Hua Ting became a lonely ghost with no memory of why he died. Before his death, Hua Ting met a little beggar, "Are you the child last night?" "My name is not a child, my name is Xiao Qi, the praying Qi." After his death, Hua Ting met another person, "Why do you keep following me?" "My name is Feng Huaiqi, and I want to be friends with the young master." Green fireflies flew out from everywhere, and people under the bridge held candle-lit lanterns in their hands and looked at Hua Ting on the bridge with smiles in their eyes. Under the candlelight, those eyes made Hua Ting feel familiar. It seemed like he had seen them somewhere before. Once upon a time, there was a person with these eyes. Before his death: Hua Ting felt only darkness and couldn't see clearly the bumps and bumps of the road. The child beside him looked at the fireworks lighting up the night in the sky above his head and stretched out a hand in the flickering light. "I'll take you away, young master." The cold palms of the two people met, and there seemed to be endless warmth coming from them. Then, after the child carefully lit the remaining candle in the ruined temple, he held it in his arms and caught up with Hua Ting who had already walked away. "Sir, it's too dark. Let me take you home." The candle had burned to the end, and the candle oil fell mercilessly, burning the child's hand holding the candle. After a young master became a lonely ghost, he found his family and gained a boyfriend in his daily life. After a little beggar turned into a great cultivator, he found his wife and protected his daily life. CP: 1v11. Visual master and receiver, sometimes changing. 2. There are past chapters and present chapters, interspersed with each other.
Intention: There will be someone who always wants to find you, no matter life or death.