"Is she still there?"
The old man rubbed his hands nervously, then looked around and stood in front of Tang Xiaoman.
"Of course."
Tang Xiaoman smiled, but then cast a look at Mu Yunbai asking for help.
"What are you looking at?"
Mu Yunbai smiled and pretended not to understand.
Tang Xiaoman, however, slapped him on the shoulder angrily: "Are you going to let me be a sounding board between them?"
"Why not?
I see you enjoy it."
Mu Yunbai smiled teasingly.
Tang Xiaoman glared at him displeased, and Mu Yunbai slowly stood up, walked to the old man, and touched his eyes with his hand.
A searing sting hit him, and the old man closed his eyes involuntarily.
When he opened them again, the figure that only appeared in dreams actually appeared before him alive.
The old man shook his hands and opened his mouth, but did not say a word.
He staggered to the figure he thought about day and night, stretched out his hand, but received nothing.
"This" he looked at Mu Yunbai with a puzzled face, looking very puzzled.
"People and ghosts have different paths.
It's not easy for me to let you see her."
Mu Yunbai said lightly, "It's only half an hour, that is, an hour."
After saying that, he put his arm around Tang Xiaoman's shoulders and took her away: "Leave some time for them."
The river flowing through City A has a beautiful name called Wanyue River, because when viewed from a height, the river looks like a crescent moon surrounding City A.
In the past, people living on the river bank relied on the water, fished here, and ferried passengers here.
The ancestors of this old man's family had some crafts, so they set up a stall and sold noodles at the ferry wharf.
However, with the development of the times, , City A has built several bridges that connect both sides of the strait.
People no longer have to rely on this ferry wharf for travel, and fewer and fewer people know about the noodle stalls at this wharf.
Tang Xiaoman stood on the stone ferry, bent down to pick up a few pebbles, and then threw them out.
The small pebbles made seven or eight ripples on the water.
She didn't have many skills since she was a child, but she seemed to be born with this skill.
She still remembers running to the river to play with her senior brothers and sisters.
She could pick up a random stone and hit it.
There were four or five ripples, and the friends who went together were shocked.
She looked at Mu Yunbai proudly, half to show off and half to provoke.
Mu Yunbai, who had been looking at the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait with his trouser pockets inserted, smiled, bent down and picked up a pebble.
With a wave of his hand, it flew out of more than ten water circles in one breath.
This time it was Tang Xiaoman's turn to be stunned.
She jumped on the shore anxiously and angrily: "This is unscientific.
How could you have shot so many?
Did you cast some spell?"
"Practice makes perfect for me," Mu Yunbai said with a smile, "You don't know, I practiced this just to show off, and I almost dislocated my arm."
As he spoke, he recalled the beautiful figure in his memory and the angry look in his eyes.
"Then did you succeed in showing off?"
Tang Xiaoman blinked and looked at Mu Yunbai and asked.
"No, she was already gone before I finished practicing."
Mu Yunbai said sadly, "That's why I was willing to help the old couple meet again, because I was so...
I also hope that there will be someone who can help me summon her, even if I can just say one more word to her
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