Museum of the Dead

Chapter 34 Jiang Shanshan

Among the people who came to the funeral, there was a gentle-looking man. He looked very haggard, and the sadness between his brows could not be melted away even with a cloud of snow melting on it.

Wearing metal-rimmed glasses and a black suit, he was well-mannered and well-bred.

Fei Yan saw that he was lighting a stick of incense for the dean, bowed three times, put the flowers he bought in front of the portrait, stayed for a while, and left.

Fei Yan remembered that this person was the dean's ex-husband, that is, Jiang Shanshan's biological father.

"Xiaoyan, are you here?" A tall, bald man called him, his voice was hoarse, which was caused by sorrow and grief, "I can't contact you anyway, I didn't expect you to Come."

Fei Yan stood up and said hello, while thinking about how to explain that he came here: "Uncle Lu, I... I had some problems recently, but it doesn't matter, it has been resolved. You... my condolences."

Lu Qing is the current husband of the dean. When Fei Yan was in the orphanage, the two had a good relationship. Now that the person next to him is dead, he doesn't know how to comfort this middle-aged man who lost his wife and whose daughter is missing.

"It's good if you can come..." Lu Qing's sad mood seemed to be a little heavier, his eyes were red, "You haven't come for several months, and your Aunt Jiang whispers in my ear every day, when will Xiaoyan come? This child He is a very nice person, but life is too hard, we think about him in everything, just treat him like our own son..."

Lu Qing said that in the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, his nasal voice became more and more serious, and tears finally poured out uncontrollably, but he tried his best to hold back the crying, trying to retain the last trace of calmness in front of the younger generation.

Fei Yan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he knew that people are born, grow old, get sick and die, and he is no exception.Once the body dies, the soul leaves the body, goes to hell with black and white impermanence, drinks Mengpo soup, and then walks across a large Naihe bridge with manzhushahua, the next life will come, and the memory of the previous life will not be carried to the next life , is a brand new beginning.

But what he saw from Lu Qing was grief, pain, and irrepressible pain.

The deceased is dead, but the people who live and miss him are the most tragic.This is a memory that cannot be forgotten and buried. Although it will slowly fade or even heal with the passage of time, once it is mentioned, it will be painful.

Lu Qing looked a little dazed, maybe he was recalling the good times of the family of three, or maybe he was thinking about the moment when that dear one held his last breath in front of the hospital bed.

He finally came back to his senses and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket: "I'll go outside for a while."

Fei Yan nodded and watched him go outside, leaning against the tree in the yard, smoking one cigarette after another.

"The two of them planted that tree together." Fei Yan pointed out the camphor tree in the yard to Yin Luan. Grow up with us and see who grows faster."

"Now that I have grown up, the tree has grown taller, but there is one less person who planted the tree together."

Fei Yan raised his head, the sky gradually darkened, even the temperature dropped, and the evening wind blew, bringing a chill.

"Now I finally understand how important it is to have a family member." Fei Yan looked lonely, with his head downcast, "They are the spiritual sustenance."

"It's your thoughts after a hard day's work, the lamp left in the living room, and the paths the two of you walked countless times together, and the shops you visited together."

"Even me, when I heard the news of her passing, it felt like a piece of my heart was dug out," Fei Yan looked at the man who had finished smoking a pack of cigarettes and squatted under a tree, "Uncle Lu... he what to do?"

Fei Yan felt that his whole body was completely cooled by the wind, and suddenly - someone circled his back, and he fell into a warm embrace.

Yin Lu'an's temperature and breath are very familiar to him, but it is the first time for him to embrace such comforting meaning.

Fei Yan has lived a strong life for more than 20 years, and no one has hugged him like this since he remembered it. This hug came suddenly but was irresistible.

He couldn't push it away - people can't refuse the kindness and warmth that comes in handy when they are the most vulnerable and sad.

He felt that his whole body was sunk in the man's broad arms, and the man who had always been silent, this time actually put his hands around his neck, and his chin rested lightly on his collarbone.

Yin Lu'an's breath landed on Fei Yan's earlobe impartially, and after a while, he spoke in a deep and magnetic voice.

"Fei Yan, I'll be your relative."

I, Yin Luan, a ghost messenger, wandered on the edge of the two worlds, possessed an immortal body, and had no memories.I can't feel the joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows of ordinary people-but I want to be with you, a human being, and watch you grow old, die and reincarnate, and when you die, the pain is all mine.

Fei Yan felt that his whole body was going to be tense, and he bit his lower lip tightly to prevent the crying from coming out of his mouth.His eyes were blurred, tears swirled in his eye sockets and finally burst out, falling straight on Yin Lu'an's arm.

Yin Luan felt it, those few tears hit him like magma, burning his body.

He let go of Fei Yan, turned the person around, stretched out his hand, trying to gently wipe away the tears of the person in front of him, but he gently dodged.

"Don't—" Fei Yan tilted his head uncomfortably, and wiped away the tear stains in twos and threes, his eyes and nose were red due to the rough action.

Yin Luan looked at his wet eyes from crying, with teardrops hanging on his eyelashes, and his heart rate began to lose balance again, so he thought about it first, pressed the shoulder of the person in front of him, and kissed Fei Yan's directly while he was not paying attention. Eye.

The tear that had been hanging on Fei Yan's eyelashes for a long time finally entered the mouth of the curator.

Yin Luan felt it. Tears turned out to be salty and bitter. Tears are the way humans should express pain and sorrow.Human beings relieve their spiritual pain through tears, so it is salty and bitter.

"You—" Fei Yan's eyes widened, and his neck was flushed red to the soles of his feet. He felt that the kiss just now was as light as a cicada's wing, but it remained firmly in his heart.

"Hush!" Yin Lu'an put his index finger in the center of his lips, and pushed his chin toward the tree.

Fei Yan turned his head, and he found that - he could see ghosts!

It was already dark, and the moonlight came in. Fei Yan found that there were a lot of ghosts in this yard, which might be because the children were so dark.

There was a long-haired ghost flying back and forth in the air, with a livid face and a long tongue. It was probably a hanged ghost. At this moment, he was trembling and making terrifying screams.

If Fei Yan hadn't experienced the world inside those two doors, he would definitely jump up at this time!

"I opened your dark eyes," Yin Lu'an seemed to be explaining why he kissed him in the eyes just now, but now this explanation seems to be "there is no silver 300 taels here", "you can see ghosts for a while, and they will disappear in a while .”

Fei Yan saw that he wanted to fool the matter just now, so he didn't bother to expose him. Firstly, he was embarrassed, and secondly, he saw the dean's ghost.

Lu Qing was standing under the tree at this time, stroking the somewhat rough trunk with his hands. The tears on his face had already been dried by the air, so it seemed that he had aged several years overnight.

And beside him, standing quietly, the ghost of the dean.It is looking at the other party with gentle eyes, and there is no black air around it, it has no resentment, it is just yearning.

Lu Qing couldn't feel anything, he couldn't see the soul of the person closest to him in front of him, and his expression was still lonely and depressed.

Fei Yan stood there quietly. He wanted to go up and talk to it, but he couldn't bear to disturb the time and space of the two.

After a while, the dean turned his head to look here, and Fei Yan happened to meet his gaze, and he couldn't help feeling a kick in his heart, with an indescribable feeling.

The dean is a ghost, so he floated very fast, and he came to Fei Yan in a short while, "Xiaoyan, why...you also..."

"Aunt Jiang!" Fei Yan hadn't seen her for the last time, and it had always been a knot in his heart. Now that the two finally met, he was naturally extremely excited.

He ran up to her, trying to hug her, but passed gently through her body—obviously, since she was a ghost, he couldn't hold her. "

The dean was puzzled again: "Xiaoyan, you seem to be dead...but why are you still alive in your body?"

Fei Yan said helplessly, "Well, I am indeed dead. The person next to me is Yin Luan, the ghost messenger. He first shaped a body for me, and now I don't know where the real body is?"

Of course he didn't want to know, he didn't dare to know.

The dean was surprised at first, and then showed a sad expression, "It's a pity that you are a good boy...everything is good, but life is hard. Forget it... I pray that you will be reborn into a good family in your next life!"

It noticed Yin Lu'an who had been silent all this time. It felt that this man's temperament was different from ordinary people before, and heard that Fei Yan said that this man was a ghost messenger, so he said in a pleading tone: "My lord, you can also find out , our Xiaoyan has been very kind since he was a child, please do me a favor and let him reincarnate into a good family in his next life!"

Yin Lu'an glanced at Fei Yan lightly, and said softly: "I won't let him reincarnate, he will live."

The dean was stunned, unable to understand the whole story for a moment.

He couldn't explain clearly what happened in the Museum of the Undead within a short period of time. Fei Yan looked up and saw that the dean was still frowning, thinking that there must be a wish that hadn't been fulfilled, so he turned the topic to him: "Auntie, Shanshan... ...what's going on?"

When Fei Yan mentioned the only daughter, the dean sighed a few times louder, with a sad tone: "Shanshan...my daughter..."

The dean's tears fell with the words.

"The one that makes me feel the most regrettable is Shanshan. She suddenly said a few months ago that she was going to Tibet, and you know Shanshan's temper. Once she made a decision, ten cows would not be able to pull it out. I didn't object to her. But There was a girl at home, in a place as far away as Tibet, and I was so worried that I wanted her to call me every day to report that she was safe."

"She was very good when she first went there. She called me every day, and often texted me, telling me some interesting things about the trip. I just let her do it. As long as the child is happy, she is also very filial. Send me local specialties every once in a while.”

The dean managed to stop his tears halfway, but now he started to cry again, and even Fei Yan's mood began to sink.

"But... a month ago, she lost contact with me... I couldn't get through to the phone, and I called the police, but now... It's been a month, and no one has been found..."

"I want to see people if I live, and I want to die..." the dean stopped here as he said, it didn't want to admit that Shanshan's missing whereabouts would end in death.

Fei Yan put his hand on its hand. Although the two couldn't touch each other, the collision of hearts made them understand each other's mind.

"I will help you find Shanshan, I will definitely."

At this moment, a gust of wind blows away the clouds that have been covering the moon. Fei Yan raised his eyes and suddenly said, "Tonight, the moonlight is so beautiful."

He pretended to look at Yin Luan casually, wondering how the other party would react after hearing this sentence.

Unexpectedly, Yin Lu'an didn't understand the deep meaning of this sentence at all, he just raised his head to the sky, and said to one of them: "Tianling and Amber are here."

As soon as the words fell, a vortex appeared in the air, and a pair of handsome young men and women jumped out of it.

The author has something to say: Fei Yan: ... I will give you another chance, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight!

Yin Lu'an: ...suitable for stabbing?

Fei Yan: ...

Yi: I knew I was going to play. . . .

Tian Ling and Hu Po: ...had disappeared for several chapters, and finally appeared~~~

Can you imagine these few chapters in just one afternoon...

And the hundreds of thousands of books are only seven days...

By the way, do the little angels have extra nutrient solution... I want to try the one-click thank you function~