Open the door and move things into the house, then clean the herbs and cook.
After I cleaned up and washed up, it was dark and time to go to bed.
But today, Feng Yijia brought the cold ancient coin home, which meant that the night was destined to be extraordinary.
In the past, the thatched hut, which had been exposed to the sun all day, would be hotter inside than outside at night, but today it was chilly.
At first Feng Yijia didn't take it seriously, but in the middle of the night, when the cold moonlight poured into the room through the window, he heard a faint shouting in his ears.
I opened my eyes drowsily and saw a figure standing in the moonlight coming in through the window, his feet off the ground, his body faintly transparent and glowing.
Suddenly, Feng Yijia's sleepiness disappeared, he turned over and sat up, two words flashed through his mind, "There's a ghost!"
It's not fear, just curiosity.
After all, in those twenty years, she had never seen anyone like herself.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the somewhat illusory figure.
He had a broad forehead, thick eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, thick lips and a square chin. He wore a green military cap on his head and a blue cotton jacket and black cotton trousers, which were common in the village in winter. He looked like a young man in his twenties or thirties.
After looking at it for a moment, Feng Yijia raised his eyes and looked at the ghost. Suddenly, his heart was shocked and he couldn't help feeling sour and blocked in his heart.
It’s because the eyes of the ghost opposite are full of love and pity for himself.
She no longer remembered what her father looked like, but the doting look in his eyes was unique in her decades of memory.
This is her father Feng Youcai who passed away many years ago.
Father, when she was starving, beaten and scolded in her previous life, and when she saw her cousins being cared for and protected by their parents, she always thought of her father, thinking that if he were still alive, she would be able to live a life with someone who loved and protected her.
But he was not there, and I never even had a complete and clear dream about him.
Later, as she grew up and died as a ghost, she thought less and less about her father.
She thought that time had diluted her heart's desire for family affection and father's love, but she didn't expect that just one glance would make her eyes wet.
Her fists clenched unconsciously, her nails digging into her flesh, and the sharp pain made her realize that this was not a dream.
Her father is really still here, just like she was back then, dead but his soul lives on.
Feng Youcai drifted closer, tears glistening in his eyes, and he softly called out the nickname he had called countless times before: "Good boy, little good boy!"
The name from long ago in his memory rang in his ears. Feng Yijia could no longer hold back his tears and couldn't help but shout out: "Dad!"
Feng Youcai looked at his daughter's tearful eyes distressedly, and moved forward to wipe her tears. He coaxed her like he did when she was little: "Dear, don't cry, don't cry, Daddy is here!"
But his illusory palm could not touch the tear marks that looked like flowing water, and he was so anxious that he was spinning around.
After crying wantonly for a while, Feng Yijia calmed down his excitement and asked repeatedly: "Dad, have you always been here?
So where have you been all these years?
How come I haven't seen you before?"
Feng Youcai heaved a sigh of relief when he saw his daughter stop crying. He squatted down beside the bed and replied, "I have always been here. It's just that you were still young before, and I was afraid it would be bad for your health, so I didn't dare to get close to you, and you couldn't see me.
Later, after you died, I fell into a deep sleep, so you never saw me!"
These two short sentences made his face distorted.
He hated his brother for being so heartless and taking his inheritance without taking good care of his only daughter. He hated his brother Meng Yun for being so cruel and taking his daughter's life. He hated himself even more for being a father and making his daughter suffer so much.
The emotional ups and downs of the soul state are more clear and intuitive than those of normal people. Feeling his father's anger and pain, knowing that he was resentful of the suffering he had endured in the past, Feng Yijia felt a little warm in his heart and changed the subject: "Dad, how come I can see you now?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I knew I had asked a stupid question.
She has been a ghost for decades, so her soul is naturally different from that of ordinary people.
Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "What do you mean by deep sleep?"
Feng Youcai did not answer immediately, but started from the beginning to tell his story.
“The snake that bit me was a pet of an old man, a rare ascetic.
I'm sure you've noticed that most people are now dead, and everything has returned to nature.
This should have been the case after my death, but the old Taoist, in order to eliminate the cause and effect, preserved my soul and compensated me with a method of soul cultivation.
Unfortunately, I don't have good aptitude. I haven't made much progress in my ten years of practice. I can't even protect you.
In the past few years, I didn’t dare to get close to you and could only watch you from afar.
Later, you were harmed by the two boys from the Meng family. In order to protect your soul, I concealed the secret for you.
I thought I would just vanish into thin air, but the copper coin the old Taoist gave me before he left worked. My soul was weak and I fell asleep, and I was only awakened today by your digging with a hoe."
Hearing this, Feng Yijia's feelings of alienation and estrangement caused by the long period of separation between life and death disappeared, and his heart suddenly felt sore and swollen, and complicated and indescribable.
She never imagined that the reason she didn't disappear into thin air was because her father had exchanged his own soul for it.
Thinking of the copper coins she had dug out, she couldn't care about anything else. She asked worriedly, "Dad, what about the hoe I dug this morning..."
His daughter grew up in someone else's home and suffered countless hardships, but she didn't blame him for being useless as a father who died early. She was still the caring little cotton-padded jacket who used to take the trouble to bring her water and a stool when she came home from work. Feng Youcai smiled with relief and shook his head: "It's okay, don't worry.
Copper coins don't break that easily, and my soul has almost recovered now, so I don't have to hide in there anymore."
After comforting him, he asked puzzledly, "How did you survive?"
Feng Yijia knew that her father was in a deep sleep and was not aware of what happened after her death, so she briefly recounted her twenty-five or twenty-six years of experience as a ghost, her inexplicable rebirth, and what happened after her rebirth.
After listening to this, Feng Youcai cursed the Meng family bitterly, wishing them a good death, and then sighed with regret: "They say the world is so big that nothing is impossible. I never thought I could be reborn and return to the past. It would be great if time could go back another 15 years.
That way, Daddy can protect you as you grow up, and won't let anyone bully you or let you suffer any injustice again!"
After saying this, he realized that he was being too greedy and changed his words: "But now that you can live again, Dad is also satisfied and grateful to God."
Feng Yijia looked at the slightly illusory figure, listened to every word of concern, felt the heavy fatherly love in it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
She is also someone who is loved wholeheartedly and selflessly.
During the long night, father and daughter reunited after years, each recounting their own experiences. Feng Youcai was fascinated by the earth-shaking changes that had taken place in the world over the past few decades, while Feng Yijia was interested in her father's soul cultivation methods. They talked until the roosters crowed and the sun rose in the east.
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