zhang Lingyu saw him come out again, the little actor took two.

"The general also takes one." He seemed to be afraid that Zhang Lingyu would refuse, and quickly handed the fan in front of him.

Zhang Lingyu smiled and said, "So I still have my share, so I'll say thank you first."

He is very majestic when he is not smiling, the kind that others can't help trembling if he doesn't say a word.But when he laughed, the coldness disappeared, and he looked a little better than the white student who had returned from studying abroad in the city.

Yan Zizhan accepted his thanks, and wanted to chat with him a few more words, but he was afraid that he would delay Zhang Lingyu's affairs, so he had no choice but to bury the words he was about to say.

After Zhang Lingyu took what he wanted, he didn't stay for long. After saying goodbye to Yan Zizhan, he turned and left.

As soon as he left, Yan Zizhan rolled his eyes, and his eyes instantly changed from cute to half-smiling.Brother Wen, who had seamlessly switched from Yan Zizhan to Wen Fei mode, quietly opened the system's data bar.

[System prompt: The strategy target Zhang Lingyu currently has a favorite value of 35 and a regret degree of 0. 】

"The initial value is still good." He whistled in his heart, turned around and entered the back room.