Chapter 2817

Countless beautiful oil paper umbrellas are painted with all kinds of beautiful and delicate patterns. All kinds of colors are mixed together, but there is no confusion. Instead, there is an ancient charm.

From the ceiling, there are countless curtains made of red silk. I don't know where the wind blows. It makes the curtains flutter slightly, like a woman's skirt.

The girl was very satisfied with Zefeng's expression and said proudly, "isn't it beautiful here? Every guest who comes in will show this expression! Those umbrellas were made and hung by grandma herself! It's beautiful! "

Zefeng just nodded and said yes. It can be seen that the girl and her grandmother have deep feelings.

"Here you are, go in!"

Open the curtain, the girl will not go in. Give Zefeng a sign to let him in.

There is a faint sandalwood smell in it, which makes people feel calm. When you enter here, your heart is really quiet.

It's amazing.

"Are you here? Please have a seat. "

The speaker is an old woman dressed in a similar skirt, with white hair neatly gathered at the back of her head.

When Zefeng came in, she was making tea and kneeling on the cushion. She was serious. She didn't even look at Zefeng. Zefeng could only see her movements like clouds and flowing water.

"Please."

After a while, the old lady finally made tea, poured out a cup and pushed it to Zefeng.

"Thank you."

The old woman's expression is very serious. Her face is deeply furrowed, which makes people more doubt how old she is.

"I reckon there will be a person who is destined for me today, but I need you to say it again." The old woman looked up while she was talking. Zefeng was surprised to find that her eyes were actually gray!

At first glance, it looks like there are no eyes. It's all white. The white tone takes up most of the colors.

Fortunately, Zefeng is not a gossip. He doesn't want to annoy the woman who looks like God and Taoism, so he droops his eyes and concentrates on tea.

After a moment's silence, Zefeng suddenly asked, "do you think that the past life and this life really exist?"

After asking, I felt relieved.

"Ha ha ha ha Do you think so, sir? "

As soon as he said this, the old woman began to laugh. The laughter was as broken as the bark of a tree across her throat. It was creepy.

Zefeng did not change his face. "Since I'm here to solve my doubts, I naturally want to ask you to give me an answer."

"The answer is in your heart."

"Heart?" Zefeng frowns suddenly.

"Yes, the so-called" believe "means" believe "or not, and if there has been nostalgia, then there is. And vice versa. How can you, sir, find the answer from yourself? " Old lady leisurely turned the green bracelet on her wrist, with a quiet voice, like a guide.

This sentence, in fact, is not said.

Can you think about it? It depends on the person concerned. Zefeng's drooping eyes and long and clear eyelashes make the shadow under the fundus of the eyes more and more thick in a room that is slightly gray.

The old lady didn't bother.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe, just a minute.

Zefeng quickly raised his eyes, looked up and asked the old woman, "thank you for your answer, how much is the reward?"

"It's all at will." The old woman doesn't care.

At last, Zefeng took out all his cash and put it on the table in front of him. Then turn around and leave quietly.

In fact, the woman has given him the answer, hasn't she?

The answer lies in his heart. In fact, he wants to believe that those strange dreams are from his previous life.