Incense money from flower and bird shop

This year's winter came very early, and the first snow fell before December officially arrived.Xiao Congshuo guarded the storefront, watching the alley gradually turn white.

"Speaking of which, that brat should have come back last time." Ming Yan poured a cup of hot tea for Xiao Congshuo, and suddenly mentioned the brat who insisted on waiting for his parents, "He made an appointment with me to wait another four months. February is the deadline."

Xiao Congshuo warmed his hands with hot tea, and did not forget to ask: "If I don't reincarnate within three years, will there be bad consequences?"

"It's very likely that you won't be able to reincarnate." Ming Yan sighed, "Forget it, when the weather clears up after the snow, we'll look for him."

Xiao Congshuo looked at the white eyes outside the glass door, thinking to himself, he still doesn't know when this heavy snow will stop.

On snowy days, the world is peaceful, like a world of glazed glass.

Xiao Congshuo was browsing the webpage when a wail resounded through the alley where the flower and bird shop was located, so startled that he almost knocked over the cup in his hand.The hot water splashed on the back of his hands, causing burning pain. Xiao Congshuo hurried out of the door and wiped his hands with snow cubes.

The scorching pain gradually dissipated under the cold compress of ice and snow. Xiao Congshuo saw that the back of his hand was red, and comforted himself with a wry smile: "In short, there will be no blisters."

The sound of wailing was still lingering in the cold wind, and when it blew to Xiao Congshuo's ears, it was like a cobweb entangled, endlessly.In the next moment, the sound of firecrackers resounded through the snow, the fireworks were scattered, and the sound of laughter and noise gradually sounded.

Xiao Congshuo followed the prestige, and saw the bride in Chinese wedding dress nestled in the arms of the groom, walking towards the wedding car at the entrance of the alley.

It turns out that it is a crying marriage. According to some customs, if the bride does not cry on the day of her marriage, she will give birth to a mute in the future.

Xiao Congshuo looked at the couple passing by, supporting each other as they walked in the snow, smiling sweetly.The noisy relatives and friends also laughed and surrounded the newcomers, saying a few auspicious words from time to time, so happy.

The melting ice and snow seemed not so cold anymore, Xiao Congshuo smiled and watched the crowd go away, but when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a bright red standing at the end of the alley.

The bright red color is very eye-catching, in a piece of plain white, it is like kindling falling in the heavy snow.

It was an exquisite and petite girl, holding a red umbrella, wearing a red gauze skirt, with two braids, standing alone in the snow.

Seeing her red body, Xiao Congshuo guessed that she might be a flower girl.But the crowd had gone away, and the laughter was about to dissipate in the wind and snow. No one seemed to remember that a little girl was left in the snow.

Holding an umbrella, the little girl began to cry again, and the crying became louder, without a trace of the baby voice that a child's voice should have.Gloomy, sad, mournful, these voices that should not belong to children came out of her throat, as if they could drag the bystanders into the ice cave.

Xiao Congshuo felt more and more strange and unspeakable. Hearing the cry, he felt depressed and panicked. When he looked closely at the girl's face, he realized that there was something wrong with her whiteness.

This little girl was too fair, with no blood on her face, yet she had a pair of dark eyes and a pair of bright red lips.

Such eyes and lips seem to be painted on a white cloth, so bright that it is unreal.

This is not a dummy, is it?

Xiao Congshuo's back felt cold, and he felt the cold wind sweeping through his body, so he couldn't help wrapping the scarf around his neck.

The cry lingered in the wind, and when it blew to Xiao Congshuo's ear, there was a sudden burst of response.The voice went straight into his mind and lingered, Xiao Congshuo's eyes went dark, he could not see clearly as if he was suffering from snow blindness, and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Ming Yan appeared in time, supported him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The moment Ming Yan appeared, the crying stopped abruptly, and only the buzzing in his ears indicated that what Xiao Congshuo just encountered was not a hallucination.

Xiao Congshuo shook his dizzy head and explained, "There's a little girl over there—"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Congshuo stared at the blank snow field in front of him, dumbfounded.Unless this girl is invisible, how could she disappear in a few seconds?

Ming Yan sensed something was wrong, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of arguing not far away.

The two followed the sound, and saw that the married couple met the funeral couple, the wedding and the white met at the entrance of the alley, and they refused to give in to each other, for fear of encountering bad luck.

And Xiao Congshuo didn't focus on watching the fun, because he heard someone laughing, but unfortunately, the voice didn't carry the slightest hint of joy, it was cold and gloomy, and it was very permeating after listening to it for a long time.

On the raised coffin, there was a little boy sitting high, laughing and throwing his legs up, showing great disrespect for the deceased.Not only that, he was also wearing plain white linen single clothes, even adults would not dare to wear such thin clothes on a snowy day.

Like the little girl just now, he also has a pair of dark eyes.The face was as white as snow, and the eyes were so dark that they were dead silent, as if deliberately painted on the face, it was indescribably weird.

No one in the two parties seemed to have noticed such a child, otherwise he would have beaten his ass to bloom.

Xiao Congshuo was apprehensive, and turned to Ming Yan, "Did you see it?"

Ming Yan was at a loss, not knowing what Xiao Congshuo was worried about: "No, what did you see?"

This was the first time that Ming Yan couldn't see what he could see. Xiao Congshuo pointed to the funeral coffin in horror, and said in disbelief: "There is a laughing little boy on the coffin, can't you see it?"

"can not see."

Ming Yan's simple answer almost pushed Xiao Congshuo into the ice cave.With the cold wind lingering around him, Xiao Congshuo looked at the boy's grinning mouth, his whole body shivered.

Ming Yan realized that the matter was not simple, and asked Xiao Congshuo, "Did you meet a girl in red just now?"

"Yes, it is such a girl, she is still crying." When Xiao Congshuo saw the boy laughing, he guessed that the girl must not be a flower girl, "What are they?"

"Red and white ghosts." Ming Yan explained, "When red and white things meet together, they often collide with ghosts. Most people can't see any of them, and most people who are unlucky will only meet one."

"And you—" Ming Yan patted Xiao Congshuo's shoulder sympathetically, and sighed helplessly, "You were so lucky that you bumped into two at the same time."

"Could it be..." Xiao Congshuo was startled, deeply aggrieved, and then, "Could something happen again?"

Although it has become a habit to bump into ghosts, Xiao Congshuo's principle is that if he can walk around at other times except accepting tasks, there will never be a confrontation.

"Little ghosts are stubborn and difficult to deal with. They are more unreasonable than other things. You have to be careful." Ming Yan's expression gradually became serious. Obviously, running into red and white ghosts is not an easy thing to get out of, "They won't be so It's easy to let you go."

"Are those two little ghosts difficult to deal with?" Xiao Congshuo often encountered strange things, but he didn't understand the cause and effect, so he could only ask Ming Yan, "What transformation did they come from?"

"These ghosts originate from the great joy, great compassion, love-hate entanglement in the world, they arise from the mind, and they are also destroyed by the mind." Seeing Xiao Congshuo's clouded expression, Ming Yan had no choice but to change to a more ordinary one. Answer if you understand, "Speaking of it, they are not innocent souls, nor monsters, but demons."

As long as a person lives for a lifetime, as long as he wants something, he will have obsession and delusions.If the obsession is difficult to solve, the delusions will become empty, and paranoia will arise again.Hongbai Guisha is a heart demon formed by the condensation of two paranoid emotions, one is the suffering that cannot be obtained, and the other is the hard-won joy.

People with bad luck will encounter one of them at most. They are either extremely depressed or extremely ecstatic, and gradually recover their minds after a week.However, if Xiao Congshuo met two people at the same time, if he couldn't bear the great joy and sorrow, the ups and downs, his life might be lost.

Ming Yan told Xiao Congshuo that the red and white ghosts cannot directly take lives, but push a good-looking person into the abyss of collapse by affecting their emotions and mind.

On the social news, occasionally people can be seen suddenly committing suicide due to depression, or violently angering others, while relatives and friends around them say that these people are usually honest and kind people.Ming Yan occasionally wondered, did they have bad luck and bumped into the red and white ghosts at the same time?

The Buddha's verse says, because of love, sorrow arises, and because of love, fear arises.

Everyone has a secret hidden deep in their hearts, this time, Ming Yan can't help Xiao Congshuo, only he can save himself to survive.

What Ming Yan is more worried about is the uncertain factor in Xiao Congshuo's mind - the seeds buried deep in the soil will not rot, and as long as there is an opportunity, they will break out of the ground.

In the flower and bird shop, Xiao Congshuo was waiting for him.Ming Yan lit a plate of calming incense for him, and repeatedly told him to calm down, the red and white ghosts would definitely entangle him, so he couldn't mess himself up before that.

"Don't worry, I will accompany you." Ming Yan took Xiao Congshuo's hand and held it tightly, perhaps wanting to give him some confidence.

Xiao Congshuo nodded, wondering if the aromatherapy had played a role, his mood gradually calmed down, and he fell into meditation.

A cry lingers in the left ear, and a laugh echoes in the right ear. Xiao Congshuo knows that the red and white ghost has come.

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I'm going to slowly add the main line in