Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The fifty-fifth bowl of soup (seven)

The fifty-fifth bowl of soup (seven)

Shan Yuji's twenty-eight years old:

"Master, do you want to read all these posts?"

Shan Yuji looked indifferent: "Let it go."

The housekeeper was about to cry: "Young master, you can't go on like this, you, you are almost thirty... The daughter who wants to marry you is about to break the threshold. Even if you don't want to marry, you can see Ah, maybe you'll see something suitable?"

Shan Yuji put down his pen and said, "I have my own plans."

The housekeeper's tears almost burst out. He dreams about his wife every night now... The wife said that he wants him to take good care of the young master, but he can take care of him. If the young master refuses to find a girl to marry, then, what should I do ? Who should be blamed if there is no successor in the Shan Yu family? !

"Otherwise, I will ask you to tell me what your plans are. If this is possible, the old slave will discuss with you. If this is not possible, there are many beautiful and virtuous girls in the world, the old slave. Help you find it, in short, in short, you can't just forget it!"

Shan Yuji was silent, but the housekeeper thought about it, and quickly said: "Young master, do you think this is okay? Anyway, these girls, if you meet first, maybe you will meet someone you like. This is waiting at home, there will be no pie in the sky, right?"

There is some truth to this. Shan Yuji squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome. In the future, anyone who wants to send famous posters, you can ask them, Chi Jing."

Surprise? The housekeeper, the second monk, is puzzled. What kind of question is this... Can someone really answer it? But looking up at the eldest young master again, they have already continued to read the account books, the butler dared not say more, and hurriedly retired.

Since Dan Yu Ji asked this question, he has also released another message. As long as he can give the correct answer, no matter whether the other party is male or female, old or young, golden branches and jade leaves or beggars begging along the street, he They all came to the door to present the token of Shan Yu's family, and married him with their entire net worth, never taking concubines for life.

As soon as this news came out, those who wanted to marry into Shan Yu's family broke through the threshold. The housekeeper was responsible for registering the women who came to the door every day and the answers they gave, and then handing them over to the eldest young master. But to his despair, no one ever answered correctly! He also tried to find the correct answer, so he could go through the back door or something. After all, some girls are really talented and beautiful enough to wish that an old man like him could be a few decades younger! Is it really okay for the eldest young master to refuse without even looking at it like this?

Unfortunately, when Shan Yuji heard his answer, his face was cold, and the housekeeper didn't dare to say anything. Over the years, with his loyalty, he finally had room to speak in front of the eldest young master, but in the end, he was a slave, no matter how close he was to the master, he was still a slave.

But then again, is there really a right answer to this question? Seeing the wide variety of answers from the girls, the housekeeper slowly gave up.

Shan Yuji's thirty-eight years old:

"...Master, this is the answer these days, please take a look."

Shan Yuji took the paper, browsed it, and put it down. "Neither right, no more contact."

The butler looked blank: "Master, this old slave reminds you that you are already thirty-eight years old."

"So what?" Shan Yuji waved him down, "Go and see if the young master has done his homework."

Eight years ago, he adopted an orphan with good talent and quality. Shan Yuji raised him as his heir. If he leaves one day, someone will have to inherit Shan Yu's family, so that the host's hard work will not come to fruition. null.

The butler turned around in a dull manner. He no longer insisted on it. Anyway, now... he can be regarded as a little master. When he arrives in the underworld, he should be able to explain to his wife.

Shan Yuji's forty-eight years:

Eighteen-year-old Shan Yuche respectfully offered the whip: "Father, take care of yourself all the way, and remember to report safety to the child and the housekeeper."

"Don't worry." Shan Yuji was naturally anxious. Since she didn't show up, he went to look for her. The world is big, he will find her sooner or later. "Remember, if someone can answer the question, they must pass the book to me immediately."

"Yes."

Looking at Shan Yuche, who has grown into a teenager and can be alone, he couldn't help but think of the first life, Linger wanted a child so much, but he couldn't give it.

Shan Yuji turned on his horse, in fact, he didn't know why Linger had not appeared. But even if Linger does not appear, his journey should end here. Shan Yuji was destined to die and should not have lived long ago, but he lived to be almost fifty years old. When she didn't come, he went out to look for it, but... when will he be dead?

Shan Yuji's fifty-eight years old:

Find.

Shan Yuji's sixty-eight years old:

Find.

Shan Yuji's seventy-eight years old:

Find.

Shan Yuji's eighty-eight years:

Shan Yuche passed away due to illness, he returned to Shan Yu's house, his grandson has grown up, smart and generous. After attending the funeral of his adopted son, Shan Yuji was about to set off, but his grandson was worried: "My grandfather is getting old, why not stay at home and enjoy the good years?"

Shan Yuji said: "Can someone answer the question?"

"No."

Shan Yuji took two steps and suddenly fell headfirst on the steps in front of the door. Everyone was terrified and quickly carried him into the room. The doctor saw the doctor, shook his head and said, "The lamp has run out of oil, and it is impossible to save him."

Shan Yuji knew that he would die one day, but he didn't know why now.

He was in darkness, with soft ground under his feet, and blood-red and blood-red otherside flowers on both sides. He walked along the other side of the flower, and the sound of the river gradually became clearer, and an ancient bridge with a soul-calling flag on the bridge appeared in front of him.

I don't know when the dim and quiet light is lit around, and the lanterns are swaying without wind. Shan Yuji saw the huge bluestone at the head of the bridge, with his life written on it.

His memory came back, but that wasn't what he wanted.

The little boy with Bai Nen wearing ancient clothes appeared in front of him at an unknown time, grabbed his fingers on tiptoe, and led him forward. Shan Yuji recognized that this was the boy who helped him in many worlds, and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't I find her?"

The little boy climbed into the chair with difficulty and sat firmly before asking him, "Who?"

"...Linger."

This innocent-looking child has a sophisticated and indifferent look in his eyes, which is completely different from his cute appearance. "She won't show up again."

Shan Yuji clenched his fist: "What do you mean?"

"Literally, she violated the rules between us. According to the law, she should be obliterated."

"What law—"

"I don't understand yet?" The little boy stopped laughing, and his round bun's face had an indifference that Shan Yuji had never seen before. "You are eager for revenge, and she couldn't let go of you, so she made a promise with me that every world will follow you, but you must not show any signs unless you recognize her. In the fourth world, she took the initiative to reveal her identity, although she stopped her. Is it difficult to understand that you committed murder at the expense of yourself?"

"It's impossible." Shan Yuji didn't believe it at all. "We said yes, in the next life-"

"That's why she didn't show up." The little boy didn't see your stupid expression on his face. "She said that, but she was afraid that you would give up after knowing it, and you have reached the last step, and you can come back to you immediately. It's her own world, if it falls short, how can she feel at ease? But... in the last world, she is indeed with you."

The little guy shrugged, "Every world has a spirit in her name. The last world, though she no longer exists, is still with you in a different way. When you die, it will be gone. "

After finishing speaking, he grinned: "Remember the spiritual position that Shan Yuji cherishes?"

When the male ghost heard the words, he knelt down on the ground as if he was dead. The little boy looked at him regretfully. "I'm sorry, but Naihe Bridge has rules, the master is not there, I have no ability to give you privileges. The reason why you lived for decades in the last world is that you have completely lost control of your fourth world. punishment. Now, you can return to your world."

The male ghost raised his head sharply: "No! There is still a way! Please, give her back to me!"

He touched his heart, where there used to be no heart, but felt a tearing pain. Only now does the male ghost know what it means to be in pain, forgetting the pain in the river, how can it be compared to this? There seemed to be countless hands tearing and stabbing his heart and soul at this moment.

That girl will never come back.

"This is not the cause and effect that she should bear! It's me! She shouldn't disappear, please, let her come back, I can give you anything!" The male ghost seemed to give it up. "This merit, this soul, whatever, I will give it to you! Give her back to me! Please!"

He kowtowed a few times, and the little boy got up on his hands and feet and stood on the chair, looking down at the male ghost. "Why won't you let go?"

The male ghost shook his head and remained silent.

The little boy said: "You have been suffering in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years, and you still can't escape this fate. You didn't have a fate with that girl, why did you force it? She forced to follow you, you forced to be resurrected to her, you need to know everything All empty."

The male ghost didn't speak, but kept kowtow.

The little guy was so angry that he jumped up and down, and the coldness he tried to pretend finally broke: "Don't knock it! I'm not abusing you!"

The sound of bang bang kowtow can be heard incessantly.

He was a hero before his death, but he was proud after his death, but he was willing to kneel and bow for a girl. The torture of forgetting the river for thousands of years seems to have gradually faded because of love.

When the male ghost raised his head again, the little boy gasped.

The first time he saw, after peeling off the human body, the demon's tears.

After a while, he asked the male ghost, "Will you regret it?"

The male ghost answered firmly: "Never regret."