"Over there!"
Zhiqiu Yiye pointed to the black shadow in front of a thatched house and whispered something in Ji Mo's ear.
Ji Mo turned his head slightly to one side and moved a little farther away. He was not used to unfamiliar people being too close to him.
Nodding slightly, Ji Mo said: "I saw it, but we don't have to hide it. That person is not a monster!".
"Well, I can smell it!" Zhiqiu Yiye shrugged his nose and said: "There is no evil spirit in that figure, and there is no smell of ghosts, only popularity. However, why are you playing the erhu in the middle of the night!" .
At the end, his words were full of complaints.
"Wait!" Just when the two of them were about to go out, Ji Mo raised his hand, stopped Yiye Zhiqiu, and said, "Something is coming!".
"Huh? Let's take a look!" Zhiqiu Yiye was startled, raised his eyes and looked around. After seeing a pale figure, he said: "A female ghost! She walked towards the man playing the erhu!".
"I see..." Although Ji Mo doesn't practice Taoism, his level has reached his level. Every move can drive the vitality of heaven and earth. Entering Taoism with martial arts does not have to be done by practicing magic. Therefore, he can naturally see it. Ghostly things.
"Hurry, Brother Ji, we have saved that female ghost! It will be bad if she doesn't hurt anyone." As he said that, Zhiqiu Yiye was about to get up and kill.
Ji Mo held Zhiqiu Yiye's shoulders and said, "Wait a minute, that female ghost won't hurt that person.".
"Huh? How could it be! As long as it's a ghost, it's not a good thing!" Zhiqiu Yiye said with certainty. Seeing Ji Mo shaking his head, he then asked suspiciously: "How can you be sure?".
"Because there is love in the eyes of that female ghost, love for the person playing the erhu!" Ji Mo said faintly, looking at Mo Li in his hand, seeming to think of Portelia, his eyes became gentle.
"Qiang!" Mo Li trembled slightly, as if he felt Ji Mo's gaze, and responded.
Seeing this, Ji Mo was overjoyed, knowing that this was a sign that Portelia was about to wake up.
However, because of the melodious sound of the knife, the sound of the erhu suddenly stopped, and the female ghost standing next to the person playing the erhu couldn't help but look back to where Ji Mo and the others were.
"Let's go out, we've been discovered!" Ji Mo said softly, looked at Zhiqiu Yiye and said: "Don't take action yet, let's check the situation! Let's pretend not to see the female ghost for now. ...".
"Understood!" Zhiqiu Yiye nodded, looking very relaxed. After all, the female ghost was just an ordinary ghost.
"Who are you two?" Seeing the two people at Ji Mo, the man playing the erhu raised his head. Suddenly, a snow-white beard and a wrinkled face appeared in front of Ji Mo and two people.
"Two passers-by!" Ji Mo replied, while Zhiqiu Yiye, with a puzzled and impatient look on his face, said: "Old man, if you don't sleep at night, why are you playing the erhu? It's so weird! ".
The old man was stunned for a moment, but he was no longer angry. Instead, he laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to stroke the beard hanging down to his chest, and said with a smile: "Then this is really the old man's fault!".
Seeing the old man readily admitting his mistake, Zhiqiu Yiye felt a little embarrassed and said: "It didn't scare me, but we...".
"I wonder why the old man is playing the huqin at this time?" Ji Mo interrupted Zhiqiu Yiye and asked his doubts.
The old man's eyes dimmed, his hand stroking his beard paused slightly, and after putting the erhu aside, he sighed faintly: "Because I'm waiting for Zixiang...".
Hearing this, Ji Mo glanced at the female ghost with tears in her eyes and had an idea.
"Zixiang?" Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who is Zixiang?".
"Zixiang is my beloved woman!" Even though he is older, the old man still looks a little unnatural when he talks about his beloved woman. He looks like a little boy in love for the first time.
"What about her?" Zhiqiu Yiye continued to ask without any concern.
The old man shook his head and said: "I don't know. When she and I made an appointment to meet here, she said that at the third watch, she would let me lead the way with the sound of the piano to meet me. At that time, we would go far away together."
Ji Mo glanced at the female ghost who was standing aside, looking at the old man affectionately and crying, and asked: "At the beginning?".
The old man said with a look of reminiscence on his face: "Well, fifty-eight years ago...".
"Fifty-eight years!" Zhiqiu Yiye screamed and said in disbelief: "You have been waiting here for fifty-eight years! You have been playing the piano for fifty-eight years!?".
"Yes!" The old man nodded. He didn't look sad at all. Instead, he smiled softly. He gently pressed his chest with his palm, pressed a love letter he put on his chest, and said warmly: "My son." Xiang said she liked the piano I played, so I played the piano every day, hoping to wait for Zixiang!"
Hearing this, Zhiqiu Yiye opened his mouth and said in confusion: "She took so long...".
"She will definitely come back!" Ji Mo once again interrupted Zhiqiu Yiye, who didn't understand the relationship between men and women.
Hearing this, the old man nodded happily and said firmly: "Well, I know, Zixiang will always do what she promised me, and what I promised Zixiang, I will never let her down!".
Fifty-eight years of waiting, more than 20,000 days and nights of waiting, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain, frost, wind and snow, the sound of the piano playing on time every day, the hair turning from black to white, looking at the old man with a smile on his face. , at the end of the season, such a shocking picture suddenly appeared in my mind.
This is the most beautiful picture drawn with affection and colored with time.
"Woo!" A suppressed cry came, making Yiye Zhiqiu suddenly look at the female ghost, and then he seemed to understand something, looked at Ji Mo in disbelief, and said: "She...".
Ji Mo nodded slightly.
Although the old man didn't hear the ghost's cry, he seemed to feel something. He looked at where the female ghost was, smiled softly, and opened his mouth and said, "Is it Zixiang?"
Perhaps, he has already realized something, but he is unwilling and does not want to ruin the promise between the two of them...
With the weeping sound of the piano every night and waiting day and night, the old man spent fifty-eight years waiting for his lover, but he did not know that her lover was by his side.
With sad cries every night and waiting day and night, Zixiang spent fifty-eight years guarding her lover, but she could not touch her lover who was so close.
One person and one ghost, one cannot see the other and the other cannot touch the other, but they have also spent fifty-eight years waiting and guarding each other. What kind of deep love can reach such an extent.
How many fifty-eight years can a person have in his lifetime?
For most people, it’s probably one…
Thinking of this, even Zhiqiu Yiye, who didn't understand the relationship between men and women, was shocked by the deep love between the two.
