Chapter 551

Ning Xuemo closed his eyes: "sometimes the unborn can't be born into a baby, but they attach themselves to a person who just died..."

The old man's eyes flashed: "you mean to return the soul with a corpse?"

Ning Xuemo sighed, "you can say that, too."

"Do you think you're going back to the dead?" The old man took her hand.

Ningxuemo closed his eyes in recognition of his life: "I don't know. I always think I was a little girl a moment ago, but I woke up and became an old woman. It's like a dream of impermanence."

The old man smiled. No wonder she could calm down quickly. She thought so

He raised his hand and rubbed the hair of Ning Xuemo: "well, don't think so much, you are Wei Chunhua. You look at all this nonsense you've said, which scares these children. "

Ning Xuemo's hair was a little bit numb when he rubbed it on his head. He raised his hand and patted him: "it's so old, don't be so meat and numb. I'm not a little girl... " Four next sweeps.

As expected, the girls were a little frightened by their ghost like conversation. They sat away quietly one by one and dared not surround them again.

"Chunhua, you are always a little girl in my heart." The old man was affectionate, and there seemed to be a wave in his wrinkled eyes.

Ning Xuemo closed his eyes: "well, I know You go to have a rest. I want to have a rest. "

The old man patted her hand: "OK, then you can sleep a little longer. I'll pay you. " As expected, she sat cross legged beside her and kept her eyes closed.

Those girls look at each other. These two people are their dependence in the future. Naturally, they can't be offended.

The girls in this line are the best at observing words and expressions. They are all quiet and dare not speak again.

Ning Xuemo raised a deity for a while, which seemed to be a little boring. He opened his eyes and chatted with these girls.

Ask them about their life, hobbies, specialties and so on in the garden.

Naturally, the women answered all her questions, and the carriage was rejuvenated with laughter.

Ning Xuemo learned from their dialogue that these women are all top girls who are good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the piano skills

Ning Xuemo is very pleased: "you are all talented women. Those dignitaries must like it. I have hope for the rest of my life."

She glanced at the old man next to her and sighed again: "I've been in a coma for two days. Let him have a good rest. Peony, you help the old man to get up and sit down. I always lie here with bone ache. "

The peony naturally came and helped her up. Ning Xuemo sat by the window and looked out.

Now the carriage was out of the city, running in a field.

The road is not broad. There are potholes occasionally. There are large tracts of farmland on both sides of the road.

It's autumn, and the crops in the farmland are high, like a continuous array of green gauze curtains.

"The air outside is so good..." Ning Xuemo sighs, and simply raises his hand to open the window, and grasps the edge of the window to browse the scenery.

She can't make up her strength in the lower part, so it's a bit hard to sit here, only supported by her arms.

She seems to have made her strength stronger. The gold bracelet on her wrist is knocked on the edge of the window, which not only abrades her wrist, but also falls off her wrist and rolls out of the window