The soul that persists in obsession will turn into a ghost. The ghost wanders by the river of obsession. Looking at the sad eyes of the loved ones, resentment breeds and no one can cross it.
Resentment and obsession pulled at the soul lingering in the world. Zhao Qi controlled his head to stop in the middle of the river, protecting his sister.
But he didn't have enough strength. He couldn't let his sister see him, and he didn't want her to see him either.
When he was alive, what he studied most was poetry and calligraphy.
His father was the captain of the city's guards. He was not only outstanding in martial arts, but also full of knowledge.
It's a pity that he was born when his family was in decline, when he needed to lay the foundation most, they were always on the run, Beizhou was in turmoil, and resources were scarce. It was difficult for him to eat and treat his illness, and he had nowhere to practice practice.
Most of the spirit beads were used to replace medicine and food.
The only thing his father could teach him was poetry and writing.
On the road of exile without enough food, those beautiful sentences were meaningless, but in that poor thatched house, the little boy could endure his hunger, imitating his father's example to add firewood to the fire, and carefully threading the needle to help his sister sew.
His clothes were scratched, and then when his mother praised him, he straightened his thin back with a smile and said, "Dad taught me that a gentleman is not worthy of his care."
This is the meaning of those poetry books.
Qi refers to jade. Jade has five virtues: benevolence, righteousness, wisdom, courage and purity.
So he can say that a gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years.
Therefore, he will not take risks easily, because he knows that a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall.
But before he died, Zhao Qi felt that everything was so ridiculous.
He didn't want to cause trouble, but the family had to eat, so he had to go fishing.
He didn't want to argue, but if someone on the other side insulted his sister and mother, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, then he was not worthy of a man.
Moreover, what if he doesn't talk back?
Together they pushed him to the ground and beat him. He was only ten years old and had never practiced martial arts, so he could not withstand the attack of several fourteen-year-old boys. He pushed and pushed him to run away, but his resistance angered them.
They simply caught him together and pushed him into the river.
What is the use of books?
Useless.
Zhao Qi's heart froze as he sank into the cold water. He tried his best to put his head out of the water, fluttering his hands regularly, trying to grab a stone or aquatic plant, and slowly swam to the shore.
The water was too fast and too deep, and there were rocks standing up on the bottom of the river, like a monster's long tongue. One of his legs hit the feldspar hard and was scratched by the sharp edges of the stone.
But Zhao Qi's face showed joy. A kind of plant called stone grass would grow on this stone. It was very tough and could be used to make paper and would not be easily torn.
So he hooked his other leg tightly around the stone and grabbed a piece of stone grass, trying to stabilize his body so that he could use his strength to swim to the shore.
But the next moment, he saw a huge black shadow on the bottom of the turbid river. The black shadow was under his feet and slowly grew bigger.
His heart was completely cold.
That is a huge strange fish at the bottom of the river, eating flesh and blood and eating humans.
It's over.
The black shadow quickly approached, and severe pain swept through his limbs and bones in an instant. He did not scream. His eyes were still exposed on the water, but he saw a large area of blood in the water. He knew that he was dead.
If there is a dark road, I don't want to take it.
With such thoughts, Zhao Qi lost consciousness and became a ghost with only obsession.
It is true that he failed to take the road to hell, and so will everyone who dies in Beizhou.
Zhao Lingyan returned home without knowing how. She walked into the house in a daze and saw her unconscious mother. She came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream, "Mom, I'm sorry, mom..."
She felt her mother's breath with her trembling hands, and then she let go of her heart, breathing heavily.
Zhao Lingyan trotted to boil the medicine, fed the unconscious woman bit by bit, then fetched water, heated it, and wiped her body.
After doing this, she sat blankly at the table and took out the broken butterfly chrysalis that her brother had found.
Her father once taught her a poem: Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies.
If a person turns into a ghost after death, can you let me see you again in your dream?
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What is the difference between fantasy and dream?
Zhao Lingyan couldn't tell the difference, and she couldn't dream of her brother.
The next day, the tissue paper on the window was broken, so she went to the river bank to find someone to replace it with some stone grass, and then she put up a new piece of semi-transparent window paper.
That night, she dreamed that a butterfly flew out of the broken pupa and landed on the window paper, as if it had found a place to stay.
The next day she happily went to see it, but found that there was nothing on the window. When the sky darkened, there would be scattered moths, chasing the light and falling on the window paper, much like the butterflies in her dream.
On her birthday last year, her father gave her a grass cage, saying that she could catch living trinkets and put them in it, so she thought about catching a moth to accompany her.
It was originally meant to contain butterflies.
But Zhao Lingyan didn't do this because the moths would come every night.
She likes to look at the moths outside the window and always finds them very friendly.
But one day, this feeling changed subtly.
The kindness became less and less, an atmosphere like resentment permeated the air, and the patterns on the moth wings began to make her feel uneasy.
This feeling lasted for a long time, over and over again. Sometimes the resentment was more, sometimes less, as if I was fighting against something.
But finally one day, that resentment began to grow steadily.
Then in a sudden moment, that kind feeling seemed to be completely "eaten" by resentment, and it was gone forever.
That day, Zhao Lingyan felt very sad. She didn't know why. She just stared at the window blankly, tears falling down her eyes.
She missed her brother again.
If reincarnation really exists in the world, after such a long time, Aqi has been reincarnated as a human being. I don’t know whether she drank Meng Po soup or not, and whether she still recognizes her.
Zhao Lingyan felt that he should laugh, but he couldn't control the inexplicable tears in his eyes.
She can't see ghosts, so she won't know that for so long, a little boy's head has been standing on the table under the window. He is always holding a pen in his mouth, trying to draw something, or he himself doesn't know what he wants to draw.
Whatever I draw is just an act following a certain obsession.
But just before the resentment was about to completely invade this head, the pattern he wrote was completed. On the paper was an extremely simple pattern. It was crooked, but people could tell at a glance that it was a butterfly.
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The paper around the butterfly gradually shattered, and then the paper butterfly turned into a puff of smoke and slowly melted into the little boy's head.
The Yin Qi in that head became heavier. The Yin Qi nourished the resentment and accelerated the devouring speed of the resentment. It quickly swallowed up the original soul and took over the ghost body.
The ghosts who have no one to cross them also become the ghosts of resentment.
The head spit out the pen in his mouth, and his eyes were filled with gloomy energy.
When cleaning up the house after crying, Zhao Lingyan found that she was missing a piece of paper. After searching for it but couldn't find it, she felt a little depressed, but she didn't continue.
She thought for a while and moved the table away from the window. After today's inexplicable sadness, she no longer wanted to look at moths. This chapter has been completed!