In life, the first thing is to fill your stomach and survive. Otherwise, it would be really miserable to be a starving ghost down there.

With this belief in mind, Zhou Xiaomeng grabbed the chopsticks and started to eat happily.

Chu Qingmei was not in a hurry to eat, but just looked at her indifferently, watching her frown for a while, fake smile for a while, and then gobble it up.

He has been making a living among the men in the backyard since he was a child. His father was not a favored one, and would get angry at him from time to time because he was treated coldly outside. Therefore, he developed a good ability to observe words and emotions since he was a child.

After becoming an official, he became even more proficient in training.

So he understood that the woman in front of him was hiding something in her heart.

He didn't meet her often, but every time he met her, he was deeply impressed.

Counting from the time when she was still selling pancakes and fruits on the street, he could count the number of times he met her on both hands. But every time, she was full of confidence and enthusiasm. But now, although she was smiling

But it is more of a compliment, a helpless smile, and a feeling of hopelessness.

He couldn't understand why a person who was full of confidence in life suddenly wanted to die.

So he came to see her with doubts.

He had to know the answer, and he wanted to tell her something.

Because if I don’t say it this time, I’m afraid I’ll never have the chance to say it again in this life.

But where to start?

He suddenly became confused.

Zhou Xiaomeng, who had eaten and drank enough, took the initiative to apologize to him with burps and wine burps, and then went back to lie down on the wooden board that was less than her length and width.

He couldn't bear it any longer and called out to her.

"Xiaomeng, please allow me to call you this way. I have wanted to call you this many times in my heart. I came to see you to tell you something, and I want you to tell me something."

"Master Chu, stop talking. I should be able to guess what you want to tell me. It's just that I'm not going to die soon, and I'm very different from you. What does it matter if I say it or not? But, I still have to remind you.

Your Majesty, please tell me that Mr. Liu has no good intentions towards you, and I hope you will take it seriously."

"Okay, what about you? Tell me, why do you have to come out of Shijia? Do you not know what is waiting for you?"

"So, sir, you can't go into the historian's house to arrest me. Does it really have anything to do with you?"

Zhou Xiaomeng also had some doubts in her heart. She originally thought of just hiding them in her heart and turning into dust like her. But now, since she has the chance, she naturally wants to find out. Although she has no chance to repay her, she just wants to say something

Thanks, it's still possible.

Chu Qingmei was startled for a moment, but did not answer, but continued to ask.

"Tell me first, what do you think? Even if you are a beggar, you will try your best to survive. Aren't you afraid of death?"

Before Chu Qingmei came, he had moved all the nearby prisoners to places far away from each other. The voices of the two of them were not too loud. However, Chu Qingmei couldn't help but raise her voice just now. This made Wang Qiang, who was just curious at first, couldn't help but think again.

I became curious.

He quickly sat up and walked to the fence, stretching his ears and getting ready to listen.

She also wanted to know, are there really people in this world who are not afraid of death?

This question was asked twice in one day. Although she was too lazy to answer, a few words still escaped from her pursed thin lips.

"Of course I'm afraid."

"If you are afraid of death, why do you admit all this? You know, as long as you don't admit it, I will find a way to help you."

Chu Qingmei still expressed her plan.

This shocked him, and also surprised Zhou Xiaomeng.

The two looked at each other, he was panicked, and she was also a little panicked.

In the end, she lowered her head to avoid his burning gaze, pretending to turn around and lie down to avoid it all.

But she was still stopped by him. He quickly took her hand and held it tightly.

His hands were always cold, but hers were so hot.

He didn't know whether he was greedy for the body temperature or the throbbing in his heart brought about by this moment of skin-to-skin contact.

"Master Chu, I think you are a little drunk."

"I'm not drunk, Xiaomeng, actually I, actually I..."

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly choked. He, he, didn't even know how to speak.

"Master Chu, I know everything, I know it all. In fact, I also had doubts before, but it was only today that I realized that I didn't admit my mistake. However, these are no longer important."

"Why?" His hand suddenly seemed to have lost strength, and he staggered back a step so that he could see her more fully, but what he was most greedy for was her face. He desperately wanted to see her face.

More emotions can be seen on it.

Because he knows that sometimes the mouth can still lie, but the expression on the face must be more honest than the mouth.

So, before she could leave, he stepped forward to hold her again. He wanted to hug her, but he was still a little cowardly. He really cared too much about what others thought.

"Chu, Qingmei, let me tell you a story."

"you say."

He lowered his head and held her hand tightly. He didn't know that he wanted to hold her and let her stay by his side for this moment, but he also wanted to know what kind of story she would tell him.

But she didn't hesitate and soon started telling the story.

A ghost accidentally wandered into another world, possessed the body of a recently deceased person, lived on her behalf, and encountered a series of things.

Chu Qingmei didn't take it to heart at first, but he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Looking at her in disbelief.

"You? Are you telling the truth in this story? Are you really?"

Before he could ask further, she nodded at him.

This was the first time she took the initiative to tell others.

But she didn't know why, she wanted to tell him.

Tell him his origins.

It is fair that both parties have each other's secrets.

"I remember hearing people say that your temperament before and now are very different. Therefore, it is not that you have changed your ways, but that you are not the same person as before. So, those husbands, are they not yours?"

I don't know why, but after he found out, these were the first things he thought about.

Only then did he realize that he had always been jealous, jealous that those people could stand by her side openly, jealous that they spent time with her day and night, but he was bound by an invisible shackles, even if he saw her more often

Everything is luxurious.

Others see him as a man of great beauty, but in fact what he is greedy for is just the warmth of having his hands clasped together.

What is easily available to others is a luxury and a delusion for him.

But he has been following the rules for more than ten years, and today he just wants to be extravagant.

"They wanted to kill me before, and they still want to kill me now. It makes no difference. I have no feelings for them after all."

When talking about this, images of her and them in the past kept popping up in her mind. She argued with them in the thatched house in Xiaohe Village, and later moved to a big house in the city. They had a warm and cozy life.

There were also quarrels, but they have all passed.

"You? Do you really think so? They? They?"

"Let's not talk about them anymore. I'm going to ask you something. I hope you can agree to it because we had a good time drinking and chatting."

She still didn't dare to express her feelings to him, because she really didn't want another person to worry about her.

But at this time, she realized that she had some things and people that she couldn't let go of, and he was the only one she could see and ask for at the moment.

"you say."

It's not that he can't feel it, it's just that he can no longer care about his own mood at this time, and he still wants to have more relationships.

Even if she just lets herself do something.

It's better than not touching a word at all.

"Ke Shuang is still pregnant with the child. His health is already very bad. If he comes to see me, can you tell him that I don't want to see her, or find other reasons. In short, I don't want to let her come here like him."

He feels uncomfortable."

"good."

She still has someone she cares about, he thought helplessly.

"Also, there is Qingshu. It was just to save him that day that I attacked Zhao Wanruo. The Zhao family will not let him go. I hope you can help me take care of him, Xiaotong and the others, and Yun

Xi and Qingning, please."

"good."

He agreed one by one.

He originally thought that she would put the person she cared about most last, but after waiting for a long time, he raised his head in surprise and saw that she seemed to have no intention of speaking.
To be continued...