"Unbearable to Copy" by Wuxin Mage

Tang Shanhai asked Mama Wu, who was cooking, to make a bowl of sesame bean curd, sprinkled with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers pickled last year, and brought the steaming bowl to the little girl.He undid the tie himself, undid two buttons, and let his mind go.Turning around, the little girl sat on the sofa and carefully scooped up a spoonful of bean curd, brought it to her mouth, tasted it and frowned, but didn't swallow it.

"Sweet?"

"Of course it's sweet." Tang Shanhai laughed, "Isn't the bean curd sweet?"

"I've only eaten salty bean curd," the girl said, but she took a spoonful and tasted it in her mouth. "However, the sweet ones are not bad."

"Northern people." Tang Shanhai sat down opposite him, lit a cigarette, "Come to study in Shanghai?"

"There was a war in Tianjin, and my family fled to Shanghai. I didn't expect that Shanghai would also be at war." The girl pursed her mouth, and sipped on the silver spoon, "My parents ran away to Hong Kong, leaving me to finish my studies in Shanghai. "

Tang Shanhai laughed, this little girl is really unscrupulous, she casually talks so much to strangers, she is not afraid of encountering bad guys.

"You called me Zhang Xianzong today, did you recognize the wrong person?" He looked at the little girl eating bean curd with great enthusiasm, "My surname is Tang, Tang Shanhai."

"My name is Yue Qiluo." She put down the bowl and looked at him, "Yue Qiluo."

Tang Shanhai was flustered by her look, and he didn't know what she wanted to do. His eyes were like silver needles, piercing people's hearts, as if he was searching for something.He thought about it, but couldn't remember that he had heard the name before.

"Okay, Yue Qiluo." He smiled, feeling that the little girl was really weird.

"I don't care, anyway, you are Zhang Xianzong." She picked up the bowl and took small bites, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, I will let you remember."

Tang Shanhai sat with his knees propped up, and began to ponder in his heart.What's up with this girl?He couldn't figure it out at all.If they were from Chongqing, their way would be too wild.If he came to kill him, why didn't he do it?

"Xiao...Miss Yue," the girl on the opposite side was drinking tofu curd, shaking her little feet and humming a song, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, now I know, your name is Tang Shanhai." Yue Qiluo smiled at him innocently, the dirt on his face hadn't been wiped off yet.

"You don't know me, but you dare to follow me?" Tang Shanhai wondered, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy?"

"I believe you are not a bad person." Yue Qiluo sat on the sofa and looked around, "Look, you have so many books at home."

Tang Shanhai didn't speak, she just stared at him and said, "Do you think it's strange for me, a little girl, to come to your house casually?"

"Then come here, and I'll tell you a secret."

He leaned over obediently, quietly holding the handle of the gun with his right hand under his clothes.

"Slap!" Unexpectedly, he received a slap on the forehead, neither light nor heavy, and the slap made him dizzy, and a wave of hot air hissed from the Tianling Gai to his whole body.

Before Tang Shanhai could react, the little girl had already left the sofa, ran to his bookshelf, stroked the spine of his books, and read them one by one.

"The Fall of the House of Usher" she pulled out a book, "You like Edgar Allan Poe too?"

He froze for a moment, "Well, I read some in my spare time."

"Then, have you read this book?"

She held the book in front of him.Tang Shanhai stared at the title of the book, thinking about the content, but couldn't remember it.He stretched out his hand to take the book, but unexpectedly that Miss Yue had already pulled the book back.

"Then can you lend me this book? I study at Santa Maria Catholic School two blocks away. I won't steal your book."

Before Tang Shanhai could react, the girl had already moved back a long way with the book in her arms, bouncing away.

"I'm leaving, thank you for the Douhua, I will return the book to you."

He glanced at his pocket watch, it was only four o'clock in the morning.He shouted at the back: "Aren't you going back to the dormitory?"

"The nanny in the dormitory gets up to boil hot water at four o'clock, see you later! Don't forget, my name is Yue Qiluo." The voice got farther and farther away, and it had already passed the gate.

Tang Shanhai kept rubbing the pistol at his waist, already sweating a little.He decided that this girl was not an ordinary person, and he just wanted to find out her details before making plans.Now is the best time, he took out his pistol and pointed it at the girl's back.The distance is not that big, and his hand has always been very steady. Once the shot is fired, there will be no future troubles.Regardless of whether she is a military commander or a puppet Wang, all the scheming he can make of her will be invalidated here.

But he couldn't do it, the name echoed in his mind.Yue Qiluo.It's the name of a girl from a good family. She looks so innocent. It's because she is too good at acting or has no intentions.What can she get from him?He believes that he is still flawless for the time being.

The figure ran away and disappeared into the thick morning fog.He lost sight.

There was still an empty bowl of bean curd on the table, still steaming.The girl came and went like a ghost in the middle of the night, leaving a little trace to prove that this was not his lucid dream.

"Mother Wu, clean up the dishes and make a pot of coffee. I'll go straight to work later."

Yue Qiluo had another nightmare that night, it was the same dream.She dreamed of Zhang Xianzong who had lost his primordial spirit, and his eyes were still looking in her direction.Those eyes were like pools of stagnant water, a mass of jelly without light.She drowned in the pool of stagnant water, and she couldn't escape no matter how hard she struggled.As soon as she struggled, decades passed, and no one spoke to her again.

She was awakened by a knock on the door. Her roommate had had breakfast and told her to get up and go to class.

"Lingqing, wake up, don't sleep."

She sat for a long time before she remembered that Lingqing was her name.Next to her pillow was the book she had brought back from Tang Shanhai's house, with the English title written in gold letters.

She remembered that last night she finally met Zhang Xianzong face to face and brought back a book.Yue Qiluo dragged the book over and hugged it in her arms naturally.He can smell his scent on the book, he wears cologne, he looks like a dog, superficial!Yue Qiluo thought in her heart that if she was reincarnated, she would not be able to change her smugness, and it would only get worse.His current name is Tang Shanhai, which is quite strange, and she hasn't called Shunkou yet.

Yue Qiluo got out of bed slowly, thinking while tidying up.Yesterday she returned the two souls she had collected, and with the one soul in his body, there are still two souls and five souls.She counted with her fingers, not knowing when she could get it all together.

Thinking of this, she was in a good mood, planning to see Tang Shanhai next time, to try to see if he could remember the past.

Wuxin finished pasting the paper figurines that day and returned home, fell asleep until the sun was high.Woke up hungry and wanted to go out for lunch, when he went out of the back room, he saw Yue Qiluo sitting in the main room drinking tea lingeringly.

"...Don't come here all the time, come to pay for my ten little yellow croakers?"

"Selling you is not worth ten small yellow croakers." Yue Qiluo took a sip of tea and frowned, "Your tea is too poor in taste, it doesn't have any fragrance, and the bitterness is too much."

Wu Xin sat at the table and snatched the tea cup from her hand, "If you don't drink it, don't drink it. Our family likes to drink this kind of bitter tea that the fisherman eats. It is not worthy of your Miss Yue."

Yue Qiluo pursed her lips, not caring about him, and said seriously: "Wuxin, I have found out the origin of Zhang Xianzong's life."

"Oh." Wu Xin was not interested.

"Zhang Xianzong's name in this life is Tang Shanhai. He is an agent who defected from the Chongqing Army Command. He is now working in the New National Government's Operations Department."

"Yo, that's right, he's a rebellious guy again." Wu Xin lifted the tea bowl and blew on the steam.

"Shut up!" Yue Qiluo slapped the table again.

"You can't tell the truth?" Wuxin endured the hunger in her stomach and drank a few sips of hot tea to save the emergency, "Then why did you come to me?"

"You have seen a lot, let me ask you. You said that there is only one soul left, can you still remember the things of the previous life?"

"You are also a Taoist student after all, so why don't you ask me about such a professional matter?" Wuxin tsk-tsk, "Where would I know where to go. But even though I have never drank Mengpo soup, my soul is so incomplete that I can't remember it even if I want to. "

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Don't dare, it's just nonsense."

Yue Qiluo rolled his eyes at him and stopped talking.Wuxin had already guessed that she was like this, and with her disbelief in fate, even if she told her a hundred truths, she would definitely not believe it.It's better to follow her words.

"Hey, Yue Qiluo, I have to remind you. Although I don't know much about this aspect, the souls gathered by lonely souls and wild ghosts may not get together soon, and their fate is so bad——"

"You mean, Tang Shanhai won't live long in this life?"

"You are so straightforward, unlucky, unlucky."

"Is it useful to draw a good fortune?" Yue Qiluo's face darkened, "Whatever his fate is, with me, this Tang Shanhai will live for me soon. I have practiced soul art for hundreds of years, and he is an ordinary man. I can't hold back my soul?"

After Yue Qiluo finished speaking, she got up and smoothed the folds of her skirt, opened the door without saying hello, and left.

Wu Xin looked at her back and took a sip of tea, that figure was slim and petite, very young.But what weighed on this shadow were hundreds of years of lives, human lives, her life, and the lives of countless others.There are not many people in the world who are immortal. Some people can't die even if they want to, and some people want to live even if they hold their breath.He couldn't understand that Yue Qiluo once held his last breath and struggled to live every day.But when he took a sip of tea just now, he suddenly figured out something.

He felt that every day Yue Qiluo lived was extremely lonely.

The author has something to say: Attached setting: Because it is a secondary setting, overhead, so here are some changes to the original plot of the sparrow.In my setting, Tang Shanhai came to Shanghai alone first, and married Xu Bicheng later.Because it is not good for Lao Yue to bother a married man, it is not very authentic, so it is changed to what it is now.Please excuse me.