"Xiao Lian, why do you think of asking her?"
Mu Yunbai, who had already inspected the inside and outside of the store, was sitting cross-legged in front of the counter in an off-white Arhat shirt with long, slightly damp hair.
Stroking a guqin.
The guqin has a simple shape, with an oak color and a matte finish.
The seven strings are slender and long.
Under Mu Yunbai's fiddle, it makes bursts of thick and vicissitudes of sound.
But the music that made Tang Xiaoman throb suddenly stopped because of her question.
Mu Yunbai raised his head slightly and looked at her, as if waiting for her answer.
"I'm just a little curious," Tang Xiaoman rolled his eyes and said, "I always feel that she is a special existence here."
Mu Yunbai looked away and smiled slightly: "I do treat her differently because she is different from other ghosts."
"What's the difference?"
Tang Xiaoman, who heard the interest, sat down opposite Mu Yunbai consciously, put his hand on the table, supported his chin and asked curiously.
"I found her by accident."
Mu Yunbai stood up slowly, picked up the guqin on the table, wiped it gently with his palm, and carefully placed it into a long box on the ancient shelf nearby.
That focused look made it obvious to Tang Xiaoman how much he valued the guqin.
However, these were not the exciting points that interested her today.
"Then what?"
Tang Xiaoman urged impatiently as Mu Yunbai stared blankly at the guqin box.
"She was wandering outside like an ordinary ghost.
She couldn't remember who she was or why she became a lonely soul.
She didn't even know where she appeared."
Mu Yunbai stared at the room with blank eyes. ceiling, as if recalling a very distant memory, "This situation is rare among the dead souls, because the reason why the dead souls stay in the world is because they still have obsessions and long-cherished wishes in their hearts.
It is exactly like this.
Only one thought can sustain the last breath of the world."
"But she doesn't remember anything, and she doesn't know anything."
Mu Yunbai also had a blank look on his face, "It's like her mind has been artificially cleansed, except for her boyfriend named Wang Jingzhi."
"I think this should be an opportunity, so I encourage her to go out to find Wang Jingzhi, provided that it does not affect Wang Jingzhi's normal life."
Mu Yunbai sighed, "I hope she can use this to think of something more, But now it seems that it has had little effect.”
Tang Xiaoman was filled with sadness when he heard this.
Xiaolian can even forget who she is, but she has not forgotten her boyfriend, which shows the depth of her affection, as if she has carved him into the bone marrow.
"But don't you think this is cruel?"
Tang Xiaoman still supported his head with his hands, "You love each other but can't stay together, and you have to watch the other person get married and have children.
It's just adding salt to your bleeding heart.
Let alone recovery.
If it were me, I would have to erase this memory, how painful it would be."
"Is it painful?"
Mu Yunbai suddenly sneered, and couldn't help but touch the guqin box, "You feel pain because you haven't loved yet.
That feeling of uncertainty between life and death, I hope to be like her In this way, even if I stay like this for the rest of my life, I will still be happy."
Tang Xiaoman was very surprised by Mu Yunbai's answer.
She asked cautiously: "Is that guqin left by your beloved?"
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