ghost encounter

The roses in the garden were planted by Tong Xin himself. He hoped that his love with Sheng Yang would be as romantic as roses. He likes romance, and I'm afraid no one would dislike it.

Blossoming red roses are delicate and charming, facing the breeze and warm sun, blooming like a raging fire.

"Shengyang, have you met Wilde?"

Sheng Yang glanced at him, squeezed his hand hard, "I've seen it."

"Really? Then you should know his story."

"An esthete, he turns human life into art."

Wilde couldn't avoid the Chinese major of Tongxinxue. The first time he knew this name was the fairy tale book "The Happy Prince" he read when he was a child. He liked it very much, but his favorite was another story in it—— ——"The Nightingale and the Rose", after entering the Chinese Department, he would cry every time he read that story.He doesn't want to be a nightingale, because the nightingale loves too bitterly and is too sad, and he doesn't want to be a rose, because although the rose is beautiful, in the end, it is just an abandoned cloud with a miserable fate, but he wants to be together with Shengyang forever.

Tong Xin turned around and looked into Sheng Yang's eyes, "Sheng Yang, if I die, you can bury me under the rose."

Sheng Yang hugged him in his arms, kissed him, and didn't let him continue talking. After all, such a farewell was too sad and too cruel. He didn't know his plan, and he wouldn't tell him. He wanted to What we want is far more than the present, but also the distant and endless future.

Tong Xin became more and more ill, and in a blink of an eye there was only the last year left.

30 years is too short, it's really a fleeting moment, in the blink of an eye, childlike coughing, cheeks are so thin that it sucks in, temples are gray, the original baby face is so thin that the skin sticks to the cheeks, and the eyes are no longer black and bright. He was lying on the tatami, and Sheng Yang stood beside him, holding his hand tightly.

"Shengyang, have the roses bloomed this year?" Tong Xin rolled his eyes, as if he wanted to see the outside world, but his body no longer allowed him to walk around anymore, he couldn't stand the wind, he couldn't stand the toss, he couldn't even go out. I can't, Sheng Yang feeds him every day, scrubs his body, and waits for him to defecate. Sometimes, he laughs at Sheng Yang and says: "Sheng Yang, you have really become an old mother." But Sheng Yang just Smile, he is willing to be his mother.

"It's open." Sheng Yang looked at him, and held his skinny hand tightly, as if he was holding a handful of dry wood, "It's beautiful, do you want me to break a branch and put it in a vase for you?"

Tong Xin shook her head and said, "No need."

Tong Xin didn't like to fold flowers, and he didn't like to put flowers in vases. He said that flowers are alive, if you break them, they will really die, and the fragrance emitted by them indoors is a corpse-like stench.

"If you want to see it, can I take a picture?" Sheng Yang got up to get the camera, walked into the garden, took a few pictures of roses, and showed them to Tong Xin, "Look, is it pretty?"

Tong Xin blinked, because he had no strength, and soon closed his eyes.

Sheng Yang was very scared at this time, and reached out to touch his neck, his pulse was still beating, he took a deep breath, and sat on the tatami, throbbing like he had escaped.

In the middle of the night, Sheng Yang heard a strange bell ringing twelve times, coming from the heaven, and he knew that the emperor of heaven wanted him to go back.

At this time, as soon as he opened his eyes, he turned around and found that Tong Xin was also looking at him.

"The sound of a funeral." Tong Xin said.He dreamed of the funeral scene, just like it was more than 30 years ago, accompanied by "Nocturne", strange bells, and heart-piercing cries, the strangely long funeral procession walked westward, it was a Quite a spectacle.It's just that I didn't expect that it turned out to be for his funeral.Now, he dreams again, it seems that his time is approaching.

Sheng Yang hugged him, wanting to cry, but held back, "Tong Xin, come with me."

"Where?"

"skyline."

Tong Xin shook her head, "Sheng Yang, that's not where I should go."

"Didn't you say a long time ago that you want me to take you away? Take your soul with you, so we don't have to be separated again."

"But, Sheng Yang, I've figured it out now, and I already have it. It's enough."

Sheng Yang's eyes were deep, looking at him, a pair of dark eyes were shining with a strange light, Tongxin couldn't understand, and he didn't have time to look again, he closed his eyes, stopped breathing, his life came to an end.

Afterwards, the soul of childlike innocence came out of the body, like a wisp of smoke, ethereal and formless, floating beside Sheng Yang.

Sheng Yang knew why, without saying anything, he used magic power to attach the soul of Tongxin to his sword.

That night, he seemed to have gone through eighteen layers of hell, one layer after another, each layer had to shed a layer of skin. In the end, he didn't know how he got out of hell, he only knew that he woke up At that time, I hugged the corpse of Tongxin and cried heart-rendingly.

The spring breeze was destined not to be very warm, with a cold knife scraping his face, Sheng Yang held Tong Xin's body in the coffin next to Rose, stretched out his hand to caress the old face, eyes full of worry.

Tong Xin said that people will have more hope if they die in spring, because at that time all things will recover, and his body can be used as fertilizer to make roses bloom more delicately and beautifully.He was right, this year's roses are indeed brighter than in previous years, with an almost coquettish aura, but Sheng Yang can't stay here after all.

Sheng Yang returned to the heaven as agreed, to be the successor, to practice hard, and he no longer sneaked out to play in the human world, and he was no longer as stupid and heartless as before. All the gods thought that the son of the Emperor of Heaven was finally going to become a man. But they didn't know that every night, Sheng Yang stared at his sword in a daze, and talked to it for a whole night.

"His Royal Highness Sheng Yang, the Heavenly Emperor has something to look for you." A book boy from the heavenly world came to the palace where Sheng Yang was.

"I see, I'll be there soon." Sheng Yang put away his sword, got up and went to the Zhongxing Palace.

"Emperor of Heaven." Sheng Yang bowed his hands.

"What have you been doing recently?" The Heavenly Emperor was both happy and sad when he saw that his son had come back from the world like a different person, probably grown up.

"Emperor Huitian, I'm practicing the technique of returning to heaven."

"Returning to Heaven?" The Emperor of Heaven immediately understood when he heard it, and his face changed slightly, "You want to save him?"

"What is the emperor saying?"

"That mortal named Tongxin, you want to save him?"

"I just want to save him!" Sheng Yang had never spoken to him in such a tough tone, and this was the first time.

A thunder flashed by, Sheng Yang didn't even blink, he knew that the Emperor of Heaven was angry, he wanted to punish him, but because he was his own son, he didn't want to hurt him.

"Shengyang, you are getting bolder and bolder now, and you want to save a mortal? Have you forgotten what day is tomorrow?"

tomorrow?It was the day when he married the Antarctic Goddess.That was a month ago, and it was also the day when he went back to look for Tongxin. The Emperor of Heaven said that as long as he agreed to get married, he would be released for [-] days.

"I haven't forgotten." Sheng Yang said firmly, "But the Emperor of Heaven can't stop me from saving him."

The reason why Tong Xin's soul was not formed after death was entirely because of Sheng Yang, because there was a part of Tong Xin's soul in Sheng Yang's body, and the price of replenishing the spirit with spirit cannot be ignored.

The Antarctic Goddess is the daughter of the ally of the Emperor of Heaven. After the Antarctic couple returned to Xuli, the Antarctic Goddess took charge of the Antarctic Sea and was on an equal footing with the North Pole Mermaid. She has boundless magic power, but she is a few thousand years older than Sheng Yang, but age is for God It's all indifferent things, and it's described that there will be no change after adulthood, so under normal circumstances, dealing with gods is regardless of age, only the power of the gods, the level of the gods determines the level and deity of the gods.

Sheng Yang had never seen the Antarctic Goddess before, and he didn't want to know. One of the reasons why he agreed to the Emperor's request was that the Antarctic Goddess had what he needed.

On the day of the engagement, Sheng Yang met the Antarctic Goddess.

"His Royal Highness Sheng Yang." The Antarctic Goddess looked at Sheng Yang with contempt in her eyes.

"Antarctic goddess Ying Ning holds great power, why must she marry me?" Sheng Yang looked at her, holding a black iron sword.

"Then why do you insist on marrying me?" Ying Ning narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I just want to borrow a treasure in your hand."

"Coincidentally, I also want to borrow something from your hand."

Sheng Yang was slightly taken aback, "Tell me."

The Antarctic Goddess is a liberal, withdrawn by nature, and doesn't like to communicate with others, but she also has someone she must protect. That person has been with her for thousands of years, and accidentally offended the Emperor of Heaven and was demoted to the mortal world. She couldn't find that person. The whereabouts can only be achieved with the help of Sheng Yang.

"Lend me your bottle."

"What bottle?"

"Ask the question knowingly, you will be a transitional ghost below, a bottle for collecting souls."

"The Goddess of Antarctica is so powerful, what do you want my bottle for?"

"Find someone."

"Why don't you let Yan Luo look for it?"

"I'm not familiar with Yan Luo."

"Then you know me well?"

The Antarctic Goddess laughed strangely, "I'm not familiar with you. However, I know your secret. You like men, and you are still a mortal. He is still dead. You have to save him."

Sheng Yang was startled, he didn't expect Ying Ning to know his details so clearly.

"How is it? Do you want to borrow it?" Ying Ning stretched out her hand.

"Okay, but you have to lend me something too."

"Go ahead."

"The hair of an Antarctic goddess."

The mother of the Antarctic Goddess is a black-haired snake demon. Her hair has a natural power, which is to repair people's souls. After giving birth to the Antarctic Goddess, she passed this ability on to Ying Ning.

Ying Ning smiled slightly, "This is simple, how many do you want?"

"Two."

The reason why Sheng Yang wants two is for backup, in fact, he only needs one to save Tongxin.

Without saying a word, Yingning pulled two strands of hair from her head and held them in her hands, "Your things?"

Sheng Yang handed over the bottle in his hand, and they both let go at the same time.

"Thank you!" Ying Ning disappeared from Sheng Yang's palace happily.

Sheng Yang can't save Tong Xin here, he needs a quiet and safe place, so he can only go to the top of Tianshan Mountain.

The top of Tianshan Mountain is the place where Sheng Yang's master practiced. There are not many people there, only a few brothers from the same school, and the place is large, so it is easy to hide.

Sheng Yang came to the top of Tianshan Mountain with his sword and hair, and walked into a cave. The fire was bright in the cave, but there was no one there. This is the place where Sheng Yang came most often. No one knows about the place, probably not even his master, so he can prop up the barrier with confidence.

Sheng Yang is a mixture of dragon and human, he can turn into a dragon or a human, so his blood can save people, but it can only save the body, not the soul, but once combined with the hair of the goddess, The fusion of blood and hair can restore the soul of childlike innocence.

Seeing a puff of abstract smoke slowly escaping from the sword, Sheng Yang swiped lightly with his left hand, a gash appeared in the palm of his right hand, blood flowed out slowly, he crushed the goddess's hair into powder and melted it into his own in the blood.

The cloud of smoke kept changing irregular shapes, dangling in front of Sheng Yang.

Until Sheng Yang fused the blood and hair powder into one, turning it into a colorful blood jade. He used his divine power to lightly shine the blood jade towards the cloud of smoke. Immediately, his soul froze, and the blood jade slowly began to melt, turning into a thread of blood. Drift towards the soul.

The appearance of childlike innocence gradually emerged, and finally the blood jade disappeared into nothingness.

Sheng Yang paused, and saw Tong Xin opened his eyes looking at him, ran towards him excitedly, and hugged him in his arms.

"Sheng Yang." Tong Xin said slowly.

"Tong Xin, you are finally back."

"Why did you bring me back?" Tong Xin asked.

"Because you said you didn't want to be separated from me."

Sheng Yang said this to himself. Tongxin's life is over, but he still has tens of thousands of years to live. He doesn't want to live so alone and suffer heart-biting pain. He wants Tongxin to live. He accompanied himself and kept walking.

Tong Xin hugged him back, "So you still remember."

"Fool, I remember every word you said, I love you." Sheng Yang hugged him with unprecedented strength, as if he wanted to rub him into his bone marrow.

"But Sheng Yang, you are already engaged." Tong Xin muttered in a low voice, but Sheng Yang listened in his heart.

It turns out that Tong Xin knows everything, he has been with Sheng Yang's sword and watched him all the time, he knows everything Sheng Yang does, he knows that Sheng Yang loves himself so much that he was almost punished by the Emperor of Heaven .

"The goddess doesn't like me, you know that."

"That said, but—"

"But what?" Sheng Yang kissed him immediately, "Don't worry, I won't let you down, I will let you walk side by side with me in an open and honest manner, and I will tell the three worlds so that everyone knows that you are me My dear, no one can hurt you, I love you, I love all of you."

"Shengyang, I'm only a soul."

"What about the soul? I want to carry you with me all the time, and I will practice together with you. You will become a fairy, and I will become a benevolent person, until the world is old and the sea is dry and rocks are rotten. Humans don't say, 'The mountains have no edges, the sky and the earth are united, but they dare to break with the king' But at this level, human beings will never be able to do it, only gods can." Sheng Yang vowed, when he looked at Tong Xin, with incomparable affection, he couldn't extricate himself at a glance.

Tong Xin reached out and touched his cheek, "I want to be with you."

Sheng Yang's tears flashed, and he hugged him tightly, "Okay, we will be together forever."

In the end, Sheng Yang left the top of the sky with his childish innocence and entered the heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven was aware of it, but he was powerless in the end, because there was not much time left for him to return to the void. Sheng Yang broke off his engagement with the Goddess, and was justified to be with Tong Xin. The person in power is Sheng Yang.

Sheng Yang inherited Tianwei, became Emperor Tian, ​​and ruled the Three Realms.Tong Xin grew a lot of peach blossoms in Zhongxing Palace. He never liked peach blossoms before because they were too lively, but now he likes them because roses are too lonely and plum blossoms are too cold. It's all fragrant, so lively that it attracts bees and butterflies, attracts all the flower-picking fairies from the heavens, and speaks kind words to childlike innocence.

This made Sheng Yang very unhappy, and said: "Don't drag Tong Xin, he is mine!"

Tong Xin was embarrassed to push him, but he intensified, kicked his nose and face, dragged him into the palace, put his hand on the bed, and pressed his body over, "Tong Xin, you haven't kissed me for a long time." He bowed his head as he said. Just kissed the childlike cheek.

"Shengyang, don't be like this, there are so many gods out there!" Tong Xin pushed him.

"It's better to let them hear it, lest they say that our sex-life is not harmonious, let them see it now!" Sheng Yang blocked Tong Xin's mouth.

Tong Xin wanted to push, but he was too heavy to push, so he had to let him manipulate it.

The voices of people outside gradually disappeared, and Tong Xin was holding back his energy all the time. He was made uncomfortable by Sheng Yang, and because there were so many people outside, he didn't dare to make a sound. He couldn't help but let out a depressive and dull groan, and suddenly there was a burst of hesitation from outside, Tongxin blushed, bit his lower lip tightly, and opened his mouth to bite Sheng Yang's shoulder when he was really uncomfortable.

"Baby, when did you become so promiscuous?"

Sheng Yang always said such things at such a time, and Tong Xin couldn't close his ears to listen, so he had to cover his face to his heart, but he heard Sheng Yang's rapid heartbeat: Boom!Boom!Boom! ——

"Sheng Yang—"

"What's wrong?" Sheng Yang stopped for a while and kissed his eyelashes.

"I love you."

"I love you too."