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Chapter 32 Little Aunt

My name is Xuan Yue, I don't know who gave me the name, I only know that I have had this name since I can remember.

There is a woman who likes places with many people, and the more people there are, the more she likes it.What I remember the most is the appearance of this person.She was very beautiful, almost spotless, and her smile seemed to be able to infect thousands of living beings. She attracted much attention, because at that time, she was the object of admiration for all the men in the city.

I was 6 years old when I met her, and I called her little aunt.

"Where's your family? Why are you here alone?" she asked me.

"I learned a new address today, and I'm older than you, so you can call me little aunt!"

"What's your name?"

I looked at her face, which was so beautiful that almost all the men in the world could go crazy for it, and I lost my mind, and said slowly: "Xuanyue."

"Alright, Xuanyue, call me little aunt."

I looked at her and called out, "Sister."

She stared at me in surprise, with a puzzled look on her face: "What is elder sister? Come, Xuan Yue, call me little aunt."

"Little aunt."

She smiled, and it seemed that all the surrounding scenes were echoing her. Her smile seemed to make people ignore everything around them and just focus on her.

Qianling, this is her name.

"This is my own name, Xuanyue, how about it, does it sound good?"

"Sounds good." It is the most beautiful name in the world.

I had no family, and wandered like a beggar until I met her.

Ten years have passed.I have been by her side for ten years, I am as tall as her, and my face has grown. At this time, the men in the city are not only in love with her, but many people come to our house to propose marriage.

This time, it is to propose marriage to me.

Recently, she always looked at me with a frown and asked me if there was a man I liked.I shake my head.I even feel a little disgusted by those men who are always around me, because they always block my view of my little aunt.

She is my little aunt and we have lived together in this place for ten years.In ten years, my appearance has changed a lot, but she hasn't changed at all. Except for her words being more normal than when I first met her, her face has not been modified by the annual rings at all. It seems that she is still the same as the first time I met her. The woman who has all the curiosity about the world.

Under her wings, I grew up very well. I like the feeling of being around her, and I even like the amazing look hidden in her eyes after she finds that I have become more and more dazzling.

I like to provoke her, just like a woman in a brothel provokes men in the world.I want to make her eyes stay on me all the time, I like to see her look at me with shame and anger from time to time, just like I like to see her smile, I like her.

Her refusal to please men is also my favorite scene.I'm just glad that she just likes to be lively and has no intention of connecting with anyone.

How can those vulgar men deserve to get involved in the most important people in my life.

"Little aunt." Opening my eyes, I called her.

"Little aunt." When I have nothing to do, I also call her.

"Little aunt."

"what happened again?"

"Do you think I look good in red?"

She walked slowly to my side and straightened the folds of my clothes: "Peach blossoms and moonlight, faint red lotuses. Our Xuanyue is naturally the most beautiful."

I looked at her with a satisfied smile: "Little aunt is the most beautiful person."

She looked at me helplessly with a smile, and scratched the bridge of my nose: "Don't be silly, I need to go out recently, you should stay at home, don't go to the brothel again."

At that time, I didn't know what was the reason for her to go out, it's just that she waited for a few years.

I wanted to find her, but there was nowhere to go.

I want to wait for her. I'm afraid that she won't be able to find me when she comes back, which will worry her.

I went to the brothel to learn some provocative skills, I hope I can use them when she comes back.

Every time I go to the brothel, I always look for an oiran, she is not human, I know she is not human.At first, I thought it was because I was different from ordinary people, and I could perceive some things in her that were different from other people.It was only later that I realized that this ability in me was related to my little aunt.

Where is the oiran different.For example, her strong charm that can be exuded without any movement.The kind of charm she exudes, even as a woman, I can't resist.I didn't have any malicious intentions. After she realized my purpose of coming, she confessed her identity to me.

Charming.

Although she is not human, her heart is not bad. When I was waiting for my little aunt to come back, I often visited her place as a guest.She said her name was Shu Yao.

Shu Yao is correct.It suits her very well.

Recently, rumors about a hundred ghosts have been circulating in the city.It is said that all the animals and plants have become sluggish recently, and it seems that they have encountered some evil and dark things. If there is a person who does not return at night on the road, he will encounter hundreds of gods and ghosts.Thus, there is the theory of a hundred ghosts.

It has been mentioned in the books I have read that hundreds of ghosts are hundreds of different ghosts, and each place has a different way of saying it.Some places say that all kinds of ghosts are demons transformed from various animals, and some say that they are the souls of human beings who died in various ways.

But here, for the safety of the children in the family, the people said that it was a ghost who came to catch the children who had not yet returned home at night.

It is also nonsense.

Because in this city, the only thing I can feel is Shu Yao, who is a different kind.And I also believe that this is not what Shu Yao did.

It was also because of this incident that I knew that Shu Yao, a monster, had a human being she cared about.It was a 6-year-old girl.It was the same age as when I first met Qian Ling.

"Sister." Her name was Sister Shu Yao.

I laughed because I remembered that when I met Qian Ling for the first time, Qian Ling asked me to call her little aunt.

"Sister." She also called me sister.

She is a very beautiful little girl, her eyes are much clearer than when I was six years old, and the clothes on her body are also cleaner than me at that time. Shu Yao called her Ning'er.Moreover, Shu Yao took good care of her.

In contrast, Qian Ling was so clumsy at that time.It is also because of this that she is always in my heart.Little aunt, Qian Ling is the only one who cannot be compared.

Although the theory of the hundred ghosts is a rumor spread by people, many children are still afraid of it at night.Including Ning'er.

Shu Yao had guests in the brothel and couldn't leave her body, so she asked me to accompany Ning'er at night.It was summer at this time, during the daytime, the fire umbrellas were high, and the gold and stone flowed, but at night, the cold wind invaded the muscles, and the coldness was wanton.Even I couldn't resist the sudden coldness.

I held Ning'er in my arms, and sat in front of the door with her, waiting for Shu Yao to come back, to protect her from the cold.Time passed slowly, and I gradually recalled that Qian Ling once seemed to be like me surrounding Ning'er at this time.However, at this time, she had no news at all.

"Sister, you said a hundred ghosts, is it a white ghost?" Ning'er asked me in my arms.

I was stunned for a moment, then smiled and explained to her: "Hundred ghosts are not white ghosts, they are composed of hundreds of different types of ghosts, so they are called hundred ghosts."

"But..." Ning'er hesitated in my arms, then gradually stretched out her hand, pointing to the road not far away: "Isn't that... the white ghost?"

I froze for a moment, and looked in the direction Ning'er pointed.

At the end of the road, under the sway of the moonlight, a white figure came slowly, with some strange white flames floating beside her, illuminating her snow-like face.

At that time, I was only shocked.He even affirmed what Ning'er said in an instant: Hundred ghosts are actually white ghosts.Otherwise, how can there be some strange flames floating around ordinary people?

I looked in the direction of the white ghost in shock, and could only see that she was walking forward slowly, walking stiffly as if she had lost her soul.I don't know when my body became stiff, I can only see the white ghost slowly passing by Shu Yao's house, walking in front of me.

I could feel the chill rushing in front of me, and Ning'er who was driven away by the chill and kept shrinking in my arms.

The white ghost suddenly stopped, turned his head numbly, and stared at me with a cold expression.My breathing froze subconsciously, apart from the shock and fear in my heart, it was a chill that was hundreds of percent colder than before.

This kind of cold, like being in an ice cave, how could it appear in the summer night?Could it be because of this white ghost?

Only at this time can I see her face clearly, because of the strange white flames around her, it sets off her snow-like clear white, delicate face, like a beautiful work of art carved out.I suddenly sighed that there are such amazing people in this world.

Apart from Qian Ling, the first person who amazed me.

She is not a ghost.

Under the moonlight, her shadow remained motionless as she stopped.

But the strange white fire floating beside her was extremely permeating.

"Are you... a human or a ghost?"

Her eyes moved for a moment, then she turned her head back and continued to walk forward, her indifferent expression was farther and farther away from me, she didn't have the slightest intention to speak, nor did she intend to stop.

"The white ghost is so beautiful, why is everyone afraid of her?" Ning'er got out of my arms, looked at the person who had gone away, and murmured.

The chill on his body gradually dissipated, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, it was dawn.

Ning'er looked up at the sky and said, "It's already dawn, why hasn't sister come back yet?"

I also looked up at the rising sun, feeling a little dazed.Yes, it's dawn, why hasn't little aunt come back yet?

The author has something to say: Xuanyue’s episodes include: Qian Ling, Ling Jue, Shu Yao (Mei Yao), Ning Er