[full-time master] immortal

I have never seen the ghost of the father of the Su brothers and sisters, and Aunt Su has never mentioned her husband to me.

All I know is that the brothers and sisters of the Su family took their mother's surname, and I heard Aunt Su accidentally mentioned that her marriage didn't get any blessings, so she ran away from home and made a clean break with everything in the past. .When Aunt Su talked about these things, she always showed regret.She said that if she hadn't been so heartless back then, Mu Qiu Mucheng would not have fallen to such a lonely situation.

So, I picked up these tiny clues, combined with my many years of experience in watching TV dramas, and speculated on my own initiative that Aunt Su's trust was not human, and that the father of the Su brothers and sisters was still alive, and he was a big scumbag who abandoned his wife and children.Every time I hear Su Muqiu portraying their father as majestic and upright in front of Mucheng, I always feel ironic from the bottom of my heart.However, in order not to make them sad, I also deliberately avoided this topic.

It never occurred to me that their father, as early as 30 years before they were born, had already lost his soul in the lightning and thunder.

According to the memories of Lao Yu's teacher, the young man who strayed from the 90s to the 60s was really miserable.He originally lived a happy life with his wife and children.Just before the turn of the millennium, the wife conceived a second child.Just as the family was happily welcoming the new millennium and new life, bad luck suddenly fell, and the young and beautiful wife was diagnosed with a malignant tumor.The wife was reluctant to part with the child in her womb, so she temporarily put aside her illness, received conservative treatment, and first worked hard to conceive a new little life.In the face of huge medical expenses, the young man worked day and night, and finally stumbled and fell from a height when going downstairs.When his body shattered heavily on the ground, his soul flew away lightly, breaking free from the shackles of time, and settled in the turbulent 60s.

He couldn't let go of his sick wife, his young son, and his unborn daughter.He's going to make more, more, more money.So, he fell to his knees with tears in his eyes, uttered the bastard words of the little bourgeoisie, and begged the psychics to send him back to the time when he should have existed.The psychics looked at each other, embarrassed.According to the rules, they can only accept the requests of strangers. If they rashly agree to ghosts, even psychics will be punished by heaven.However, at this time, the young soul in front of him has not yet been born, so where can he find the permission of the stranger?

Finally, at the risk of losing his life, the old psychic made the final decision: help him.The old man is over seventy years old. Although he has been immersed in this ghost business for many years, he still has no change in his old-fashioned heart.He really sympathized with this young man who came from 30 years later, so he made the decision to send him back.A group of psychics rummaged through Chinese and foreign ancient books, and finally found several related records thousands of years ago.A group of people carefully crossed the river by feeling the stones, and finally succeeded in forming an array and sent the young man's soul back.

Thirty years later, the group of psychics remembered the young man and tried their best to find his wife's ghost.Soon after the young man died, his wife gave birth to a baby girl.However, childbirth took a huge toll on his wife's life and aggravated her already dangerous condition.Before the baby girl was 30 days old, the young wife also died.The wife suddenly became a new ghost, and was found by a group of ghosts of psychics.She blankly tells them that she has never seen her husband's ghost.

Only then did the psychics know that the soul of the young man had left the 60s.However, it did not go back to the 90s.

The young couple both died, leaving the helpless brother and sister in this world, and the two children were sent to the orphanage.Although the little boy is not yet four years old, he has already shown a calmness and precocity beyond his peers.He told the aunts in the orphanage solemnly: "Don't name us, our parents have named us."

The handsome little boy was cute, coupled with his mature expression, the aunt of the orphanage who was in charge of registration was delighted to see him, and asked him, "Well, what's your name and your sister's name?"

"My name is Su Muqiu. Su from Suzhou, Mu who bathes, and Qiu who is in autumn." Then, he hugged the sleeping baby girl tightly in his arms, "Her name is Su Mucheng. The first two characters are the same as mine, and orange means orange." orange."

……

It turned out that the brother and sister's mother's surname was not a marriage tragedy, but a husband's silent confession to his wife despite the traditional rules.

Where did his ghost go? His wife didn't know, the psychics didn't know, maybe even he himself didn't know.

Aunt Su in front of her trembled and bit her lips, raised her eyes solemnly to look at me, and repeated her request: "So, Xiaoqing, I beg you, Auntie... Please, please, please don't save me. Mu Qiu."

I looked up and looked directly into her eyes.It was a pair of still beautiful eyes, with mountains and rivers far away, but full of sorrow.She had lost her husband forever - both in the world of the living and in the world of the dead.She didn't want to, and didn't dare to let her son make the same mistakes again.After an absence of seven years, being able to meet Su Muqiu again in this quiet place is already a rare blessing from heaven for a mother.

but.

"Auntie, I can't promise you."

I stared into her eyes, word by word, loud and clear.I have called her aunt for so many years, and it was only at this moment that I suddenly remembered: She is also a woman who is too young.In the past 20 years, I have lived all her years.Now, standing in front of her, I am not only a later junior, but also a young woman of the same age who can talk to her on an equal footing.

A tremor flashed in those beautiful and sad eyes, and then infinite puzzlement poured out.

"Xiaoqing, Mr. Gu should have told you about the risks involved."

"Yes, I know that."

"So……"

"Auntie." I called her in a deep voice, my heart pounding, "Don't forget, whether it's you, me, or Mu Qiu herself, we can't decide this matter."

The tense expression on Aunt Su's face loosened slightly: "You mean..."

"Mucheng." I turned my head and looked at the red Excellent Era neon sign not far from the window.It used to be a lighthouse at night, illuminating Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng's countless sleepless nights, "Only Mucheng can decide whether I should save Mu Qiu or not."

This is the first lesson I learned from my grandpa.

You can only listen to human speech, not ghost speech.

I am a psychic, even if I am connected to life and death, I can only be a detached bystander.

However, at that moment, I was more aware of the answer in my heart than ever before——

save him.

I want to save him.

And I know that Mucheng also wants to save him, and Ye Xiu also wants to save him.

We all want him to live well.

"I will explain the situation to Muqiu Mucheng, good or bad, I will tell them. I will also tell Mucheng your opinion." In the end, I can only comfort Aunt Su in this way, "But, the final decision , must be done by Mucheng."

Aunt Su pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something to refute me.After a lot of searching, she finally said in a very low voice, very uncertainly, but still cautiously: "Xiaoqing, but, don't you want to be with Mu Qiu...to be together forever?"

I was stunned.

It turns out that all my little thoughts are so obvious to the elders.

Aunt Su means exactly the same as grandpa.They all thought, since I have loved Su Muqiu for so many years, and have been sad for his departure for so many years, then——since he is back, since I can see him, and since I can be with him, why should I let him take the risk? What about the danger of being out of your wits?Moreover, even if he successfully returned to the past, he might not survive the near-fatal car accident.He can accept the fact of death with peace of mind, and live comfortably and comfortably in the world of the undead.Just like Aunt Yang, death is not the end, and sometimes it is not even a bad thing.Here, he has his mother and many relatives he didn't know before his death.And as time flies by, we will eventually return to the blue light and be in the same world with him again.So long as he can forsake the many pursuits of this world, he has nothing to lose.

However, I know he doesn't want to.

Because, I don't want to either.

"Auntie, I want Mu Qiu to live again...Really, as a person, to live a good life. I want to see him participate in the competition, I want to see him win prizes with Ye Xiu, and I want to see him give Mucheng a gift. Go to college. Even if he can’t be a champion or a god of glory, I hope he can get up, eat, quarrel with us every day, grow up like an ordinary person, meet someone he likes, marry and have children, Then grow old in peace and be a nice little old man. If I didn't let him live just to be with him, I'd be selfish, I'd be a damn thing."

I started to cry, and Aunt Su also cried.

Why do the elders imagine me as such a selfish person?

I really never thought about keeping him with me forever.

Because not only do I like him, I adore him.Rather than owning him, I hope that he will be watched and cheered by the whole world, and that he will always be a bright light shining in front of me.

If the sky is loving, the sky is also old, there are so many dream chasers in the world.

I am the light chaser following him.

Just like in the song, how small I am, because of him I can dream.Even if he won't stay for me, I'm willing to follow behind him.

Just this is enough.

After persuading Aunt Su to leave, I returned to the room with a tired face, and saw Su Muqiu sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at my left mobile phone in a daze.He can't open the phone, and he doesn't know what's so good about this small black box.

He heard the sound of my door opening and raised his eyes: "Mom is gone?"

"Well, she's going to Mucheng's place to have a look." I sat back beside him and picked up my phone. In the past ten or ten minutes, no one has contacted me again. "How do you feel when you see Aunt Su again?"

I just raised this question very casually, but Su Muqiu thought about it seriously.

"It's as beautiful as I remember." He said, "And...Mucheng looks more and more like her." He thought for a while in silence, but finally added: "But, I can see, she very unhappy."

"Yes, she is unhappy." I raised my eyes and looked directly into Su Muqiu's eyes, "Mu Qiu, I have something to tell you."

This opening statement made Su Muqiu hesitate for a moment.Then, he also showed a serious expression.

"Xiaoqing," I heard him call my name, his tone was calm and gentle, as if it happened yesterday again, "Do you... have a way to save me?"

This time, I turned pale with shock: "You know?"

Su Muqiu's eyes seemed to be lit up in an instant.He raised the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, shook his head first, and then nodded: "I've seen before that you're hiding something from me, and so is Mom..." When he said this, he couldn't sit still. Standing up on the edge of the bed, he lowered his head and wandered for a few steps, and said slowly as he walked, "But, I dare not think too well, I am afraid that what you are hiding from me is not what I thought, and I am afraid that it will be in vain... So, Xiaoqing, can you really save me? Can I really come back to life?" He no longer wandered, he stopped, squatted down and looked at me, his clear eyes were full of hope, Filled my heart with unbearable.

"Yes, but there is also the possibility of failure."

His eyes dimmed instantly.However, he quickly pulled himself together, sat down on the edge of my bed, and put on a posture of listening attentively: "You say."

I don't know how long I've been talking, I just feel that at the end, my mouth is dry and my throat is that kind of burning pain.After I finished talking, I didn't dare to look at Su Muqiu again, but reached out and found a box of Golden Throat Lozenges from the backpack next to the bed.At this time, the superiority of my profession is reflected-I still remember to carry throat lozenges with me.

I swallowed a round lozenge, and a cool sensation hit my burning throat.At my throat, ice and fire clashed.Very inappropriately, I actually thought of the game of Forest of Fire and Ice at this moment.In the Excellent Era Internet Cafe back then, Su Muqiu turned sideways with a disgusted expression on his face, manipulating the red figurine, and completed the difficult task with me.He always said that this little red fire man looked dull, not at all like the smart him.

——However, that was so many years ago.

"I want to live." In the silence, only his voice was exceptionally clear.

I turned my head and looked at him.The lozenge in my mouth was still cool and pungent, and I couldn't help but burst into tears in an instant.

"Xiaoqing, I want to live." He repeated, his eyes solemn and sincere, as if he had made the most important decision in his 18 years of life, "Even if the price is to lose my soul."

I closed my eyes and let the tears run down my cheeks.I nodded emphatically.

"Tomorrow, let's go find Mucheng together."

I thought it would be a sleepless night.However, I still fell into a deep sleep in the noisy sound effects from the computer.

In the dream, I saw Su Muqiu in the mist and dew in front of me.He is no longer a boy, no longer a teenager.He really is a young man who has grown up safely.His hair was cut short, and his figure was still thin, but his shoulders were strong.He was wearing Excellent Era's red team uniform, with the maple leaf-shaped team emblem fluttering in the wind on the back.He turned his head, stared at me through the long river of time, and smiled at me.

Then, Ye Xiu appeared behind him, and Mucheng appeared again.They were all wearing red Excellent Era uniforms, the bright red hurt my eyes.He stood among them alive, no longer a cold stone tablet in Nanshan Cemetery, no longer a ray of dead soul glowing with faint blue light.He really exists.

Then, another graceful figure walked up to his side.I couldn't see that person's face clearly, and I couldn't confirm if it was sister Ning Xuan.But I know that no matter who the woman is, they love each other deeply.I felt tears slid down my face, but it was no longer because of sour jealousy—a warm current surged in my heart, and I was sincerely happy for him.

I opened my mouth, but my throat was hot and cold, and I couldn't make a sound because of the stinging pain.I want to call out his name loudly, I want to tell him clearly: Su Muqiu, I want to see you grow up, I want to see you grow old, I want to see you have all the happiness in this world.

"Xiaoqing, why haven't you followed up?" He asked me, his voice was clear, and there was a slight difference from him.

Once again, I took a step in my dream.This time, I am no longer chasing mountains and rivers to recover the time we used to exist, but trekking mountains and rivers to a future where he exists.

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The author has something to say: Today, countless people got marriage certificates on pyq. After checking the almanac, it was indeed a good day, so I came to update it.

The story of Mother Su risking her life to give birth to a child has a prototype, which comes from "Human World".

A good news and a bad news.

The good news is that I have finished writing all the manuscripts for the main body of this article (although I haven't finished writing the extra part yet)

坏消息是寒假马上就要结束了（大悲——）感谢在2022-02-0912:11:44~2022-02-1121:51:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Ererqing; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!