15. Little girl on the bed.
The little girl.
I don’t think so. I’ll see you when I move.
I’m a baby in charge of the bed.
I’m not like my ghost colleagues.
They’re all under pressure.
I pick food, only good pressure.
(1)
We can suck on the living when ghosts crush our beds.
Each time, when it is on a man, it creates a nightmare based on his own subconscious.
People panic when they get into nightmares.
The more conscious the demons resist, the more refined we can take.
That little sister I was looking for yesterday was nice.
Skin with big eyes. Looks Sven.
I didn’t think it was going to work.
She’s trapped in my sleep.
Then she realized that she was under a ghost, and she started struggling, and I almost didn’t put her out of bed.
She scolded me for half an hour.
That’s a dirty word.
I don’t know where these people sound wrong.
If you say it’s a ghost’s bed, you swear it. The harder it is to hear it, the better it is to get away with it.
Of course these are fake.
The more you scold us, the happier we are.
So, all these years.
I don’t know what to do, but I’m getting away with it.
(2)
It’s hunting time again.
Let’s see, who I picked up today?
I’ll be there when the last light of the sun disappears on the horizon.
I’m not that smart.
Powerful ghosts can come out during the day.
Maybe it’s a little bit related to my ability to pick.
My mother told me not to pick food when I was alive, and she said there was a good reason for the child to pick food.
But I couldn’t stop looking at those fat-headed people who stink.
So let me continue to pick and eat, and live without choosing what I like, and die without making myself do what I don’t like.
(3)
I like to wait for prey at the dark corner of the street, under the dark light and at the corner of the stairwell.
Look, the man who came in front of you looks good.
He was wearing a white shirt, tall, thin and thin.
High and delicate noses, deep eyebrows, laced faces, and a thin red lips.
That’s nice. I like that. It looks good.
The man was a little tired on his face, carrying a briefcase, and left in a hurry.
I looked at the time. It’s almost 11:00.
People get into nightmares when they get tired.
Looks like we can have a full meal tonight.
I floated behind him and followed him into the district, into the elevator and into his house.
His house was clean, his style of renovation was similar to that of his whole person, with black dining tables and chairs, leather couches, metal closets, all of which revealed a lack of abstinence.
The man was quite clean, even at this late hour, he went to the bathroom first.
But this guy’s boring. I’ve been walking around the house and I don’t see anything funny.
I can’t even watch the show. I can’t open it myself. If I scare him to death, I’ll be punished by the devils.
Come on, just wait in bed.
(4)
His room was also clean and clean.
There’s also a slight smell of it.
The bed looks big and soft and should be comfortable lying on it.
There’s an open book on the bed, and I floated over and read “The Three Ts.”
I was lying on the bed and I looked at the book.
A little while later, a hot man took a shower.
I looked at it.
Men are covered in a towel, white and thin, with a little water vapour, tiny beads down their chests, slide through their chests, slip over the mermaid line, and then…
I swallowed it.
I’m a professional ghost. I’m only on the bed. I’m not.
In front of him, I can’t read.
I floated in the air, waiting for the man to sleep.
As a result, he dryed his hair, poured a glass of milk, then sat in bed, found a comfortable position and started reading.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Hey!
Twelve o’clock!
Why aren’t you sleeping at 12?
What are you reading at this hour?
I’m coming over.
Wait a minute. You’re turning so fast. I haven’t finished this page.
Whoa! She’s such a beautiful woman.
Oh, my God. Earthlings and aliens are fighting. Is the universe going to die?
So at the end of the day, did the universe come back to life?
I don’t know.
So this night, one ghost stood up to each other and watched a novel all night.
The moment the sun went up the horizon.
Me, disappeared.
No, I have to come to him tomorrow. I haven’t seen the end of the novel yet.
(5)
The next day, the sun sets.
I couldn’t wait to show up and, with yesterday’s memory, find the man’s neighborhood and float into his room.
The room is still so clean.
The placement of shoes, cups and toothbrushes was carefully examined, even in his bed, which was eight metres away.
I have reason to suspect that this man is suffering from coercion, which is serious.
Good thing the Three Ts are on the nightstand.
The book was placed with a little bookmark.
Page 228, I remember.
I fell on my bed and looked at myself while he wasn’t back.
The clock on the wall is on the clock.
I don’t know how long.
Bang.
It’s the password lock. The man’s back.
I was surprised.
Put back your bookmarks.
Jump from the bed and turn around and hide behind the curtains.
It only occurred to me that I was a ghost, that he couldn’t see me, that he laughed at his own move, that I shook my head and suddenly felt lost.
(6)
The man was wearing a dark suit today.
He was tall, had long legs and was wearing a green suit, which was more obscurantistic, so that he had a cold, unattractive air all over his body.
I don’t know why, though he’s beautiful, he’s always giving people a sense of robotic ice.
He went into the door and hung the key at the door, and his boned fingers pulled the buttons off his shirt, with his collar opening slightly and a fine collarbone.
Well, this man, he looks very tempting.
It’s after 11:00.
Looks like the man’s got a busy job and he’s home at about this hour every night.
The man dropped his briefcase and took a shower.
I looked at The Three Ts on the table and I’m not gonna read the novel tonight.
It turns out.
I guess right.
After taking a bath, he poured a glass of milk and sat on his bed and read novels.
Well…
You can’t watch all night!
It turns out.
I guessed it again.
The man sat on the bed and read a novel all night.
Good.
That’s a real genie.
Man, you succeeded in drawing my interest.
I suspect it’s a trap.
I don’t believe it.
Can you stay awake every day?
I’ll come back tomorrow.
(7)
Day three.
I floated to his house early.
The three Ts on the nightstand are finally gone.
Looks like the kid spent the night reading his novel.
Now that you’ve read the novel, you must sleep tonight.
I can’t stand it anymore.
Eleven, he’s back.
As soon as a man came home, he took a bath, and the sound of the water in the bathroom was as though he were playing, and I followed this beautiful melody and fell upon the bed with joy.
I’m so happy, I could have a nice drink tonight.
I’ve got a little strawberry bubble in my head.
It turns out I’m thinking too much.
The man took a bath, poured a glass of milk and carried a thick Harry Potter.
I counted seven of them, one of them.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
He held up his book and sat on the bed and looked it over.
I’m in a hurry.
Don’t look!
I raised my hand a little bit, and a wind blew in.
“Haley Potter” “whoops and hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.”
The man wrinkled his brow.
Get up and close the window.
I floated to the kitchen again.
“Pop” broke a bowl.
The man went into the kitchen and looked down and picked up the broken china in the trash.
After a while, it’s time for my big move!
Pop.
The lights in the room are out.
I held my back, and I managed to do it.
Well, it’s dark. See how you read.
I didn’t think…
Men flip out a small lamp full of electricity.
He sat back in bed with a lamp.
The book was read in peace and quiet.
(8)
Well…
And?
I looked at him with my cheeks on my back.
At this point, my little head was filled with big questions.
Is he the kind of person who rolls around day and night?
That’s the kind of guy who sleeps in the middle of the night?
But it’s not right. I can clearly feel the fatigue on him.
He hasn’t slept for three days. It’s like I haven’t breathed for three days.
Mentally weak, exhausted, weak.
Men’s eyes are covered in blood.
He’d like to sleep, just like I’d like to suck up.
These Harry Potters have been turned over a few times, and the pages are already slightly yellow.
The man reached out and rubbed his finger in the temple, slowly changed his position and took a hard look at the novel.
It’s… it’s forcing itself to focus on novels.
Forget it, it’s the girl who loses.
If I don’t do it again tonight, tomorrow the spirit will be weak and there will be no choice.
You know, if you’re hungry, maybe you’re just a snorting snorkel.
Oh, no, I’m not. I’m going to float away.
This man suddenly got up.
Are you going to bed in the bathroom?
I turned around, and I got a little excited, and I went back to my bed and sat around waiting for him.
As a result, he did not go to the toilet, and he went outside to pour a glass of water and then opened the drawer by the bed and looked for something inside.
A bottle of white tablets was then removed from the drawer.
I’m curious to come closer.
I can’t believe it.
(9)
I took a few steps back.
A sense of fear was born.
Because I’m too familiar with this drug.
When I’m alive, I sleep with this medicine.
The last day I swallowed up two bottles and never woke up.
And then I’m gonna turn into a bed boy.
Did…
And he…
My pupils were shocked and scared to look at him.
You, don’t become my ghost coworker. I’m trying to get wind of it.
It’s good that he only poured four pieces out. It’s just the amount to help sleep.
Whoa, that’s scary.
Men take their pills, close their books, put them in glass.
Put the pillow down and find a comfortable place to lie down in the bed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
He’s going to bed!
The man lies down and closes his eyes slowly, with long and sharp eyelashes shaking with his breath.
Deep eyes, tall noses, red thin lips, finely sculpted five officers, more refined in light.
Gradually, men’s breathings are calm.
He’s gone into deep sleep.
If I crush him at this time and give him nightmares, it is easy for him to fall into it at this point because he is so tired.
I don’t know why, looking at his sleeping face, it hurts.
I don’t want to suck him.
“Men who have a blouse, let you go tonight. I’m sorry.
I shouldn’t risk hanging from a tree.
I look at the sky.
I can’t pick anything tonight. I’m gonna find someone to suck.
Ready to float away.
Suddenly I was sucked into my body by a force.
It’s too strong to move.
(10)
I was wrapped in this force.
The fragrance, the thick.
I took a deep sip, long time ago.
Strong living spirit.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen so much energy.
It was the last time I met you.
It’s so good to suck, and I roll, swim and float in this power, and feel like it spreads all over my body.
I had a good feeling about it, and suddenly I thought of something.
Wrong.
I didn’t crush him, I didn’t give him nightmares.
And how did this strong nuance come to light?
“No, no, don’t go…”
A man’s mumbling in his ear.
I look back.
His eyes were closed, his head wrinkled, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
The body was also condensed, its hands were strangled and its horns were strangled, and its long, white back was reinforced.
“Don’t… don’t…” The man is shaking, repeating it over and over.
I flew around the house.
There’s no one else here.
There are rules in our ghost world that there should be harmony and friendship among colleagues and that food should not be looted.
What was that all about?
I stood by and watched it for a while.
The man himself created a dream he couldn’t escape.
What he fears in his subconscious is too powerful.
So that two or three hours have passed without coming out.
He’s been in the dream for two or three hours.
Men’s good-looking lips were bitten with blood.
He was already sweaty.
But there are no signs of awakening.
No, he’s not gonna be able to take it anymore.
I could actually go into my dreams and wake him up, but I’m still alive and I’m going to spend most of my years doing it.
For half a day, I didn’t sacrifice myself.
Let’s see if we can wake him up.
We have to find a way to be gentle, not to scare him.
I looked around in a hurry.
Turn on the light and then turn on the TV.
Not yet.
Sound to maximum.
Dude, it’s not waking up.
Maybe the TV’s in the living room. It’s too small.
I can’t open his phone.
Then I’ll sacrifice a little.
I tried to gather my strength and create a little entity.
I’m still 18, and I’m next to the man.
Touch his forehead.
I squeezed my voice to make it sound softer.
“Hey, wake up. I’m sorry.
He’s not responding.
I came a little closer, leaning against my ears.
“Wake up, wake up. I’m sorry.
This time, he seems to have heard my voice.
His lips were softly pumped.
But he didn’t wake up.
I’ll sing you a song.
I used to love singing, and my mom said I was a great singer, and maybe that was my only advantage.
I leaned closer.
Sing what?
I touched the good-looking eyes of a man.
“If I hadn’t met you, where would I be, how I’ve lived, whether I wanted to cherish my life…”
I don’t know if he likes it. We used to like it.
Singing and singing.
The man turned over.
The frowning eyebrow slowly spreads.
He then took a breath.
Slowly open your eyes.
I’m going back to the spirit, floating in the air.
Men’s pale faces have finally recovered a little.
The darkest eyes look at the ceiling.
I don’t see anything. I don’t seem to wake up from my dream.
For a long time, his pretty lips were open:
Is that you?
(11)
Huh?
This here, see me?
I quickly touched my body.
No, I’ve become a spirit.
He couldn’t have seen it.
The man stood up hard and sat up, and he looked around his head, and he found no one else, and he looked down and groaned and held his knee.
“Not her. I’m sorry.
His eyebrow was wet and his tears were falling.
He buried his face in the knee, and his body shivered.
This man… he’s crying… like a little rabbit.
What he/she/it/he?
This ta, isn’t it me?
I don’t know him.
I’ve been dead for almost 20 years.
This little handsome guy, looks like only 278.
When I died, he was a kid in a ditch.
Finally know why this man didn’t sleep.
The one who’s asking for it is the poor one.
The man cried for a while and fell asleep.
He didn’t dream about it any more. He didn’t even flip.
Probably exhausted.
Passive inhalation tonight.
I hiccuped, and I saw a little white in the air.
It’s time to go.
(12)
After a few days.
I floated to his house as soon as I was free.
The man has a wall full of books.
And he’s got a strange taste, a wide range.
Apart from the world’s most famous books, four books, five books, and astronomical geography, there are many novels in the book cabinet.
The night before yesterday, I laughed at “The Bull never gets cold.”
Yesterday, I watched Gray Lives and Death and cried my eyes into walnuts.
Now I’m reading “The Ghost Behind Me,” and the head of this book is a ghost encyclopedia.
Yeah, but I didn’t think we kids were so scary in human eyes.
Well, it says in this book that the devils are women with long, dark hair in red skirts.
I’ll suggest to my colleague next time that she wear a pink dress and get her hair done, and cut her hair and dye the old-fashioned ash.
And this, in a man’s park, swings are always shaking when nobody’s around.
What’s the matter, a ghost doesn’t deserve a swing?
Did the ghost eat your rice?
The swings aren’t allowed to play, they’re a little stingy.
And what we look like, what we look like, what we look like, what we look like, what we look like, what we look at, what we look at, what we look at, what we look at, what we look at, what we look at, what we look at, what we look at.
I floated in front of the mirror and turned around.
It’s a little white, but I didn’t turn my eyes or my tongue.
This is all a misunderstanding!
I hid this “The Ghost Behind Me” in the bottom of the bookcase, and the misunderstandingr had less to read.
He wandered around the man’s house for days and didn’t find the “you” in his mouth.
Right.
His name is Shen-min, a memory.
He’s still having a bad sleep these days.
You’re always stuck in your own subconscious dream.
And, of course, I’m also passively inhaling his own aerobics.
I swear! I really didn’t mean to suck.
I’d be rude if I didn’t take it. Besides, it’s shameful to waste food.
I’m trying to help him shorten his nightmare time.
Sometimes they sing, sometimes they slap him in the back, sometimes they tell him stories.
But he seems to be getting weirder.
He’s home from the original 112.
It slowly becomes 7 or 8 o’clock.
It wasn’t 7 o’clock today, and the man came back in a hurry.
He went home to his usual bath and then laid down in bed.
I saw eye time.
Well, it’s not even 8:00 yet.
Why are you in bed again?
Young man, don’t sleep so much.
I’d like to read a book.
I stood by the bed with my head crooked, and I watched him roll over the bed for half a day.
Brother, don’t sleep hard. Read some books.
He did not fall asleep for two hours, and he rose up and sat by his bed in pain.
His hair was messy, he looked around his eyes and lost his eyes.
The man left a good mouth open.
“Do you only appear when I sleep, Miss Ghost? I’m sorry.
(13)
Are you talking about me?
I was so scared out of my head, I fell out the window and flew in.
I flew around him and I reached out and slapped him in the face.
Look, he can’t see me without blinking.
“I know you’re there, Miss Ghost. I’m sorry.
Oh, my God, my head is really freaking out.
I’ll pick it up and put it on.
It’s like I’m really talking about me.
But he can’t see me.
“Hello, hello. I’m sorry.
I can’t hear you.
Shen went up to the library and looked in the bookshelve for a while and finally found the one I hid behind me in the corner.
“You’re hiding the book. Why, is there something I don’t want to see? I’m sorry.
He talks and opens books.
That’s it. Ghosts will be entangled in the living until they die. I’m sorry.
“So did you come to take me away, Miss Ghost? I’m sorry.
I told you, bad books hurt people.
It’s true that I inhale. But I never thought I’d suck you dry. The normal people were snorted in the bed by the ghosts, and the next day the sun came back! They don’t suck people to death.
Oh, my God!
This book is all bullshit! It’s just tarnishing our ghost image.
I gathered my strength to steal the book in his hand and threw one in the trash can!
“Well, there are ghosts in this world. “Shum-shum-shum-shum-shum-shum-swee-shum-swee-swee-swee-swee-swee-swee.”
He’s not afraid of me.
Shen-Leave the book and lie down on the bed.
“Come on, take me away. I don’t want to live long ago, but I can’t end myself. It says in the book that those who end up don’t see who they want. I’m sorry.
I dropped the curtains.
That’s true, I have someone I can’t see.
I don’t know if she’s okay.
“Miss Ghost, why don’t you help me? I’m sorry.
He closes his eyes slightly up his head, and his sexy larynx goes down on the tone.
Shen-min opened his hand and a mighty man went on his way back.
“You’ll suck me dry, and so will others, and so will I. I will never resist.” I’m sorry.
Look, that’s what they say.
How can I let him know that I’m just pressing a bed and I can’t suck him up?
I floated in front of the mirror.
Hair is good, clothes are nice, eyes are big, noses are small, the face and lips are a little white and should not scare him.
I’m mad at Danda.
Slowly, in front of him.
No surprise.
Shen’s just a little bit.
“Why not a red dress?” That’s the first thing he saw me say.
“I don’t like red. I’m sorry.
(14)
“Come on, I’m ready. * He closes his pretty eyes, and he’s kind of unsolved. *
“Ah … what? I flew next to him.
“I’m ready to die. I’m sorry.
“The one we don’t ask for. I’m sorry.
“What? Aren’t you the one who haunts me all night? I’m sorry.
“I only smoke a little… you can make it up in the daylight.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s not what it says. He opened his eyes and was disappointed.
“Why, you want to die?” I looked at him.
“No reason. I’m sorry.
He sat up, opened the bedside drawer and turned a picture from the bottom.
I’ll take a look.
It’s a picture of a girl.
The long fingers of the obscurantium have carefully touched the faces of the above.
(15)
Shen’s parents died a long time ago.
He’s been with her for years.
Unfortunately, three years ago, she was taken by a car accident.
Shen Wei’s death brought him back into darkness.
Shen Yu has always felt that she killed Shen Wei herself.
If we don’t fight with Shen Wee that day, she won’t run away and she won’t…
Shen had come to this point, and it was red.
He was shaking with pictures and his eyes were empty, as if he were telling stories of others.
“For years, she must still hate me. I’m sorry.
I sat next to him, wondering:
“How do you know she hates you? I’m sorry.
Shen turned around: “As soon as I fell asleep for three years, she fell in the blood.” I’ve always had this dream. I’m sorry.
“So that’s why you don’t sleep? I’m sorry.
“I’ve been insomnia for years, and I can barely sleep on drugs. “I’m going to put my finger on the pills in the drawer.
I looked over his eyes, looked at his hands, and smelled his forehead.
Indeed, he smells of girls in pictures.
But it’s not right. Those who die by accident will soon be alive.
There must be other reasons for not leaving for three years.
“What else did she tell you in her dream? I’m sorry.
“None. I’m sorry.
“I’ll help you once. I’m sorry.
“How?”
“You need to dream about her tonight. I’m sorry.
(16)
I still choose to help Shen.
It’s half a year.
I don’t pick up a few more people and I’ll be able to make it back.
Shen had taken a few pills and fell into a bed.
I returned to the body of the spirit floating above him.
We agreed that when he dreams, I’ll sneak into his dream, and I’ll go in there and look for him.
Shen’s eyes were closed and from time to time she called me:
Miss Ghost, are you still there?
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Are you still there?”
“In. I’m sorry.
“Miss Ghost, is this a deal? I can pay any price. I’m sorry.
“No, we don’t deal with people. I’m sorry.
“Oh, Miss Ghost, I don’t know your name yet. I’m sorry.
“Lin, evening night.”
(17)
He finally stopped speaking.
I looked down.
He looks so good asleep, like the kid I liked when I was 16.
But I swear I didn’t really help him because he was handsome, but I felt like my ghost colleague was having trouble and I had to go inside.
Not for a while.
She’s wrinkled and she’s starting to get tight.
He’s in a dream.
Looks like the whole room’s fine.
I couldn’t help but take a sip.
Whoo!
Now.
I gather strength.
A nice slingtail, drilled into his dreams.
The curtains are dark.
I was in a black tunnel for a long time.
Finally, there’s a light in front.
The vision slowly becomes clear.
I saw a girl running down the building with tears.
It’s Sammy.
I’m coming.
She went down to her garden bench and cried for a while.
Then he got up and headed for the commercial street across the block.
She stopped at a jewelry store and turned around.
She then took out a necklace from the bag and passed it carefully to the clerk.
In the end, Shen Wei went out of the jewelry store and, as she was waiting for a red and green light on the side of the road, she was headed for a lost car.
The last image was that Shen Wei had fallen into a bloodbath, that she had shed blood, that she had closed her eyes at the last moment and that she saw her.
OKAY, SHE SEES THE LAST EYES.
(18)
I’ve come to the most feared dream scene.
The picture has been set here.
Shen was lying in a bloodbath, and her body was like a broken rubber.
She was lying on the ground in a twisted position.
The eyes see the blood and look straight in the direction of the Shen Yu family.
No wonder it scares me.
I looked at them all and shook their heads.
I switched to Sammy’s perspective.
She fell in the blood berth and blood blindfolded her eyes.
At this moment, she’s in front of her blood.
So she didn’t see the last of Shen?
I keep looking.
When Shen Wei was still in her mind, she said, “Get out of here.” I’m sorry.
Hiss… asphyxiation.
Please, don’t ever say “go” to a girl.
(19)
“Have you seen enough?”
A cold sound came from behind me.
I turned my head.
Shen was standing right behind me with a dark face and a bit of a ghost.
I’m out of my mouth.
“Why are you here all the time? I’m sorry.
“It’s none of your business. I’m sorry.
Yo, this kid is rude.
Then we had a fight.
Of course she’s not my opponent.
After all, I’ve been on the street for almost 20 years, and I’ve been hitting her for less than three years.
Now she’s swollen with tears and crouching on the floor.
“Hey, I’m sorry, it’s a little heavy. I’m sorry.
She said, “It’s so bad. @Ambassah: I’m sorry.
I comforted her while pulling her up and sitting on the road teeth.
I told her why I came here today.
Talked to her for half a day.
I finally know. They’ve been talking about it.
When she died, she felt like she was blaming herself.
His brother felt he had killed his sister.
They both have their own grief.
It’s not Shen Wee who’s been talking to me.
“My brother’s a pain in the ass. I’m sorry.
“My brother always told me to study hard, not to look at the flowers all day long. I’m sorry.
“My brother’s also got a baptism. He takes a bath every night to sleep!” You know winter wash! I had to wash myself! I have to wash my hair. You know girls wash their hair three days in winter! I’m sorry.
“My brother…”
I interrupted her.
“So why are you fighting? I’m sorry.
Shen Wee.
My eyes are on. I think I found something.
(18)
‘Cause I broke Mom’s necklace. Shen Wei looked at me like a child who had done something wrong.
“So, in the jewelry store, the necklace you gave the clerk belonged to your mother? You want them to fix the necklace? I’m sorry.
“Well, my brother, I told you I didn’t mean to break the necklace, and I was sad, but he didn’t see me. I’m sorry.
“He has you. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“You’ve been gone years, and he’s been in his books full of your favorite books, and he’s been regretting and blaming himself every day, sleeping on drugs every night, even though he didn’t want to live.” I’m sorry.
Shen Wee’s head down.
“I know, but I told him I had nothing to do with him. I’m sorry.
What? But Shen said that all these years, there was only one scene to dream of you, the scene in the blood hole, and every time you looked at your mouth, there was no sound. I see this kid, 80% of his brain is in your mouth. Give me back my life. I’m sorry.
“I’m weak and I can’t make other dreams, so the picture can only stay at the moment I die, but I always say that I don’t blame you for my brother. I’m sorry.
That’s a little weird.
An accidental death such as that of Shen Wei will not become an evil spirit that lingers with the living.
We were awakened just as we had a violent brainstorm.
My body was sucked away by a strong force and forced out of a dream.
Shen An sits by his bed in a panic, covering his ears.
“Viv, Viv, she’s still blaming me.” I’m sorry.
“No, she told me she didn’t blame you. She just didn’t know why. I’m sorry.
“Really?”
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
It took me six months to get into a dream, and my body was a little dead.
“It’s almost dawn, I have to go. Don’t worry, I’ll go back and ask my ghost elders what’s going on. I’m sorry.
I’m a little dizzy. I almost lost my head.
“Ghosty-Lin night, are you all right? I’m sorry.
“I’m fine. I took a step back and turned into a smoke.
(19)
It’s nice to be back in the ghost world.
It’s a shame how many people I had to put on for six months.
But it’s good, painful and happy, and I didn’t think it was such a happy thing.
It’s true that you asked in the ghost world.
The problem is on that necklace.
The two men’s thoughts were on that necklace, which was like an invisible membrane, and separated them from each other, whether alive or in the sun, and the misunderstanding remained.
Bring back the necklace, the two of them using it as a medium, and the misunderstanding of what to do and what to do with it will be broken. Shen-wei said anything in her dreams, and Shen-min heard it.
Emmm, that’s what they say all the time.
I spent a few days in the ghost world.
On the third day, he was in a better condition and couldn’t wait to get to Shen-min’s house.
But Shen was not at home and there was a note on his desk.
I look closer. It says:
“Thank you so much for helping me. I’ve got a good sun. I’ve got a lot of sun. I’m sorry.
It’s pretty funny.
People are cute, I smile.
I waited for him at his house, I drank water when I was thirsty, and I was bored, and I turned on the TV.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Where is he?
Day two, day three, day four…
I turned over his favorite novel at his house, and I finished reading the new show, and I still didn’t see anyone else.
He and Shen Wei’s misunderstandings haven’t been resolved, so he can’t sleep well these days.
I floated into the bathroom and touched it, dry on the ground and towels, and there was little dust on the table.
This man has not been home for days.
Where did he go?
I’m not feeling comfortable.
Is everything all right?
(20)
I’m going to Ghostland Newborn.
I was wondering if any of the recent new students had a ghost called Shen Si.
Lucky I didn’t. Scared me. I thought… where the hell did he go?
I don’t want to eat anymore, because I want to fix it fast so I can find him during the day.
Every day I pick up a few of the more sturdy-looking boys who suck and wait for him.
I flipped my novels at his house, brushed my play, rolled around in his big bed.
It’s been half a month.
I still don’t see anything.
There was no familiar human spirit in the lit-up house, and I was groaning and thinking about ghosts in bed.
He’s not coming back tonight either.
Just as I was about to float away.
Bang door open.
(21)
I floated at the door.
It’s him.
Half a month without seeing him, Shen was much thinner and still handsome with black glasses on his face, perhaps to cover his thick black eyes.
He seemed more tired than before, but his eyes were bright.
Shen-min saw the light in the room and quickly unloaded his backpack.
“Night, are you there?”
I show the entity.
“In. I’m sorry.
“Where have you been all these days, and I’m telling you, I know why you’ve been so confused because of that necklace, you go to the jewelry store across the street tomorrow, get the necklace back, three years, I hope it’s still there, and the hand-over for the necklace repair is in the red bag on Shenway’s back the day of the accident. I’m sorry.
“When you get the necklace, you hold it in your hand tonight, you sleep early, you should be able to talk to her in your dreams, and hopefully you can untie each other. It’ll make you feel better. She’ll feel better. I’m sorry.
When I said so much, I couldn’t say a word, and he sat quietly on the couch, with his eyes open and his eyes open.
What’s wrong with him?
I wrinkled, but when he came back today, I thought he was strange.
I smelled it.
And there’s something about him that I know and fear.
(22)
I moved my ass and sat away from him.
“I’m done. You do as I say tomorrow, you won’t be insomnia again, and Shen’s safe to go. I’m sorry.
He stopped for two seconds and said thank you.
That’s it?
Aren’t you supposed to jump up and hold me again?
It’s a little different than I thought.
It’s kind of weird. I’m going to run when I’m done.
Shen-min suddenly got up and turned on his backpack.
He said he wanted to show me something.
I sat on the couch and saw him flip a camera out of the bag.
“This is?” I asked him.
“You said Shen-wei didn’t want to go because she missed me. And you? I’m sorry.
“You’ve been a ghost for almost 20 years. Who do you think you are? I’ve been thinking about my eyes.
“I… you stay out of my business. I’m sorry.
“Lin, late in 2004, X County, cause of death, intoxicated suicide. “You’re not leaving because of someone you can’t let go.” I’m sorry.
“You’re investigating me?” I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk, opened the camera in his hand.
“I can’t see the real person. The video should be able to see. She’s doing fine. And she says she misses you. I’m sorry.
(23)
The moment I lit it, my tears fell.
It’s an old man who’s stomping.
She’s almost 70.
She’s still living in our old house, and she’s working on the second-floor window.
Shen had come with a sense of purpose and said that he had been sent by the village to mourn the elderly living alone in the village.
My mother slowly came down from the second floor, rubbed her hands on her body and smiled at her memory.
She seems to be in a good mood, and as many years ago, when someone talks to her, she can talk.
They talked a lot, from lunch to evening, and finally talked about me.
“Lin evening, my unchallenged daughter, anything is good but early death. * She’s dying early, just like I used to. *
I suddenly remember a lot of pictures of me as a child.
She says I pick food and says I’m not tall.
She made me eat more meat and drink more milk.
She held my face and said my evening was the best, and she would compliment me on singing.
“What would you like to say to your daughter if you had the chance? I’m sorry.
My mom looked at the camera and asked you if this was a TV show.
Shen Noded, “It’s an interview. I’m sorry.
My mom pulled her clothes on the camera and cut her hair.
“Evening, you’re there, you don’t look at me, you don’t have to think about me. I can’t take care of you. It’s my fault. I didn’t find you sick. She said, “Here comes tears in the eye and heads down, “Damn Nico, you really haven’t come to see me in years. I’m sorry.
And the saying of Shen, “There is a ghost behind me,” pointed out, “He who kills himself will not see whom he wants.” I’m sorry.
“So you’ve been waiting for her to see her again in 100 years? I’m sorry.
I turned my head, and I let the tears go back: “Certainly.” I’m sorry.
“But…” he said the next sentence.
“The spirits will remain in the world for more than 20 years and will never be able to be reborn until the ashes are gone. I’m sorry.
“I know, I want to see her again. I’m sorry.
“You saw her today, and she’s doing well, and I hope you’re doing well. I don’t know what’s going on between you and her, but we all want each other to be nice, don’t we?” I’m sorry.
“I know, thank you, Shen-min. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, too, Lin. You saved me. I’m sorry.
“You, too, saved me.”
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I don’t think so. I’ll see you when I move.
Good night, Rabbit. Wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
