Tianfang floated up to the attic, and the layout in front of her felt both familiar and strange.
The half-open makeup box was covered with cobwebs, and there were even tiny spiders crawling on it. The lipstick paper placed in front of the rhombus mirror has faded and turned white.
Tianfang reached out to touch it and passed through the pearl hairpin.
She forgot that she was a ghost now and couldn't touch these things.
Judging from the dilapidated condition of the attic, Tianfang had indeed been dead for a long time, and the accumulation of dust made this elegant boudoir look dim.
Fu Zhu cast a dust-purifying spell, and the attic was immediately cleaned. Tianfang's eyes lit up and she said, "This is what my boudoir looked like before I died."
She floated to the window and seemed to want to open it. Fu Zhu walked over and helped her push the window door open.
Tianfang said enthusiastically: "At that time, the window was open, and the sun shone in from here, and it happened to fall on my bed."
"During the locust flower season, the shadows of strings of snow-white locust flowers will be reflected in my water chestnut mirror."
Fu Zhu saw that her soul seemed a little thicker.
Is it because Tianfang remembered some things from her lifetime?
On the contrary, once she forgets everything in the world, her soul completely dissipates.
"Fu beads?" Tianfang floated back, "What are you thinking about?"
Fu Zhu shook his head, his eyes fell on the dressing table, "Do you want those hairpin jewelry?"
She just saw Tianfang's eyes stagnating on it for a while.
Tianfang was a little embarrassed and whispered: "I'm already dead, and I still care about these external things. Isn't it very worthless..."
But when she was alive, she was an eldest lady, with endless rouge, gouache, and endless silks and satins to wear. After her death, she only had plain clothes. It was very miserable to think about it.
She just loves beauty.
Fu Zhu found a copper basin and burned the jewelry in the makeup box to Tianfang. She was dressing and tying her hair in front of the rhombus mirror with a happy expression, her behavior was elegant, and her memories gradually overlapped with those of the past.
In fact, Sutang had been to the attic more than once, but she had never mentioned asking her to burn some jewelry for herself.
With Sutang's temperament, he would definitely make a mean joke on himself, even though he was a ghost, he still loves beauty so much.
Fu Zhu asked her: "If there is anything else you want, I will burn it for you."
Oh, by the way, she should burn some more beautiful clothes for Tianfang. The eldest lady will wear silk and satin.
Tianfang turned around, her head shaking slightly. She saw that the talisman beads seemed to be looking for something, and asked: "What are you looking for? I should know where to put it."
Fu Zhu took out a pile of clothes from Fanping's wardrobe and said with a smile on his face, "Found it."
The clothes are a bit old-fashioned, but the fabrics are excellent, and the patterns embroidered with gold thread are lifelike.
Tianfang felt a little embarrassed, "How should I put away so many things?"
The bun was filled with gold and silver jewelry, and she felt less light.
A faint smile appeared on Fu Zhu's lips, and she reassured Tianfang, "I found a new place for you."
"Huh?" Tianfang was slightly confused, and saw a plain bead lying in the palm of her hand. She liked wealth, gold and silver, but unexpectedly felt that this bead was more beautiful than gold and silver.
Tianfang approached Suzhu curiously, and a clear breath enveloped her. The next moment, she appeared in a completely unfamiliar place.
The atmosphere inside made Tianfang feel extremely comfortable and peaceful.
Tianfang left Shulan Dzi and reappeared in the attic. She said, "Fu Zhu, I like the new home you found for me very much."
She no longer wanted to hide under the cold, damp, dark old locust tree.
Moreover, the new home has a lot of space, and even if she moves the entire attic, it can still fit in it.
The talisman bead smiled, strung the separated Shulan Dzi bead with red thread separately, and placed it at the heart.
Tianfang's soul and the remnant soul of her senior sister are both too weak, and they need to be nourished by her soul power every day.
"I seem to have forgotten something very important. Fu Zhu, can you help me look for it?" Tianfang suddenly patted his forehead in annoyance.
She thought hard for a while, "Maybe it's not in the attic, maybe it is, I can't remember clearly."
"Okay, I'll help you find it."
Fu Zhu rummaged through the entire attic and asked Tianfang every time he took out something. She kept shaking her head.
"Maybe it's not in the attic, let's look elsewhere." Fu Zhu's tone was not discouraged.
Tianfang heard this and floated out of the attic. When she passed a room, she stopped.
"I feel familiar here."
Fu Zhu raised his eyes and looked at it. This room was the main house and should be the residence of Tianfang's parents, but Tianfang obviously forgot about it and Fu Zhu didn't take the initiative to mention it.
The door was locked, and a spiritual light blade popped out from the talisman bead. He opened the lock lightly and pushed the door open.
Tianfang was floating around, and she was helpless in front of some closed drawers, "Fu Zhu, I have to ask you to help me see what's inside again."
Fu Zhu squatted down and pried open the lock. As soon as he opened it halfway, Tianfang couldn't wait to say: "This is the cloth tiger, it is very important to me."
The cloth tiger is only about the size of a palm, and is made of fine fabrics with fine stitches. You can tell at a glance that the person who sewed it was very attentive.
"Do you want me to burn it for you?" Fu Zhu asked.
Tianfang hesitated, but finally nodded, "Burn it."
Fu Zhu stretched out her hand to pick up the cloth tiger, and accidentally touched something. She heard a "click", she looked sideways, and half of the drawer next to her popped out by itself.
Tianfang was shocked for a moment by this sudden change, and her body trembled, but she couldn't hold back her curiosity and moved closer.
She peeked out of a small crack and saw a rusty copper shaft.
"The feet are tied with a red rope, and a good relationship is established. The promise is made with a white head, written to the red paper, and the red leaf alliance is made with the mandarin duck genealogy..."
Fu Zhu looked at Tianfang, who also had a blank look on her face, her eyes falling on the name on the marriage certificate.
Preface by Lin Fang.
Fu Zhu recalled that when her consciousness was exploring Su Tang's entry into the house, the word on the plaque she saw was the word "Lin".
So Tianfang told Sutang's name because she was influenced by the remnant soul of her senior sister and her memory was confused.
Her real name should be Lin Fangxu.
Tianfang realized that the marriage document was hers and read it word for word, "Is that Shen Kecheng my fiancé?"
"Do you want to find him?"
After Fu Zhu asked, Tianfang showed struggle and confusion on his face, and finally said with relief, "It's been so many years, what are you doing with him?"
"And I can't remember this person at all. Maybe he has a family and a wife. I'd better not disturb him."
"But you have the marriage certificate here. This is a contract. If he marries someone else, it will not be recognized by heaven and earth."
Tianfang said: "Fu Zhu, please help me destroy this marriage contract."
"It is my Lin family who cannot fulfill the contract. Shen Kecheng should not be bound by this."
"What if Shen Kecheng dies too?" Fu Zhu held the marriage certificate and said, "With the contract, even after reincarnation, you and him can still continue your marriage in this life."
As long as the marriage contract is not destroyed, Shen Kecheng will wait for Lin Fangxu for the rest of his life until their marriage is over.
Tianfang laughed out loud, "Then he must be too miserable, spending his whole life alone."
Fu Zhu lowered his eyes and saw that the signature on the marriage certificate was from a hundred years ago.
(End of chapter)
