Dressed as a white moonlight

When Yunyan squeezed across the stone bridge, the masked people took off their masks and sat on the bench to rest.

Yunyan searched again, but couldn't find the person just now.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a person wearing a ghost mask?"

Yunyan asked someone to ask.

The man shook his head in confusion, "I'm not sure, I probably haven't seen it."

It was late, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Yunyan asked too many questions, and some people were annoyed, "Crazy, if you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it. We all use prayer masks. Where did you get the ghost mask? Are you here to mess things up?"

It was just before the Ching Ming Festival, and it was late at night, and suddenly a neurotic person appeared, and these staff members were not in a good mood.

After returning in vain, Yunyan looked a little frustrated.

Before he could reach the bridge, a man ran over suddenly. He smiled at Yunyan and explained, "I'm sorry, they are not in a good mood. But what you asked just now, you must have misunderstood it." .”

"My name is Li Dong, I am a local, and I have never left here."

"So if you have anything, you can ask me."

Li Dong is a thin man, not tall, with a small face and fair skin, he looks like a child who hasn't grown up.But he was indeed about the same age as Yunyan.

After learning which hotel Yunyan was staying in, he even showed his canine teeth with a smile, "My house is right behind that, let's go back together."

"Why are they in a bad mood?"

Yunyan was not a talkative person, so he calmly asked out the doubts in his heart.

Even if he was a little unreasonable just now, those people would not be so excited.

Li Dong paused for a moment, then smiled apologetically: "It won't scare you if you say it?"

"will not."

"I didn't come to participate in the dragon parade, but that person," he glanced at Yunyan cautiously, "that person fell to his death two days ago, and I came to replace him." Fortunately, Yunyan didn't express Li Dong was very scared, and Li Dong heaved a sigh of relief.

fell to his death?

Yunyan is a little sensitive to this word.But he should be worrying too much.

At the door of the hotel, Li Dong and Yun said goodbye: "Welcome to Tongxi Town, I wish you a good time."

After speaking, he bounced like a child and walked towards the alley.

Mom and Dad went back to the hotel one step ahead of him, greeted them, and went back to the room to rest.

This time the situation was different from before, Yunyan had a premonition in his heart that he would find the root cause and uproot it.

Take a shower, lie down on the bed, and fold your hands on your stomach.

Just about to fall asleep, a mechanical notification sound suddenly appeared in my mind: [The mission has been triggered, please clear the host's White Moonlight buff as soon as possible]

These characters are all familiar, but when combined, they are as confusing as heavenly scriptures.

As calm as Yunyan, he had to wonder again whether his brain had really been invaded by something strange.

He tried to ask a question, but the voice didn't answer him directly.After a burst of pain, Yunyan had some strange things in his mind.

He is now in a book, and his identity is the white moonlight of the protagonist, who is more annoying than ex.

Because of his relationship, the protagonist is misunderstood a lot by Zheng Pai Gong, has a deep sadomasochistic relationship, and rarely dies well.

And Yunyan's task is to act as a tool man, destroy his image in the protagonist Shou's heart, and promote the sweet love between the protagonist Shou and Zheng Pai Gong.

Yunyan: "???"

This is outrageous.

Is there anything more outrageous than suddenly having a voice in your head say you're just a character in a book?

Yes, you are still a tool person in a Tanmei novel.

Yunyan cursed secretly: "s*."

No longer paying attention to the voice, he quickly fell asleep after inheriting his parents' sleep-prone physique.

Yunyan had a lucid dream again.

He was lying on the bed unable to move when the light suddenly came on in the bathroom.

Then there was the sound of splashing water, the faucet, the toilet flushing, and the shower head all turned on as if they were malfunctioning.

Yunyan counted the numbers in his mind, and when he counted to 558, the bathroom door creaked and was pushed open.

He saw a man come out of the bathroom, his eyes wide open, but he couldn't even see what the man looked like.

The man walked beside his bed and stood quietly for a while.

Go to the side by the window again, there is a chair there.

Yes, Yunyan remembered clearly, he put it there when he checked the room.

He looked at the man sitting there, less than one meter away from his bed.

The pitch-black figure, although he couldn't see the face clearly, Yunyan could feel the man's eyes lingering on him.

He wanted to call for someone, but he couldn't make a sound. He felt a little regretful, why he put the chair beside the bed and forgot to put it back.

Fortunately, the man didn't move much, just sat there and kept looking at him.

When the count reached more than 9000, there was a sudden knock on the door, "Son, get up!"

Yunyan opened his eyes suddenly and jumped up from the bed. The chair was indeed less than one meter away from his bed.

He rushed to the bathroom, forgetting his shoes.But everything in the bathroom was fine, except for the dry floor, with a line of obvious wet footprints.

After leaving the bathroom door, Yunyan knelt down and touched the blanket until he reached the chair.

He looked up and saw an inexplicable pool of water on the chair.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Yunmei asked worriedly.

The two dark circles under the eyes of Yunyan's handsome face are too conspicuous.

Peng Zhengwen is big-hearted, and he still has the mind to joke: "When I saw him early in the morning, I thought he was taken away by a female goblin."

"Then do you think our son is at a disadvantage or the female fairy is at a disadvantage?" Yunmei was easily led astray by her husband.

"Of course it's our son, he's still a boy..."

"Eat!" Everyone in the restaurant looked over, Yunyan put down the bowls and chopsticks, and interrupted the chat of the unreliable parents lightly.

"Where's the chicken?" Peng Zhengwen picked up the bowl and ate with big mouthfuls under his son's cold gaze, and didn't forget to change the subject, "I haven't eaten the food here for several years, and it's still so delicious."

"Son, do you still remember the food cooked by your grandmother? You liked it the most when you were young, and you could eat two big bowls every time."

Yunyan's face was a little grim. He didn't have a clear memory of what his father said.

He used to be able to comfort himself that it was normal not to remember things when he was a child, but what happened last night has already made him doubt the authenticity of his existence.

Is he really himself?A character from a book?

Parents are still chattering about where to go after visiting the grave to reminisce about their green years.

Such parents are only fictional in the book.

"If what happened last night is true, will my life return to normal after completing the task?"

Yunyan asked silently in his heart.

[Yes, the host only needs to complete the mission to end all of this]

"Who is the mission target?"

The weird dream and the weird figure all seem to be related to the person whom the system calls the protagonist Shou.

Because he doesn't do the task, just mess with him like this?

Yunyan was completely annoyed in his heart, if he were to face such a protagonist, he would definitely be merciless.

After all, it takes effort to be liked, but it is much easier to be hated.

[Insufficient authority, please explore the host by yourself]

Yunyan frowned, that is to say, if he wants to complete the task, he must first find the target of the task?

He cursed secretly in his heart, and his face was not good-looking.

Peng Zhengwen's neck felt cold, and he didn't dare to talk to his wife anymore, and finished his meal in three or five mouthfuls.

"Let's go, visit grandma's grave, let her old man bless our son to be healthy."

Yunyan didn't get enough sleep, so he didn't dare to let him drive.Peng Zhengwen was driving in front, and he never stopped talking all the way.

Yunmei sat in the co-pilot and sang with him.

"I remember that there used to be a very big tree here, right? There is also a canteen under the tree."

"I still remember that you were so hungry at that time that you came to buy snacks every day."

"Fart, you are obviously more greedy, and you still pick up cardboard boxes and sell them for money, just to eat a bite of snacks."

Yunyan just wanted to close his eyes for a rest, when he was woken up by his parents' quarrel.

He looked in the direction his parents pointed, and there was only a rotten old tree root left where the huge tree had grown.

As for the canteen, it had collapsed long ago, overgrown with weeds, and mossy stones could be seen faintly.

A picture flashed in my mind, a little boy squatting under a tree by the river, as if he was watching ants, he quickly raised his head when he heard the sound of the road, his eyes were like a deer, pure and cautious.

"Is there a river here before?"

Yunyan asked suddenly.

"Yes, but it all happened when you were old, right?" Yunmei recalled the development history of her hometown with great interest, "About when you were ten years old, the creek was filled up and turned into a road."

Tongxi Town does not lack small rivers, but flat roads.

Yunyan nodded, his childhood memories were like fragments.Occasionally, you can only pick it up and check it when you encounter it, and you can't connect it into segments at all.

"Then did I have any playmates here when I was young?"

Peng Zhengwen couldn't help laughing, "You looked like that when you were a child, which child would like to play with you."

Yunyan was a little annoyed, "What was I like when I was a child?"

His parents looked at each other, smiled, and didn't tell the truth.

Without him, Yun's language when he was a child was refined and selfish.

Fortunately, after being educated so hard by them for so many years, although he was a bit cold, he was still kind.

Yunyan held his breath, stopped looking out the window, closed his eyes with his hands folded, and leaned against the car window to rest.

The cemeteries in the countryside are not fixed in a certain place like in the city. Most of them are buried in their own land.

After half an hour's drive from the town, I arrived at Yunyan's grandma's house.

A house made of stone, the gate has long been rusted, and weeds are overgrown inside. There is a big tree in the yard with a swing hanging from the branches.

"That was something you wanted to play with when you were young, and your grandfather made it for you."

Yunmei's eyes were full of nostalgia, she had the key to the old house in her bag, but she didn't intend to go in.

All the snakes woke up in spring, maybe hiding in some corner of the yard.

"When we are old, we will hire someone to fix it, so we can visit our parents every year." Peng Zhengwen comforted his wife, patting his wife's hand.

Grandma's tomb is on the hillside not far behind the house.

When the grass was deep in spring, Peng Zhengwen found a branch and knocked open the path in front.

Yunmei carried the sacrifice and followed closely behind, watching her husband's movements carefully, for fear that a snake with no eyes would come out.

There were not many people who came to sweep the grave, and they were scattered not far away in twos and threes.

Yunyan just glanced at it and then focused on the road under his feet.

But when he turned around, the old lady standing on the hillside surprised him.

If you look carefully, the person has disappeared.

Yun Yanquan thought his eyes were dazzled, how could it be possible that the person he saw was grandma.

Weeding, mounding graves, placing sacrifices, and burning yellow paper.

Yunyan knelt on the mat and kowtow respectfully, but when he got up, he saw a pair of little feet wearing old-fashioned cloth shoes.

He raised his head abruptly, facing the photo on his grandma's tombstone, smiling gently.

"Xiaoyan, are you okay?" Peng Zhengwen helped his son aside, knelt down and kowtowed, and said in a babbling voice, "Mother, I'm Zhengwen. I haven't come back to see you for a long time. Don't be angry. After Meimei and I retire I will come back to live and see you every day."

He talked for seven or eight minutes, but Yunmei couldn't listen anymore, "Get up quickly, you don't think it's cold on the ground."

Yunmei also knelt down and kowtowed her head three times swiftly, "I've told you everything I need to say, mother, please bless Xiaoyan underground."

Yunyan stood aside and could see clearly. When his name was mentioned, the old lady in the photo turned her eyes to Yunyan.

Neither parent found out.

When going down the mountain, Yunyan's coat was caught by the branches of the bushes. When he reached out to get it, a withered arm stretched out from the bushes, and a hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"Quick, run!"