In the fifth year of my life, there was no money in the account. I suspected that the man who had been burning my paper was dead, so I spent a lot of money looking for him. I didn’t know he was sitting across the street with a pretty girl, and I put a cup of my favorite coconut-shock milk on the table.
One.
“You’ve had a tough time. So, how’s your income? I’m sorry.
The girl across the bridge was wearing a velvet dress, slightly lower her head and a red on her cheek.
“That’s it. He leans on a chair and hangs his son while he is away.
The girl listened to that little change in her face, so she had to get up when her bag was tight.
“Do you see that building across the street? That’s mine. I’m sorry.
The bridge rounded up the second man’s leg and kept his lighter in his hand and looked at the girl in front of him.
Cut, mobster.
I scolded him for being so rich he wouldn’t even burn me a piece of paper.
The girl sits back, because she’s filled with joy and consternation, and her pretty face is a bit twisted.
The bridge seemed to enjoy the fun, and he said, “But do you mind if I die my wife?” I’m sorry.
“No, no, I’m sorry. This is not going to work for the girl.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s just a little heartless thing. The bridge is laughing and tears are coming out.
Fuck you.
When I moved my hand, the glass broke between two people, and the girl was about to have her hand shrunk and she was scared.
“What, how did it suddenly break…”
“Maybe it was a ghost? I’m sorry.
Put down the lighter on the bridge and wipe it on the table with the tissue, five seconds later…
“Fuck! * He threw the towels, but he didn’t seem to like it, he threw the lighter. *
“It’s been five years since you’ve seen me before. I’m sorry.
“What are you mad at? When I died, I said I’d burn money every year. I was so angry that I thought he was dead.
“I sort of figured it out. You used me as a cash machine. I’m sorry.
“What ATM machine bites like you?” I’m sorry.
“When you died, did I treat you well? The dog really ate his conscience?”
“I have no conscience? You can live without conscience? I’m sorry.
After ten rounds…
“Smoke and rain! I’m sorry.
The bridge!
“You son of a bitch! I’m sorry.
Two.
One person can’t see my voice and I can’t hear it.
The girl thought he was possessed and ran away and called: “Yes, he is handsome and rich, but she has a problem with her head and she is angry.” I’d rather not. I’m afraid he’s up in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.
“Come on, come on, there’s no paper this year. The bridge said one last word to the air and came out of the coffee shop and ordered a cigarette.
A crazy woman with a hair and hair under a utility pole not far away is shaking.
When the bridge passed, she threw her coat in her hand and left.
“You’re very generous, so you won’t burn me paper, right? I’m sorry.
I hated itchy teeth, soft hands, smoke in his mouth.
He frowned and threw the smoke in the trash.
I moved my hand, and half the smoke was blown up by the wind, and a bang hit him in the face.
“Do you believe I’ll take your grave?” I’m sorry.
I finally stopped talking about the bridge.
I’ll never confess when I’m alive. But I’m dead, and now I’m a ghost, and I’m really scared of people taking my grave.
I don’t like it!
The more the wind passed, the more I tried to breathe, and when the bridge went to the cold alley, I sucked all the garbage bags of hundreds of metres into the air, and put four big words in the air: “Burn me paper!”
“Smoke and rain, are you fucking sick? The bridge is completely pissed off.
3
“No paper, no shit. I’m sorry.
The bridge cut its teeth off and made it clear to me: “If you can, show me my life.” I’m sorry.
I was angry with the garbage bag, and the man must have known I couldn’t kill anyone to say anything.
As a law-abiding ghost, even the fainting of a man is held in silence. It’s just like a gym. It’s bad, but it’s fast.
It’s cool when you’re done.
If I had the guts to kill a bridge, I’d be in hell on the spot.
“Look what you did. I’m sorry.
When the bridge picked up the stones on the ground and threw them into the garbage bag vortex, it was like, “You’re dead and you’re dead.” I’m sorry.
Dead end bridge. It’s been almost five years.
I was going to do some damage in his house today, and I felt the luxuriousness of a pompous man, and I didn’t expect him to stop in the wilderness — not far from the abandoned and rotten tailhouse.
That’s it? That’s it?
I don’t understand.
The cold, wet air came out, rusty rails sounded “creaking” and there was no light in the building.
Most importantly, this building, except for the bridge, is a fucking ghost!
4
The bridge seemed to be used to it, and he kept his head down, playing with the starter, while he touched the key and opened the door, and I went right in.
I don’t know where he got it. It’s pretty bright in the house.
There were warm wallpapers on all sides of the house, a house-shaped, warm yellow light on the side of the bed and my favorite blue windbell on the window.
It looks lovely.
The bridge left me alone, took my clothes and took a bath. I fell in bed a few times and poked the wind bell and ended up getting bored and fell asleep in the lamp.
In the middle of the night, the door was ringing, and I rubbed my eyes on the light bulb.
The bridge was lying on the bed, turning around, and then staring at the eyes, squeezing the covers a few times: “Can you be quiet?” I’m sorry.
The glass on the table is broken.
“Pow–” Orange juice spilled a table.
Yes, I’m expressing dissatisfaction.
You can’t plant everything on me because I’m a ghost. What kind of place did you choose?
What makes you think it’s a ghost named “Smoky Rain”? I can’t sleep in this shithole.
“I’ll just say two words, as for you, you scoundrel.” I’m sorry.
The bridge shrouded its hair, reached out and turned on the light, and I immediately went out.
He scolded and took a couple of fragrances from the cupboard and put a yawn on the lighter: “Come on, sleep with me.” I’m sorry.
I’ve always been restless and bought a lot of incense to help sleep.
The one I’ve ordered on the bridge now tastes like a dim cinnamon.
The familiar sweetness floated in the room, and in a few minutes, I hung up on the hanger and fell asleep.
5
When I woke up the next day, I was freezing and hanging on a hanger.
The bridge was looking for food, and he opened the fridge and took out an unopened bottle of orange juice, wrinkled his brow and yelled, “It’s awful. I’m sorry.
I’m gonna break the lid and pour a whole can of orange juice.
I don’t know.
I just threw my face, and I licked my mouth, and it was sweet.
That’s what he’s gonna do to me.
Childish.
When the bridge was finished with the whole box of milk, I didn’t make a move, and he finally sensed it wrong.
“Are you leaving? I can hear a bit of disappointment on the bridge.
He pulled a piece of bread and stuffed it in his mouth and his phone rings.
Hello? I’m sorry.
And a few seconds later, he showed himself in the face of the villains, and I heard him say with contempt for life: “At last he died.” I’m sorry.
I can hear you. This guy’s not gonna do anything, is he?
“Smoking? The bridge yelled at the air for a while, and I hung on the hanger.
I always thought he wasn’t really calling me, but wanted to make sure I wasn’t.
He seems to have something to hide, something to do with the dead man.
Six.
I didn’t answer the bridge, pretended to have left, and he tried to finally leave without fear.
The building was full of noises, the ghosts were making noises, and a wife and a wife came by and pulled me off the rack.
For the most part, the lonely spirits that remain among the human beings have unfinished business and cannot be born. They follow the rules. They don’t usually hurt people.
And I’m a staff member, but I’ve only signed a five-year contract with the capital, and this is the last year.
The building was hurried down, and I suddenly thought of a serious problem.
Our unit has strict rules on this matter, and we cannot come in private unless it is a matter of business and legal tourism.
This time I bought a day-to-day ticket to pay 10 times the price once I’m out.
And now, almost time out.
I didn’t hesitate to walk out of the rotting tail. I just wanted to go back to the vagina. When I crossed the street, a man passed me, and she couldn’t see me, and I reacted for a while.
It was the woman who was crazy and was wearing the coat she had tossed on a bridge.
She walked very slowly, with her eyes staring in the front, while reaching her hand away from her short hair on her forehead.
I looked back at her long shadow and made sure it wasn’t really crazy.
Is it fake? What does she want?
I couldn’t wait to get back to my vagina.
7
I put in the living and dead books that my assistant borrowed from me in the room, and the books were on, and it seems she’s been through.
We are not the central management of the Dictionary, but we can only see those who are dying in the last six months, and the page she turns up has several names coming out of red pen circles.
I was going to close it, and suddenly she left me a note with only one name.
Yoo-young.
Put it in the book of life and death, and I think of a bridge.
He is not a violent man, although he has a bad temper. He can’t do this. But that’s weird. Who was the guy on the phone and how did he die? You got a big grudge against him?
We’ll have to take another day off.
Think about it, I’ve never been to a bridge for years to save money, except work.
I’m supposed to work day and night and collect money every year and have to save a lot of money. There’s too many disasters like the bridge. It’s the kind of disaster that can’t die, but tortures people. I find out that I’ve spent all day trying to save him from it, and it’s like running water.
So now I really need the huge amount of money on the bridge, and it’s only 10 days before the festival, after which it’s useless and has to be pressed again.
8
A few days later, I finally took a day off and bought another one-day trip ticket.
On the way, she met old acquaintances with a box of “boom-boom” and pointed pink eyes at me and said, “How about my new makeup?” I’m sorry.
“It’s nice. I’m sorry.
“What is this?” I’m sorry.
“A new ghost. I’m sorry.
She lifted the box a few times: “I don’t know who I am, I’ve been taken from my grave every day, and I can only stay in a shelter until the normal procedure is completed.” I’m sorry.
“It’s gone crazy today, and the boss asked me to send the ghost to a treatment. I’m sorry.
It is true that if a grave remains torn after death, it will be judged to be in dispute, at least for the time being.
Such a ghost prince is the most indistinguishable of the trial, and I stare at the box, and I say, “That’s bad. I’m sorry.
This enemy is a real enemy, and no one can rest in peace.
“It’s just that the boss kept his eyes open about this. I’m sorry.
Then came he to say, “You also know that he did not allow his enemies to be buried before he was born, and that he was lashes, so he was too in love with those who took graves. I’m sorry.
“But the enemy’s life is hard enough. It’s okay. I’m sorry.
Life is hard…
You live in a haunted building without losing your fortune? “What’s the name of the gravelifter?” I’m sorry.
The bridge. She replied.
9
You’re good at taking graves. I couldn’t wait a moment. I went to see him with a day’s ticket.
Then shocked. The bridge is at the station, next to a little boy.
“Hey! I’m sorry.
“What have you done?” I’m sorry.
He looked down at this little boy, “What about you?” I’m sorry.
“I tore someone’s homework. I’m sorry.
“I took people’s graves. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Has the world become so strict in the last five years? You’re even gonna get caught in a job?
When the boy heard the bridge, he opened his mouth and was dragged into his room. The ping-pong-pong inside was ringing for a while, and he came out with a blank face, then he was staring at the wall dead, and suddenly he cried.
At first, he had a fit, crying in two minutes.
“Shut up, as for him?” The bridge was impatient to cover the little boy’s face with his huge hand. Who knew that the boy was crying worse.
“You, what do you know? I remember something sad. I’m sorry.
The young boy shouted “wow” in grief, and he pulled the hand of a bridge: “I was heartbroken.” I’m sorry.
When the bridge started laughing, he opened his hand and asked, “What’s so sad? I’m sorry.
“I tore up my homework for the children, who chose someone else in the manual class today. I’m sorry.
“The boy? A girl?”
The bridge beats his back, and he looks like he’s coming. A woman’s promise is a lie. I’ve just been married to a daughter-in-law who has been with me for the rest of her life. I’m sorry.
10
It took me a while to find out that the boy was the nephew of the police officer in the room and that he was trained after school.
Although it was a real sin to tear someone’s work apart, it was not enough to make a move.
And the bridge, he was just scaring little boys.
He came here with nothing to do with the grave because of the coat he gave the crazy woman.
The coat was found in a bad end of the bridge, covered with blood and mixed with mud to make a bad smell.
When I came, they had finished, so I had no idea what was going on, except that the police officers had taken the bridge out of the house politely and did not seem to consider him a suspect.
The bridge came out and passed through the music fountain, and I loved to take him for a walk in the night of summer.
And he walked round and round around the fountain without a light, until the wind blew up, and I came up with it and went into his sweater.
It’s so close to his heart, I put it up front to feel his heartbeat, so warm.
For some reason, he walked and suddenly reached out and touched his heart, then he grabbed his sweater and loosed his hand.
Eleven.
When the bridge came home, the television was turned on and he was lying in bed with his eyes closed.
“If you care about me, how can you push me to someone else?” I’m sorry.
“Love is not possession, it is fulfilment. “The man is not crying.
Good blood…
When the Lord and the Lady were hugging and crying, I kicked the bell so loudly.
And that’s when the bridge suddenly opened its eyes and then looked at the ceiling and said, “If you loved someone, how come you never came back to see him?” I’m sorry.
He sat up and grabbed the blue windbell: “You said you loved me. I’m sorry.
Then came another wind, and We threw it into the arms of the bridge, and put it on his chest, as if he were carrying it.
Yes, the bridge, I love you.
You must know that.
The bridge fell on its eyes, its hands slowly released the wind bell, and it ended up lying on the back of two hands in the heart position.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I heard him groaning: “I give you paper to burn.” I’m sorry.
12
The warmth lasted only for a moment, and a few minutes later, the bridge kicked the covers to the ground and said, “Fuck, how come I’m begging you?” Don’t come if you don’t want to. I don’t need it. I’m sorry.
All night long, the bridge was immersed in, “Why should I ask you?” “Why don’t you come and see me?” “It’s hard to get through this.
And I was lying on the light bulb quietly, and it seemed like the bridge could feel my presence, and it looked like I was gone tomorrow.
He just got another call. It’s supposed to be somewhere.
I know that as long as I’m here, he won’t go.
It’s probably about the grave. He obviously didn’t want me to know, so I had to follow him quietly.
The next day went well, and as long as I didn’t hear anything, the bridge would think I was gone.
He’s a tough guy, actually.
I saw him fill the trunk with some rice gravy, and put two new beds in it, one driving out of town.
13
The road was becoming increasingly narrow and difficult to walk, and the clouds came down with a drizzle of rain, and I shrunk on the wall of the car.
After all, isn’t the bridge really on the path of crime in the years?
Do people go to places like this?
After a very dangerous steep slope, he pulled over.
There was a big tree behind it with a squalid shed, which appeared to be shaking.
The two beds were packed with water-protected cloths and placed with the food in the shed, where they ended up standing on the side and smoking a cigarette, before returning to the car.
He changed his direction, and when I thought he wanted the same way back, he took another way at the turnoff.
This road is even more difficult, and the car will not be able to go by then. The bridge stopped the car and dragged some tools into the woods.
It’s dark in the woods, the sound of rain and sand and, occasionally, the sound of birds coming out of their wings, even my ghost feels like shit.
There was a little rain after passing through the woods, and there was a peach forest, a new grave in the middle of the forest, and the wreaths and paper around it were not wet.
The bridge lit another cigarette, half of which he suddenly scolded and threw it on the floor, and started … stabbing the grave.
Looks like this is the ghost’s grave. Soon after my last visit, the bridge got a call and took the grave.
He has not been idle for these days, and he has been taking his graves wherever they are.
How much hate did he have when I was alive?
14
After a while the clothes on the bridge were wet and the drops fell from his hair. At the moment, he was luminous and faceless, as a controlled puppet, mechanically repeating the actions of his hands.
Half the grave, a skinny woman in the woods, just saw the bridge crash.
“Everyone is dead. Leave her alone! * She can’t get down and beat the mud next to her and in the rain it’s like a piece of dead wood. *
When the bridge was not heard, the woman cried: “Oh, God, isn’t it enough for her to suffer these years?” That’s enough to pay the debt, right? I’m sorry.
No matter how many times a woman begs and curses, the bridge is not moved, and then she goes crazy and goes up and beats him, saying, “Let go, let go!” Can you blame us? I’m sorry.
When the bridge player blew up, the whole man spread a terrible hysteria, and suddenly he started to laugh and “scrambled” and cut the tombstone.
It was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which, after destruction, plunged the world into silence until the bridge opened.
“I will not allow anyone to bully her, even if she dies. I’m sorry.
15
The woman was sitting on the ground crying like she was crushed: “Damn! I’m sorry.
Through her cry, I finally found out the truth.
The grave was buried with her cancer-dead daughter, Song Qing.
Song Zheng’s illness was diagnosed three years ago and the bridge has been staring at her since then, waiting for her death.
And the reason the bridge hated her so much was because of me.
I died trying to save people, and that’s why I signed a contract with the local government.
And the man I saved, that’s that cancer that died in Song’s words.
She jumped out of the river one day, when it was dark, and it was just me and her.
At first, she was desperate for her death, and I was running out of energy.
I haven’t been back for almost five years, so I didn’t know she could swim herself.
And when I lost consciousness, she suddenly didn’t want to die, and she didn’t have much energy to save me, so I got caught in the vortex by the river.
Even when she climbed up, she was afraid she wouldn’t mention it to anyone, leaving me floating in the river and losing my life.
The bridge came to me crazy, waiting for only one swollen corpse.
Without surveillance and without witnesses, I was summarily convicted of suicide, of having failed to reach and of having burned to the ground with less good reputation.
He did not believe that Chen smoke would abandon him.
Every day he wandered around the river where my body was found, and even though it seemed to the outsiders that the matter was settled, he persisted in his refusal to give up and made himself a fool.
Perhaps God had pity on him, and one night he ran into me and asked me not to find her and finally learned the truth.
He’s crazy about trying to prove it and telling people who he is, but nobody cares.
Apart from him, no one in the world cares whether a man named Chen smoke died of suicide or of courage. They would even shake their heads and say a word of cowardice.
From that day on, he began to give Song Qian ‘ s words to him; after she had been diagnosed, he waited every day for the woman to die.
16
“It was her life, even if she told the police that she would not be saved. Why do you blame us for all this? I’m sorry.
“What’s the point of dying? Is her reputation more important than her death? I’m sorry.
“And she wanted it. Did anyone force her? Why are you just holding onto it? If both men are dead, let the dead rest in peace. I’m sorry.
SONG’s mother wept all over the floor and cried, and the bridge put down the bad word: “You dare to lay a grave on Song’s grave and make an old man take it once, and I want her to die in peace.” I’m telling you, death does not wash away your sins, the evil man dies as a ghost, and you’re not allowed to run away from your sins. I’m sorry.
“You don’t deserve to die! I’m sorry.
The woman screams and curses: “A man like you will die and die in hell. I’m sorry.
A strange wind came and the curse disappeared into the air. Wet paper blows up, flying all over the sky. The bridge finally stopped, and I saw him look down and asked, “What’s going on?” I’m sorry.
And that was the moment when the woman with the red eyes and almost mad eyes was like a ghost crawling out of hell, picking up a sharp rock and running towards the bridge.
17
The woman had been dumped by him when she couldn’t even touch the bridge, and he looked up at the paper, and there was nothing else to do.
I know he’s waiting for my response.
And the tree next to it suddenly broke a branch, and as the wind went crazy to the woman, it sounded like the curse of an unknown landing, which means, “Smash her!” I’m sorry.
“Mom’s old man put up with you for a long time.” I’m sorry.
“Ungrateful things. I’m sorry.
“Do you also mention my daughter-in-law? I’m sorry.
The fist fell with words, and in front of the bridge, the woman was completely unable to resist, crying and struggling, and she was easily strangled.
I saw only a red-haired, frightened eye on her dry face, and a broken syllable in her throat, just like the tortured devils I saw in the temple.
The bridge was loose as she was about to stop struggling with her eyesight. The woman coughed heavily and then she went on and threw herself in her chest while she ran in the face.
During that time, she fell several times, with mud all over her body, and she was afraid to stop and crawled, fearing that the bridge would change its mind.
18
After she disappeared, the bridge went back to the car and took out a cigarette.
“I almost strangled her the day I met Song, but suddenly I thought of you and stopped. I don’t want to be a murderer. I guess I’ll never see you again. He says:
After my death, Master Wang only told me that every Qing Ming would burn me paper so I could take care of myself and not mention anything else.
After that, I signed a contract with the Divine and never returned, so I don’t know anything about Song’s words.
“I’ve seen it and said you didn’t know anything about it since you died, so I thought it would be fine if you weren’t upset. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want you to know that you saved that thing. Smoke? I’m sorry.
No wonder I’m not here to find Song’s grave, but…
I’m sad, but I’m even more sad when he’s alone in the wilderness, all wet, with red blood and red lips.
So cold, no one hugged him.
There was a mild wind in the car with the windows closed, and the soft velvet of the car leaned forward and kissed him for me.
19
The bridge leaned on the seat and he no longer spoke, reaching out and rubbing the rain on his face, with a gentle look on his face.
I look down at the time, and I’m almost out of time.
It was too late to explain that I had put the paper just brought from Song’s grave on the glass of the car, reminding the bridge not to forget to burn the paper and to leave in haste.
I’m not as rich as you are. I’m sorry.
He was roaring in the back, and I fell in love with his last eyes.
It’s getting harder and harder, and I’m looking at the car parked in the mountains alone, hoping it’ll stop soon, so that at least his way back is not so hard.
I’m really sorry.
20
The bridge, though angry, burned a huge sum of money, which came to the account very quickly, and I ran into some uncertainty on my way to pay.
“Get me a ghost! I’m sorry.
She put the man’s identity information into me, begging: “I was dead the other day, the boss had just finished my trial, and I had to wait for my idol at the door, and if he could stay and work in the palace, he might still be a colleague…”
She’s chatting, with eyes open. And I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look down, and I look down and I look down and I look down and I look at me and I look at this old man, and I look at this old man, and he’s got an old man, and he’s got an old man’s clothes and he’s been dealing with ghosts all his life.
He’s probably an old acquaintance, but he’s just going through the procedure.
And I passed it by the address that was given in vain, in the mountains, and all around it was as silent as dead, and there was only one house on the whole hill.
I look right and right, I don’t see the spirit.
“You looking for me, little girl? “Someone slapped me on the shoulder, and I looked back and I was a bearded old grandpa.
“Grandpa, why do you live here? “I’m a little curious. This place is so depressing.
“There is no connection between the whole human being. I’m sorry.
He replied, “The people I miss are gone. I hope they come to me, but fear that too many people will frighten them.” So one person came to this old mountain forest and thought they might come to me. I’m sorry.
“Did they come?”
“Some are coming, some are not coming. “He has a beard, not much emotion in his eyes, and seems to have gone through the great joys of the world.
“Is it worth it to be stuck in a place like this for the rest of your life for an uncertain wish? I’m sorry.
How can you be sure that it exists, and that it will appear one day? If it had never been a lie, it would have been a waste of time.
“Why don’t you ask the bridge? I’m sorry.
Grandpa lighted my forehead: “Didn’t he want you to come back to see him? I’m sorry.
21
I saw two beds in the shed that day of the bridge grave, and some rice noodles that were not eaten.
Grandpa told me he was a bit famous, and the bridge came to see him.
It was said that the bridge appeared before him as if it was the last breath left to hang, and that the entire person was numb and confused and urgently needed a reason to support him.
When he learned that I was a ghost after I died and that he did not really disappear in the world, he finally came back like a life-saving straw and moved back into a grueling tailhouse and waited for me to come back.
He also chose an uncertain hope for a rain that he did not know would rain.
“It’s more important than anything that for decades, no one knows the way back, but at least he survived. I’m sorry.
Grandpa looked at the house he lived in and turned around.
“This whole life, the hardest thing to define is what’s worth. Even if a wish is reached, there will always be a desire for it, and man’s desire will never end, so many things are worth it if you will. He finally said,
22
When I sent my grandfather to the palace, he came up and grabbed me, “He said you were leaving, too.” I’m sorry.
“When the little orange leaves, the black face is even worse. I’ll have to look at his face every day. She’s sad.
The little orange is my assistant, she’s not a ghost, to be exact.
The spirit is just a temporary separation from the body and a chance to go back, but it has no memory and we can’t see her face.
I don’t know how she got here, but it’s probably because she lost her memory and couldn’t help it, so I put her as an assistant, even the name of Orange.
It’s hard to imagine such a lovely name.
I haven’t seen little oranges in days, but I didn’t care if she used to fly to other places from time to time.
It was then that the black man said she was gone.
I’ve always suspected that he’s too concerned about the little oranges, and I’ve been asked when he’s out of class; sometimes I get a little something to bring to the little oranges.
In front of him, he was cold again and pretended to be blind to him.
But, yes, the little oranges are the lonely ones who must go back one day; if they fail to go back, there will be other troubles, and she and the dark are doomed to nothing.
It must have been clear that the black man is such a disciplined ghost.
23
“How many people have you killed in a broken tail? I don’t regret my death… stand still and be honest! I’m sorry.
The sound of torture was heard in it, and it ended with a black decree: “Take them away first. I’m sorry.
He opened the door and saw me, and came and nod at me, and asked, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. * The note I left for the little orange *
“I don’t know what you think. You’re afraid of ghosts. The boss, while looking at the bad guys, can be good for everyone, and if we can get a promotion in a few years, why do we have to pay such a big generation… ”It’s not fair to say that we don’t understand.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
And the darkness stopped her: “Man has a choice, and so is the ghost, so do not stay.” I’m sorry.
He turned around and said to me, “Good luck with the smoke.” I’m sorry.
♪ It’s over ♪
The bridge perspective:
One.
Chen smoke is gone again, I feel it.
I never believed in ghosts when she was alive. But I was standing in front of her grave from morning to night, I believed.
I began to go to the hospital, and I heard that there was a road on the outskirts of the city, and that there was some connection between the old people and the King. I didn’t even think about it.
He told me Chen smoke didn’t know what happened after she died and was doing well.
So I moved into the rotting end of the building, and it was cold and humid, and I didn’t have anyone but me.
I deliberately set the room up as she liked it and bought a warm light and a blue wind bell, waiting with hope.
She should be back, right?
One year, two years, three years each year I burned her a lot of paper but never felt her presence. I suspected she’d forgotten me, but I can’t leave her alone, can I?
I’m afraid she’ll be bullied.
In the fifth year, I finally took a hard time without burning paper and took a special kiss.
I don’t believe she really doesn’t care.
I thought it was ridiculous, even for myself, but the glass broke and I knew she was back.
I’m shaking my hand with a tissue. Is she for me or for money?
It’s almost five years. What if you come back and see me?
Shit, I’ve been living in a pink little princess’s room for years. Don’t you know me?
Smokey, you little heartless thing.
Two.
I was a bastard, and after my mother died I was sent to an orphanage, and I spent most of my life with Chen smoke.
Most of the people in the orphanage are afraid of me. They say that I am insolent, but I am not afraid of the smoke.
She and I fought, and if I did, she wouldn’t admit it.
I don’t want to fight her. I can snap her wrist. And We were always terrorizing her, and she was one of those who believed not in the truth, and kept moving, and commanded me to pick her peaches and plums.
I’m gonna carry her and fall asleep on my back. I’m gonna throw her in the river.
There was a year of theft in the yard, and a teacher bit me to death and attacked me.
I don’t care. I’m a mess in these people’s eyes, but the smoke’s gone.
They say I’m the god of the orphanage and I think she is.
Then my dad came and he had some money, but he wasn’t too rich for me.
The whole yard came to me. I’m sick of my mother’s ass. This son of a bitch was a bad guy.
I didn’t have two days before I ran away with Chen smoke, and I didn’t know why I brought her, probably because she was waiting for me at the door the night I packed up.
I just made a lot of noise when I packed my clothes and accidentally hit her in the hallway with food.
She had to follow me, not me. I can’t keep two people, but I can’t give it a shot if it’s tan.
Then she said she loved me and would spend the rest of her life with me, I believe.
I never said I loved anyone. I should be the only one.
I’ve never loved anyone, she’s the only one. So we should get married so we can stay together forever.
I didn’t think she was dead, and I turned from her only to the abandonment of the world.
3
I don’t even want to talk to her this time, this little thing. I’ll never forgive you if I don’t tell you about these five years.
I don’t care what I think. I’ll be gone soon. I was so angry that I went to Song’s grave alone.
I’ve waited three years for this woman to die, and I can’t do it when I’m alive.
I sent people to watch, and as long as her family moved to the grave, I personally went to destroy her grave.
It’s a good thing we’re not here to see these dirty things.
I don’t care about me, I’ve been trying to avenge her all day, and I must have been in debt to her in my last life, and I’ve only been so miserable in my life.
When he came home the same night, a man who called himself a cop waited for me downstairs in the rotting end, saying he had something to ask me.
At the police station, he took out my jacket for the crazy girl.
He told me that the coat was found in the rotting tail and that there was blood on the floor.
He went all the way through the investigation and was told that he had seen a crazy woman wearing that coat, which looked like his wife.
She’s been missing for years and he’s been looking for someone.
I told him what happened to the crazy woman. He told me to wait outside the door.
I was so upset by the kid next to me, I covered his face.
He’s complaining that the little girl lied to him, and I’m beginning to complain in my heart that I’m leaving and I’m really using me as a teller.
A woman’s commitment is unbelievable.
4
The story of Song’s speech was discovered by the rain, and I know she’s still there.
But the next second, I’m alone in the whole mountain.
I opened my window, the mountain wind was whizzing, and the ice was as cold as to cut my bones.
When I returned, I began to have a fever, and I had abused myself and threw myself in a damp room without taking my medicine or turning on the light.
Does it hurt?
Forget it, I don’t need it.
It’s funny that the dog-blooded TV show that we watched in the rain has already ended, and the dog-boys and the dog-boys can be happy.
What do you think, Chan?
The wind bell never stops.
5
It’s raining, I’m going to the rotting end with an umbrella, and a woman stopped me on the road.
It’s the madman. She’s changed her clean clothes, her hair is up and there’s no sign of madness.
She explained that she had found an elderly man who had fallen and was covered in blood while passing through the rotting end of the building, and that she had temporarily covered him with her coat, which she left in a hurry to save.
I had to have a drink.
She thought too much. But the ghost, I think I just walked away and followed her to the teahouse next door.
Someone invited a drink for tea? Even the smoke and the rain don’t go so far.
“My name is Orange. I was trafficked years ago. I’m sorry.
The woman just sat down and began to remember: “When she was rescued, she was all naked in the corner.” I’m sorry.
“A man came to take off his coat and put it on me and put me behind him. I’m sorry.
I’ve seen it in the eyes of the oranges.
“I followed him until one day I saw him shot. I’m sorry.
She shivered a little bit, she took the tea off her mind, drank it, and finally said, “I went crazy.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the lighter in my hand and didn’t answer it, because I didn’t understand why she was talking to me.
I’m just an unrelated person.
“When you threw your clothes on me that day, I suddenly remembered that year when his clothes fell so softly, covering the world’s dirtyness and all the past I didn’t want to face. I’m sorry.
“The soul recovers its memory, and it wakes up. I’m sorry.
When I didn’t say anything, the oranges raised their heads with hot tea: “People go mad because they lose their souls.” I’m sorry.
“My soul has lost its memory. Do you know where I’ve been all these years? I’m sorry.
She put down her tea: “In the house, under Chen smoke.” I’m sorry.
“I’m Chen’s assistant. I’m sorry.
The lighter flew out of my hand.
Six.
Orange told me to go crazy and call it a disaster.
When a soul leaves its body, it loses its memory, although it is still connected to it, but without the opportunity to believe and remember everything that has passed, it will remain a ghost for life; it will also lose its ability to think for lack of soul.
And if you remember, the spirit will return to the body and the tragedy will be over.
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be afraid of the tragedy, and when the body dies, it’ll be locked up in the house. I’m sorry.
“But this trip was worth it. I saw him…”
The hope in the eyes of the orange made her sound soft: “Although I had no memory at that time, he was not what he was, but I know it was him. On the day of my death, I will die in accordance with the written end, and I will be able to stay with him. I’m sorry.
“You and the smoke and the rain are my benefactors, and some things cannot be told by a ghost, so let me tell you. I’m sorry.
She took out a photo and handed it to me: “This man is Qingqing. I’m sorry.
7
I looked up the address from the orange, which was a very dirty, very old neighborhood, and every house could not see the original color, and the door was like a huge dump, which smelled like rotting.
I looked down and looked at the address, and there was a bang in the back.
Someone jumped off the 5th floor, screaming all over the neighborhood. I called the hospital and rushed to hold her in the ambulance.
The one who jumped was the tan on the picture.
Orange told me that Chen had signed a contract and a confidentiality agreement.
In five years, if she can get enough money, she will have a chance to return to the world.
It’s a huge amount, but she can’t tell her family about it. For the fifth year, this year, she’s nearly had enough money, only the huge amount of money I burned her every year.
That’s why she came to me in a panic, asking me to burn her paper.
After she had enough money to get her chance, she had to choose a person who had reached the time of death for that period of time, who had to be completely unconscious of survival. And in order to be invisible, this person must be isolated, without relatives and friends.
That is to say, there must be a person who voluntarily dies and who happens to be dead, and no one cares about him.
“The human being is the one I chose before I left. I’m sorry.
He said, “Just after writing this man’s name, my soul suddenly remembered everything that had gone back to my body. I’m sorry.
This opportunity is made possible by the fact that it is a very low success rate, and if it fails, it will go to hell, because it is itself a violation of life and death.
This operation was established to highlight humanitarianism and to allow those who want to die and those who want to live to share what they have, but it does not control the success rate.
The smoke rain needs to fall into the body at the moment when the person’s soul leaves the body, when the body has already been severely damaged, and modern medicine may not save it.
In other words, she spent so much of her time gambling on her own, and in the end, she could lose because of this body.
Even as she falls into this body, she is suffering and confused, and can only survive on her own consciousness and faith.
It’s made, it’s made.
All I can do is call an ambulance and try to save the body.
8
I’ve got blood all over my body, a strange face, and I can’t stop shaking when I touch her. I’m afraid, I’m afraid it’s my tan and not her.
This is the second time that the unknown fear has engulfed me, and I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose it again.
She was soon taken to the operating room, and I sat in the hallway and heard a cry and the next room was pushed out by a man with white cloth.
Five years of my nightmares re-emerged in my head, and I always dreamed that tan smoke rain was laughing in front of me, and as soon as I reached out to her, she became ash and blown everywhere.
I’ve got two hands in my hand, and I can’t stop it.
All these years I’ve had all these flashlights flashing in my head, and every frame has smoke and smoke.
She’s already in my blood, but I don’t know how to save her and how to keep her.
I suddenly regret that it’s good that she’s in the house. Why do I have to bring her back and make her suffer?
If I didn’t want her back in the first place, would she give up the chances of success?
I wasn’t too selfish.
As long as she’s happy and well, what if she’s not with me?
Love is not a result of being together forever.
In love?
Why do people love each other?
Why would Chen smoke and I love each other?
Love is to stop being lonely, not to suffer.
Love is neither perfect nor possession; it is the good thing of legend, even if it is a lie of the world, and it is time to waste.
But you told me we were so stubborn, right?
9
The operating lights went out and my legs barely stood up, and I had to walk through it. The heavy door was opened and the doctor came out and shook his head and said nothing.
My head was blank and my whole body was gone until the second doctor came out, and he said, “Let’s go to the intensive care room. I’m sorry.
I usually sit down against the wall, fortunately there’s still hope.
The whole human being can’t think at all, I can only grab the last straw of my life and do what the doctor told me to do, until a few days later.
It seems better this time. The doctor allowed me to see her.
It’s called a green body full of pipes, which is clearly a strange face, but suddenly my eyes are red.
She was afraid of pain.
As I walked over, it seemed that the people in the bed were moving, and I was afraid to touch her, afraid that she would really turn into a corpse.
She was wearing an oxygen mask, her finger moved slightly, and the young nurse whispered to me, “You can talk to her, she can hear.” I’m sorry.
And I crouched down and whispered at her bed, “I love you, smoke and rain.” I’m sorry.
For almost 20 years, I didn’t have a moment to love you.
Even if you’re a ghost, even if you’re in this scavenging body.
You may not be the world’s pet, but you’re the only one on the bridge.
10
She was sober when she came out of the intensive care room, but she was wearing an oxygen mask, and she looked at me like that.
In the end, she looked at my unwashed hair for days and blinked, meaning: no eyes.
I rubbed my hair in the twilight, looked out the window, and it was a good day to cut my hair.
When she returned, the nurse had shaken the bed, leaning on the bed to see the sun in the room, and had reached for the dust under the sun.
It’s not a stop for a moment.
I’ve been standing at the door for a while and I’ve been looking at her.
I was afraid she’d ask me who I was, and it was a dream. Until she found me, waved at me, laughed.
I went to sit on the bed, and she reached out and grabbed my hair, which I had just cut, and her hands slowly moved down, and she painted my eyebrows.
Then the fingertips fell on my eyes and lips, and she seemed to remember me.
I shivered and held her hand in her hand, so warm and soft that I never wanted to let go again.
And she looked up at me, and there were tears shining in her eyes, and the tenderness of my memories.
It was like a soft wind came into my arms, and I heard her leaning on my chest and whispered, “I came back with you on the bridge.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
