Don't You Like Me Chapter 72

The drama was smashed at the door for a moment, and he gnawed his teeth and followed Lin Feiran.
The eyes of the singer looked around and followed Lin Feiran tightly. The expression on her face switched like a horse, and she looked forward, shy, lost, relieved... She couldn’t wait for the next second to see her waiting for her home. The master, on the other hand, is telling himself not to embrace the expectation, the master has no concern, and must have been reincarnation. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, the years of being out of the country, and the ability to go home will be content.
"Hey, you said," the drama slammed his head, and in order to conceal his inner panic, he talked about Lin Feiran. "Does the owner have a chance to reincarnate?"
"It is certainly possible." Lin Feiran seriously said, "Ghosts do not necessarily have to be obsessed before they reincarnate. Some ghosts have no special reason. They simply do not want to reincarnate. They feel that they are a ghost in the world. Ok, I have seen a lot of this kind of ghost."
The drama touched the heart and fiercely echoed: "That is, why do you have to reincarnate."
Gu Kaifeng smiled and looked at her: "Your master is now maybe where to sing. You don't mean that he doesn't want to play anything but play in his life? Maybe he didn't sing enough before his death, and he couldn't reincarnate."
The drama quickly nodded quickly: "What you said makes sense!" After a pause, the drama is fine. "You don't know, I am different from the ghost that people have died. I am a strange, with a little mana." If the owner’s soul is still there, I can give him a big surprise...

Lin Feiran curious: "What surprise?"
Play a playful smile: "Don't tell you."
Lin Feiran knows that she has so many words just to distract her inner uneasiness, and she doesn't ask, just chatting with her in the east sentence, and even visiting to see Shen Fengsheng.
Before coming here, Lin Feiran and the staff of the Cultural Relics Protection Research Office hereby telephoned, Lin Feiran euphemistically said that there was a costume in his home suspected of Shen Fengsheng’s theft, and he wanted to bring it to the identification. If it was true, he would return to the original owner. Although Lin Feiran knows that 100% of this costume is true, the process of going is definitely going to go.
The former residence is divided into the backyard of the front yard. There are four showrooms in the front yard. One of them is specially used to display the costumes worn by Shen Fengsheng and the used props. In the showroom, the costumes are fixed behind the glass showcase. On the wall, Shen Fengsheng was filled with aura before his death. In the state of yin and yang, Lin Feiran’s eyes were more or less a little cloud-like pale air, and Lin Feiran turned to the drama, asking:
Those white Is it aura?"
"Yes." The drama slanted the costumes in the showroom and arrogantly raised the chin. "The light is contaminated with the master's aura. The owner doesn't like them so much. They lack this love. They It will not be fine in a few hundred years."
After the idiom, the singer stalked in the showroom and walked stalkingly. It looked very cold and looked very much like a queen who was inspecting in the harem!
Drama: "Hey, a group of squirrels and little fairies."
Lin Feiran: "..."
Are you a little goblin yourself?
The two men took a circus in the front yard with a singer, and while watching the drama, they kept talking to them about the former residence.
Speaking and talking, the thin shoulders of the drama suddenly slammed down, and muttered in a discourageous voice: "The master is really gone..."
"There is also a backyard," Lin Feiran comforted the drama, while walking in the direction of the backyard, while reading the instructions on the ticket, "there are living rooms, study rooms, bedrooms and gardens in the backyard. If Mr. Shen did not go back to the reincarnation." The possibility of staying in these places is even greater. Even if there isn’t one here, what kind of theater he used to go to during his lifetime is also possible...

Lin Feiran looked down at the tickets. One foot just stepped on the steps leading to the backyard, and he heard a long, mellow tone coming from a distance. Lin Feiran’s drama was like a girl who had caught up with idols. The face was flushed, the light was shining, and the screaming screamed: "It is the master! It is the voice of the master!"
Lin Feiran had not had time to react, and the drama had drifted in the direction of singing in the wind. Lin Feiran and Gu Kaifeng chased their legs and crossed the door of the courtyard. The sky seemed to suddenly change color, dazzling red. Like a vast network of overwhelmingly pressed down - it was planted in the courtyard, the Phoenix wood of the flowering period, the big red flower blooms, covering the sky.
Lin Feiran remembered that before the drama and what he said, it may be because the name has a "phoenix", so Shen Fengsheng has a special liking for the plant of Fengmu. There is only one kind of tree in the small garden of the residence, which is Fenghuangmu. .
"It's beautiful..." Lin Feiran was looking at the beautiful scenery, but the little finger was suddenly hooked by Gu Kaifeng. Gu Kaifeng pointed to a Phoenix wood road: "Look at it."
Lin Feiran looked at the direction of Gu Kaifeng's fingers, only to see a phoenix tree not far away, a figure of a long cockroach slowly turned.
Shen Fengsheng is dead at the end of his life. When he passed away, he was very old. He was just well-maintained, and his temperament was elegant, so he could still see the beauty of his youth. The white hair became more and more clean under the safflower. .
His gaze swept over and fell on his clothes.
"Master! Do you know who I am?" The costumes stood in a few steps away from Shen Fengsheng, and asked with a cry.
Shen Fengsheng held his hand and stood up. His facial features slowly spread out, and his eyes were full of laughter. In the distant, Lin Feiran only heard him vaguely: "Know."
The backyard was silent for a moment, Shen Fengsheng took a light and calm and said: "You are back."
After the words, he opened his arms to her.
The costumes were so savage that they rushed toward Shen Feng.
However, she did not approach Shen Fengsheng in the form of a woman.
With the distance between the costumes and Shen Fengsheng, her head and neck, hands and feet, which were exposed outside the costumes, disappeared rapidly, and the costume she wore was quickly smashed down - that The body in the costume disappeared, and the costume became a real costume.
The costumes fluttered toward Shen Feng, and the empty sleeves and skirts were windless and automatic, and finally fell lightly on Shen Fengsheng.
It's like a hug that has been late for decades.
Just as the costumes fell on Shen Fengsheng's body, Shen Fengsheng closed his eyes, and the whole man slammed back in an incredible angle. Lin Feiran's eyes widened, almost thinking that Shen Fengsheng's body would soon be folded. Two halves, however, Lin Feiran’s fears were quickly replaced by surprise.
The body of Shen Fengsheng has become younger at a speed visible to the naked eye. The silver hair is instantly turned into a blue silk, and the wrinkles on the face no longer exist. The costume does not know when it has been worn on him. At this point, he seems to be only seventeen or eight years old.
The young Shen Fengsheng stood up again, and he slowly opened his eyes, swaying in the light, and looking forward to flying.
He spoke, and the melody of the show was ringing.
His eyes didn't look at Lin Feiran and Gu Kaifeng. He didn't seem to notice the existence of these two people around. He just sang indulgently, singing himself, maybe singing to himself, maybe Sing to the costumes on him. The mellow and long sound is like a fine silver thread, slowly wrapped around the branches of the phoenix wood, and fluttering down... It seems that only the rest of the world is left, leaving only this person and this costume. .
Nothing else anymore.
Shen Fengsheng didn't know how long he sang. He didn't seem to stop at all. After all, the ghost is not tired. Lin Feiran and Gu Kaifeng stood still and listened for a while, and stood up straight, and Lin Feiran moved his legs and stunned. Gu Kaifeng took advantage of the trend and rushed into his arms.
"It's so beautiful." Gu Kaifeng said with emotion, "This is really worth it."
Lin Feiran’s eyes are bright:
I’m reluctant to leave, we’re hearing it off here.

Gu Kaifeng smiled: "Okay." Saying, taking Lin Feiran to the phoenix wood opposite Shen Fengsheng, using Lin's sleeves for Lin Feiran to remove dust and falling flowers, said, "Surely sitting and listening."