When I woke up this morning and opened the tap, it was blood.
And I looked in the mirror, “Brother, you said yesterday you would never scare me again.” I’m sorry.
The grotesque blood flowing in the faucet stopped for a moment, and the smaller it became, the last drop was left, and I couldn’t react to it.
I was a little overwhelmed to look at myself with a toothpaste on my chin in my glasses: “I haven’t washed my face yet, so I left some water, brother. I’m sorry.
There’s something in the mirror that looks like Marseilles. It was only when I was watched in silence that my hands were raised to write in the mirror.
– Your house is out of water.
I can’t help but say, “Didn’t I pay for water and electricity yesterday? How many times this week? I’m sorry.
– Well, did I say yes yesterday?
“You forgot again. I’m sorry.
The shadows look a little down, with their heads down, and the blackness looks pathetic.
– Mm-hmm.
I pulled the towel and wiped my mouth, “Okay, I’ll go to work, you get some rest at home, play anything, and don’t miss my c. I’m sorry.
The human disc circled in the mirror and left a last line.
– When are you coming back?
“Twelve at 12, or nine,” I said, “I’ll take my computer bag out, and I told you yesterday, do you want to find a way to put it in the mirror? I’m sorry.
People don’t write anymore.
When I closed the door, I saw the ghost really looking at how to leave a handwriting on the mirror, and it was funny and reminded me, “Don’t go to the curtains, the sun is a little big at noon.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
It’s funny to think that I’m still worried about the safety of a ghost.
01-01
There’s an old saying that there’s no free lunch.
I thought of that as early as I was living in this apartment, which is well-lighted, well-refitted, less than two kilometres from my company, and cheap and scary.
Otherwise, this would have been a hot house, and nobody would have looked after it.
Landlords are too eager to give me a three-year lease on a price-neutral basis.
But I’ve been up all night for two days, sleeping for no more than four hours a week, and the black eye is so heavy that I can go straight into the zoo as a panda show. In addition, the former landlord significantly increased the rent and, as he rightly argued, I managed to live on the streets like a ghost.
The adult collapse took place at that moment, and I was in a state of jar breaking, thinking, “What’s with love,” and signed a three-year contract without an expression.
Then I met a ghost.
And when We first met, We leaned on the couch to play games, and the light on the head suddenly began to ring, and suddenly it was dark. I looked up, and I saw a shadow on the TV screen.
I looked at the shadows, and I just kept on playing games. What is worse than ghosts is to work overtime and, more important than fear, to rest on Saturday night, and I am familiar with that and I am determined to ignore it.
Unfortunately, the ghost seemed to be a little upset and began to shine around me.
In winter, I was a little cold in the room, although the air conditioning was on. At some point, when I felt something cold on my shoulder, I reached out and grabbed him.
That’s supposed to be hair touch, cool, a little slippery.
I was unconsciously touching him, as if he were frozen, and the cold wind would disappear and the light on the head would return.
I’m sorry, “Brother, let’s talk about what you want me to do to help you, and I’ll have one wish, Saturday night to Monday morning. I’m sorry.
The ghost didn’t say anything.
But from the moment I met him, “he” never showed up again, just in the mirror or on the dark screen.
We spent a week in peace until Saturday and I had a fever.
It is impossible to take sick leave, either because the boss is not sure, or because no one can deprive me of my full-time award as long as I’m breathing. So even if I coughed my voice this week, I stuck to work and finally got a fever on the day off.
I was thinking about it when I fell unconscious on the couch.
It’s a good time to get sick…
And then when I woke up, I felt warmed on my forehead because of something cold, and I pulled it down and looked at it. It was my towel, it wasn’t wet, and I didn’t know why it was so cold. There’s a couple of pills and a glass of hair floating on the tea table next to the sofa… blood?
I said, “What?”
And I was wondering what was going on, and suddenly the blood faded into a glass of clean water.
There was a line of words on the table.
– Sorry, used to, forget not to scare you.
I’m:
Anyway, my fever has been successfully cured by this ghost-stucking care, though I don’t know why.” He’s kind enough to take care of me, but I asked him politely what help I needed.
It’s like thinking about something, writing on glass.
– At the end of the year, I wasn’t scared of anyone.
I said, “What?”
Come on, man. We’ve got the KPI indicators. Can’t that be better?
I have to talk to a ghost about what this is, and he’s hiding behind his back, and I’ll ask him again and the ghost will tell me and forget.
Ghosts don’t remember well.
To be precise, it is particularly bad.
The day after I said something about him, the day after, the boss gave him the KPI, and all the other demands were forgotten, except for the completion of the zero.
I taught the ghost how to leave a handwriting in the mirror, and after a long time of thinking, one day I managed to put a line of obscured toothpaste on it: Luko leaves work every night between 9:00 and 12:00.
I look funny and suddenly remember not having introduced myself to him: “You know my name is Luko, what’s your name?” I’m sorry.
Ghosts don’t speak, and they’re in the mirror again.
We said: “You shall speak, and write every time, no trouble.” I’m sorry.
Ghosts have been silent for a long time, confined in mirrors or black, unable to see five officials or gender. “He” has always been like this. It’s quiet, it’s cool, it’s probably because he’s forgotten, he doesn’t talk to me very much.
So that night, when I was asleep, I heard a noise in my ear and thought I was dreaming.
“…and it’s me. I’m sorry.
The soft voice of the woman was so soft that he could hardly hear it, and I opened my eyes blindly, and I saw nothing but a black hair running away from my sight, and then shrunk into the mirror by the bedside.
I reacted that my head was still in a state of disarray, and I could only repeat her words slowly. I’m sorry.
And the sound came back, and it came back to me, “Well.” I’m sorry.
I was completely awake, “I’m X.” I’m sorry.
I called my brother’s roommate a ghost, and I wore my pants in front of her for a month, and sometimes when the toilet ran out of paper, she gave it to me.
I’ve had a lot of control in front of her since she was found to be a ghost girl.
This is reflected in: the need to go to the bathroom to take off clothes; the fact that two cans of paper in the toilet are backed up; the need to brush the wrong hair before brushing the mirrors in the morning; and the fact that overtime is so exhausting that it is too late to sleep on the couch…
But that hold lasted only a week.
On Monday, the second week, I was five minutes late the night before, and my hair was blown up under the threat of losing the full-time prize, and I couldn’t care less about my own bird’s nest.
And when I was so busy like a flea, Jiangjo stood by me and squeezed my toothpaste, poured water and put my computer in a computer bag.
I was about three times to bow down and call her Carmi, and I was even more grateful when I arrived at the company, wondering if I would buy some paper at night.
Since then, I have completely abandoned my hold. I comfort myself that the daily state of the river’s pleasure is to be in the corner in peace and quiet, and she doesn’t care much about my image, and I should have slept for a minute with that hair comb.
Since then, it seems that Jiang Hao has had an unnamed obsession to come up every morning to pour water and toothpaste for me and to write “squeal toothpaste for the land” on the glass, so that the first time I saw it was black.
And I discouraged it many times, but she looked at me every time, as if she were saying, “I know, but next time I dare.”
And I accepted this in the temptation of “sleep for one more minute” and then gave her my heart to say, “Squeeze my toothpaste and I don’t know what to do with it, or you’ll scare me every day of the year. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and ran away.
I couldn’t find her in the house and apologized to her in front of the mirror before I went to bed at night. Even though I don’t know what I was wrong, she finally appeared, and she held it for half a day and said to me, “No.” I’m sorry.
Her voice is usually soft, and now it sounds tough, like she’s angry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“No, I’m afraid of you,” “No, I’m not. I’m sorry.
Long into society, my relationship with many people is to take care of their needs, and to help one another is to benefit, not to be emotional. It’s normal, and I’m used to it, and it’s only at this moment that I’m short-lived because I sensed pure goodwill.
I watched her go on and on again, wondering if she’s been single for too long, how can I look at a bunch of black-and-talk mosaics like that?
Two-two–
Every day I step on the job, and every day I get to a minute, and every time I hit a card, I get a good look at my colleagues next door, and I feel like I can step on it for so long.
I’ve always smiled and laughed about it, and my colleagues don’t know, but every morning a ghost squeezes my toothpaste.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately, since the end of the year I have to test KPI, whether there’s a society in that world, and there’s a class class, an end-of-year bonus, a welfare thing.
Jiang Hao is always asking questions, but my heart is filled with faint sorrow.
I think it’s easy to be deceived by what people say, and it’s certainly the type that is the most easily bullied in this group of ghosts. And she’s a ghost, she’s more disciplined than me, she never goes out, she’s unprofessional, so she’ll end the year with a zero, bad performance, she won’t get laid off, then lose her job, and then she won’t be a ghost?
The serious consequences of this matter are of great importance to me, more than the end-of-year awards for myself.
When I returned home, I asked him, “What will happen to you if you fail in your performance?” I’m sorry.
The river looked at me with joy: “Ah! She whispered, “No, I don’t remember. I’m sorry.
I’m not surprised at the answer: “Well, do you have any contact with your supervisor, and I’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.
The river is still looking at me.
Two months ago, if someone told me that I would try to talk to a ghost’s boss one day and negotiate her treatment and performance appraisal, I’d think he was an idiot.
But I’m doing it right now. I’m stupid.
In short, after my patient inquiry, Jiangjoy finally remembered something.
As far as she was concerned, it was as if there were two ways for each person to become a ghost, to be promoted to the underworld or to be born, and rarely to remain in the world, and she was the only ghost on my side of the house.
And all of their leftover ghosts are missing OO and still have UU. The underworld sent an organization to gather them, and they could go to the underworld as long as they had enough of XX. And the collection of XX seems to be supposed to have been led by new hands, but Jiangjo rejected it for KK reasons. This collection of XXs can be accessed in many ways, including scary. They take a test every year and if they fail, they continue to collect it for the second year. But it’s like if VVs aren’t collected for years, ghosts will disappear.
As for this O.O., U.U., XX, KK, V.V., E.A. can’t remember anything.
But the only thing that’s certain is that she hasn’t been a ghost long.
I’m:
It’s true to listen to you, to listen to you, to hear you, to be so useful last time.
In order to provide re-employment training in Jianghuang, I have consulted a great deal of information, which has resulted in several solutions.
In the middle of the night, I went to an alley without surveillance to scare people.
Advantages: zero cost; no natural pollution; no detection; high efficiency.
Weaknesses: Pilgrim; I’m a bad character; I’m easily beaten when I’m hiding in the alley.
It was rejected by the river.
The reason is to sleep, and I question the fact that the ghost is still sleeping, and it’s only half a day that it says I should sleep.
Because I told her I had to go with her if I really wanted to do this. I’m not sure she’s out in the middle of the night, but she’s a girl, forgetful and horrified, still in the middle of the night.
She was still sulking, shaking her head when she heard I was going to be with her, hiding in the mirror and not talking.
So, PASS.
Porning ghosts
Advantages: compliance with the law; high level of access and benefits; hard to detect.
Disadvantage: I have no money.
I couldn’t have hired an actress with her. She was real, but I could shoot it myself.
I consulted with a fellow film major and asked him how much it would cost to make a ghost film. If you’re doing it yourself, it’s less expensive, and millions of dollars can be worked out; if you want to go to the hospital, some small cinemas have this service, but it’s really just about spending money to listen and get a few hundred grand to be happy.
At the end of the sentence, he told me with enthusiasm that he had some contacts with a team specializing in ghost movies that could be pushed to me.
But I can’t be exposed to other people, I probably have to shoot myself.
While Jiang Hu has some power to do as a ghost, and I’ve saved my money, the site and equipment will cost money, and I’ll give this to the professional, and I’ll need hundreds of thousands.
Hundreds of thousands.
I saw the balance on my own bank card: 28776.
I wonder if you could get hundreds of thousands of dollars if you sold me like I was a big deal.
I lamented the river: “Do you want me to sell the blood?
Jiang Hao:
He’s angry and has been avoiding me for another day. I said she only had two words, “no film.” I can’t force her to give up.
So, PASS.
3. Visitors in special places such as ghost houses/secret rooms
Advantages: same law and order; steady returns, access to work every day; formal security.
Disadvantages: Easy to detect.
Jiang Yao cannot really apply for NPC, but is attached to the prop or the scene. The disadvantage is that the haunted house is now focused on the safety of tourists and has so much surveillance that I fear she will be caught.
But this is the best way to do it compared to the first two.
I explained in detail what she needed to do, in the corner of the haunted house where nobody found her, to scare the tourists, but not to touch them, but to keep their distance.
I was afraid that she would forget and feel that more and more words were in the mirror. I thought for a long time, and gave her a very light book, carefully recording the matter, and then a red line.
When she received it, she was staring at me in the mirror, putting the booklet on her hands, and then she was supposed to lower her head and say, “Thank you.” I’m sorry.
I said, “No, I thought it was normal, but when I looked back, it looked like she was walking around the mirror, and she was so happy with her hair.
I’ve definitely been single for too long.
Otherwise, it’s really cute to see a black ghost with a hair.
Now that I’ve decided to take the river with me, I’ve started to collect information about all the haunted houses in our city.
It is important to be more regular, or there is a risk of trouble without the flow of passengers; to be more horrific, or not compatible with the joy of the river; and not to be too much surveillance, or too easy to wear.
This floor is filtered down and there are only five ghost houses left.
I’ve got four other PASSs because I’m too far away, and I’ve been looking online for some field assessments and some sort of off-the-shelf video material, and I’ve moved the computer to the mirror in the bathroom, and I’ve been watching it with him.
Yamaguchi Hospital.
I watched the perverted doctors, the sawn nurses, the mentally ill travel freely, wrinkled, and the objective place said, “The living conditions of the staff aren’t so good, there is plenty of medicine and blood. I’m sorry.
Jiang Hu is a clean ghost, and the clothes are essentially clean, and this can be directly PASS.
Changping Ghost School.
I just lit up the video, and as soon as the scene of that classroom came out, Jiang Huo whispered and shook his head. I didn’t want to see this haunted house at all, but I respected her thoughts and went straight into the next scene, despite some confusion.
Count of the abyss.
The European-style haunted house is based on an old fort, the background story is a cursed aristocrat, the most horrible scene or a long gallery mural, which is said to be moving, and NPC is hiding in it, and then there’s a mirror house and dollhouse, and there’s nothing that can be seen in the video.
Lin’s house.
A very comprehensive Chinese ghosthouse, which includes many traditional folk horror scenes such as matrimony, witchcraft, paper, etc., is a beautiful picture, and there is no such thing as a blood-smuggling scene, that is, people who have been tested say that they are panicking, and that is the kind of dirty horror.
I asked him which one he wanted, whether he hesitated or chose Lin’s house.
I decided to take her on a field trip this week and asked, “Can you go out?” I’m sorry.
Jiangjo Nod.
I asked, “Do you need a carrier or something? I’m sorry.
Jiang Chia hesitated, noded and shook again.
It means yes or no.
And I thought, “What if you go out in the middle of the day and get out of the sun?” I’m sorry.
She looked at me like she didn’t understand my worries, and after half a day she said, “Can … hide.” I’m sorry.
I said, “That’s why we need a carrier, right, a smaller one in the bag…” And I thought of the way she normally travels through the mirror, and I said, “Is the mirror okay?” I’m sorry.
She blinked, and then it was very small.
When I finished, I remembered one thing: I had a little mirror in my house, and I ordered a shopping app to show her the style: “You see, one-sided, one-sided, one-sided, one-sided, one-sided, one-sided, one-sided, one-sided, and a different pattern. You pick a similar one, I’ll buy it for you. I’m sorry.
It seems that the Internet buys a lot of things that make the river feel a little confused, and she bows her head out of the mirror and looks at the colorful mirrors on the screen.
I wonder if it was a illusion that her dark face, like a mosaic of Marseilles, was cleaner in the past, but I could see her eyes, not the horrible black or white in a ghost film, but the black and white, clean, beautiful and simple.
I thought, “Why do ghosts look like this?” It’s not like a horror movie. It’s cute.
I looked at her, she didn’t find out, she was still looking at the computer very seriously, and later I ordered an interface to show me.
I was too busy looking down at Miss Ghost’s eyelashes, but looking at the mirrors of her choice: very few women’s styles, which are short drawings of school comics, with girls blowing in, with heart balloons, and boys playing football and guitar.
“Are you a balloon or a plum? I naturally asked her, but she ordered a boy to play guitar.
I figured out why she chose this.
I just saw a school movie with her the other day, and the guy in there plays guitar and looks good. He’s one of the hottest little meats in the morning.
It was hard for him to show interest in a thing.
“Are you a big fan? I asked her, and then I joked, “I actually play guitar, and I’m still Lu, and I’m half a little meat round. I’m sorry.
Jiang Hao obviously didn’t understand my humor, and she was just staring at me, and I couldn’t see her eyes, and I thought she was questioning me, but it was a day of humor, and I laughed at her: “The next time I’ll show you a movie in the morning.” I’m sorry.
With such an ex-congratulation, she would have taken it for granted.
I think.
03-03
After the next little mirror, I decided to go on a field trip at night with her.
She seems to be able to hide herself and make her invisible, but I can always feel a chill. Behind me, in the middle of the winter, it’s really a wake-up call.
The house of Lin’s ancient house was chosen in a somewhat remote commercial building known as the Golden Zheng Building. The building was quiet, the first-floor supermarket door was closed, the elevator looked unrepaired, the lights were all turned off, and it looked like it was about to collapse.
…This haunted house is a very appropriate site.
Surprisingly, after reaching the seventh floor where the haunted house is located, this seemingly gruesome building has changed.
The fine renovation, the vastness of the space, the lack of clarity and the appearance of too many people, are based on an incomprehensible grace.
The whole floor was taken down by the ghosthouse owner, so it was remodelled, even built a teahouse, covered with thick door curtains, with a little fragrance of tea flowing out of it, with a fragrance of ancient fragrance.
“Longai, calm, can ease fear, ” I’m staring at the teahouse’s forest teahouse table, and I hear a lazy sound coming from behind me, “but this is for guests who have already come in, and you don’t need it for a while. I’m sorry.
I sensed a slight tremor at the moment when he had spoken harshly.
I wrinkled my frown and turned my head, and I saw a young man in a Tang dress wearing sunglasses and a little braid at night. This way. I’m sorry.
This is one of the most evaluated ghost houses in the city, but there is not much internal video, let alone photographs of staff. But looking at this man’s costume, I have a guess: “You’re the boss.” I’m sorry.
“No thanks,” he smiled, “Nice to meet you.” I’m sorry.
He turned around and took me to the haunted house, and I said, “What’s going on? Is something wrong with him? I’m sorry.
I didn’t understand what I was saying. I don’t know where she is, but I feel at this moment that something cold is holding me in the back very, very, very light, and I assume that, given her height, it should be her forehead.
I’m:
Shit.
In the middle of winter, a cold, cold ghost with her forehead on my cold back.
But somewhere within three inches of my chest, I jumped out of nowhere, and the temperature of my body was so hot that it spread to my limbs.
The boss in Tangsuit is talking to the girl who sold the tickets. I looked around for a week and found out there were only three or four people in this very small space.
According to some shopping app, there’s been a lot of traffic here. How come there’s so few people here at 7:00 on a weekend night?
“Our last guests have gone in,” as if the boss knew what I was thinking, “In order to make sure that every batch of guests have a good time, the front-stage guests will be taken to different places, from the moment we enter this door to the story of our house.” I’m sorry.
When he spoke, the wind bells on the doorbeam seemed to be passed by the wind, shaking away a clear sound.
Honestly, I never believed in this before.
In my old home, a monk said that I was low on sight, that I saw things that nobody else could see and that something strange happened. But I may have a bigger heart, and I’ve met, and I don’t think I’ve seen it, but I haven’t met a living ghost, except for her.
But the monk was right. I could really feel something that nobody else could feel.
For example, right now, I sense a familiar smell in this place.
There’s ghosts and more than one.
My instinct was to leave with the joy of the river, but it seemed like she didn’t notice any danger, and she even liked it here, and I sensed that she was looking to my left behind me, and I was so excited that she was going out for two laps.
As I hesitated, the boss suddenly turned to me and handed me two black-faced gold-coated charms: “Do you want to buy an exorcism?” Thirty-one. Put on a charm. Ghosts are not close. I’m sorry.
I’m:
The ghosthouse business has grown so much.
I would also like to say no, and I would like to see him pick up another one so slowly and so easily: “Forgot, another guest doesn’t need this.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him with certainty, and my face didn’t change: “What do you mean?” I’m sorry.
“You’re too nervous,” said Mr. Xie’s lips were filled with a groaning smile, and just the next second he pushed the sunglasses and said, “But, I’d like to ask, which ghost house did you send for information?” We, the non-humans of our ancient homes, have acquired a value of fear every month that is well known in the industry, working within eight hours of each day, with a system of rotations and a five-and-one-a-half pension, and they will not go with you, even if you offer a price and send non-humans to lobby. I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
What is it?
Now that non-human employees are back on the inside?
In my explanation, Mr. Xie understood what I meant and could not help but express some lamentations about the missed opportunity for a white prostitute.
“I’d have thought I hadn’t seen it,” he said, “free labor.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
I’ve seen Mr. Xie’s permission to wander around the house of Lin’s ancient house, and now seems like a bit of fun, and I’ve decided to work as a temporary guardian to get her some benefits. I’m sorry.
Mr. Xie has been holding on to the sunglasses: “In fact, our ghost house and our non-human employees are mutually beneficial. It is also for their physical and mental well-being that young people need to exercise more and not always think about income. Social experience is the most important thing…”
I’m:
That’s exactly the same as my boss, and it’s true that capitalists in the world are good.
But it was rare to meet a living person who was also living with ghosts, and I thought about what happened when I started consulting with Mr Xie, and now I’m stuck with ghosts.
“Did the young lady with you not tell you?” I’m sorry.
I thought about the language, and I said, “She doesn’t care much about it, she doesn’t know much about the other ghosts. I’m sorry.
“Well, Mr. Xie also doesn’t know if the letter is true, but if there’s no point in thinking about it, “there are not many of the ghosts who are left behind, mostly because of their obsession, or because they forget a large part of the memories of their lives, so that they can go to the capital within 10 years if they have done so and have collected enough emotions. I’m sorry.
I finally know what’s in Kong’s mouth.
“Effection? I’m asking thank you, boss.
“Of course,” the boss smiled, and the eyes behind the sunglasses were obfuscating, “you know, it’s one thing to fear, whether it’s a ghost. I’m sorry.
I didn’t sell it to Mr. Xie, just to say, “-forgotten.” I’m sorry.
“So few ghosts are left behind because of the rituals of those who remember them, and the fragrances and the graves, which lead them to their places of return, and eventually to the earth,” he looked at the bells behind me, and said, “However without worship, the simplest thoughts and affections, such emotions, which accumulate to a certain threshold, can go to the earth.”
“There are exceptions to this: there are ghosts who don’t get feelings from anyone, so the authorities send ghosts to give them some guidance, lead them to their thoughts, or collect them. I’m sorry.
…But Jiang Huo rejected this guidance.
“The ghost lady next to you should not have been left with anything.” Thank you for the look on my cheek. “Unsurprisingly, before I met you, her cheek should have been covered in a mist, now it’s dispersing and seeing eyes. Forgotten, unable to go to the earth’s palace, and if she refuses guidance, when she is covered in the fog, she will be scattered throughout the world…”
I almost held my breath, and the next minute I saw Mr. Xie touch his chin, and he said, “Well, Mr. Lu is a very sweet man.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
As if there was some subtle and unspoken thought being pulled out of the sun naked, and I turned my head in a moment and said, “What do you mean?” I’m sorry.
“As few people have such a pure emotion about ghosts, seven years if they don’t mind, a ghost will be completely disintegrate,” says the boss, with his long, lazy tail, and a deep feeling: “How long has it been since Mr. Lu and Miss Jiang had met for a month when our employees had worked so hard that they had scared so many tourists to show two eyes? Miss Jiang’s face is almost clean. I’m sorry.
I’m:
When Mr. Xie had finished, he turned around: “Let’s go, since I am the employee’s guardian and I don’t charge you for the ghost house, see where you can put Miss Jiang.” I’m sorry.
I followed him, with a cold, and the river followed me.
I looked at her face, and there was an inexplicable obscurity in my heart. When she was young and lost her life so early, whatever it was, was a sad past, so I never asked, but I can’t help but remember the words of Xie Boss now — no one’s ties?
If I hadn’t met her, and if I hadn’t been attached to her, and she wouldn’t have gone out, it wouldn’t have been too scary. This is her first year? Sixth or seventh? She’s completely forgotten, clean and clean. No one remembers her?
What is her obsession?
But I’ll save her anyway.
I’ve been thinking a little bit, I’ve been walking in a haunted house, and I haven’t been able to react to the NPC who doesn’t know if it’s a ghost, and I haven’t been able to look back until I’ve reached the point where Mr. Xie said I can put Jiang Joy.
“Where do you want to stay? I turned around and I said patiently to Jiang, “Where you like, you work, and I’ll bring you here in the morning and pick you up at night.” I’m sorry.
He understood, drifted into a room and went straight into a copper mirror.
The red candles in front of the brass mirrors were gruesome, and the rooms were glittering, so strangely in the dark. In the old sculpting glass, the blurry face of the river is soared that the gruesome scene screamed at the female staff who accompanied us.
And I couldn’t stop looking at the river and thinking that the candle was in her pretty eyes, and the stars were lit, so cute, so I laughed.
He pushed the sunglasses and didn’t know who he was talking to. I’m sorry.
I didn’t hear it, and I said to him, “Just stay here if you like, and the mirror will be ready in two days and officially come to work.” I’m sorry.
It’s like you’re smiling, bending your eyes and coming out of the mirror and floating behind me.
“Well, I’ll show you the contract later, and you’ll be okay and you’ll get to work.” I’m sorry.
I’m surprised, “There’s still a contract?” I’m sorry.
“We have rules, too, and we cannot afford to let non-human employees lose. I’m sorry.
When I look at the contract offered by the boss, I get a very good offer, an eight-hour work schedule, no overtime, no business trip, double and monthly leave, no time at all, and a lot of vacations, no birth leave, no vacation, no guidance… I don’t even see it, I just understand what salary is. With the basic wage plus the bonus plus the performance, it appears that Jianghui’s one-month income will be double that of me.
I looked up, and I thought, “Can I work as a ghost house?
After a while, he said, “How is the renminbi settled?” Can you use it?”
“If you really want to help Miss Jiang, it’s better for you to help her get emotional, than for herself.” I’m sorry.
I know, he’s right.
I just didn’t think Ghosthouse would be so thoughtful.
And I thought about it, and I said, “You know what you can do to get her…”
“Wasn’t it scary?” Boss clearly knows better than me, “It’s simple, you go to the vlog, it’s a little video, it’s not expensive, but it’s very rewarding. I’m sorry.
When I stunned, I saw Mr Xie turn his cell phone on and show me the official account number of the haunted house on the big platforms: “We still know how to sell the haunted house.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you.” I’m sorry.
This trip was a very productive one, and Mr. Xie has given me a lot of valuable information and ideas. So, Mr. Xie is a very kind and honest man.
After the contract was signed, me and Jiang Hak left the haunted house.
When I got home, I handed her a bank card: “This is my card. Boss Xie will pay you later.
I would also like to talk to her about spending money on a horror video, and it shakes her head looking at this card.
I wonder, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
She said, “No. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you want this card?” I whispered to her, “Here’s your pay card, take it yourself…”
Don’t! I’m looking at you, and you push me, “Here you go. I’m sorry.
We said, “What do you want to buy?” I’m sorry.
She whispered, “You buy it. I’m sorry.
After a while, she whispered, “Here, you buy it for me.” I’m sorry.
My heart was touched by something, and I looked at her, and I couldn’t help but bend my eyes, whispered, for the first time, her name: “Enjoy.” I’m sorry.
She looked at me like she was scared of something.
I asked, “Are you going to feed me?” I’m sorry.
Boss Xie is right, Jiang Hak’s face is half clean, so now I can see her pale cheeks slowly glowing.
She doesn’t talk, she just looks at me, and as I get more and more smiling, she just disappears, and I can only see her dark hair at the bottom of the mirror, like a shy little girl crouching down and staring at me through a mirror.
The card was on the table, and I looked at it for a while and took it back with my smile.
And then I got down, as if this was her face-to-face: “It’s good to be happy.” I’m sorry.
A little bit of hair just disappeared.
She’s hiding again.
04-04.
The plan to make short videos is going well.
There are also so-called “mysticists” on the Internet to organize “coward fairs”, including some well-known ghost houses and grave sites.
Their video styles are very good, mostly the kind of “back-to-back” “black screens” “ghosts” or weird people in photographs. After all, it’s a ghost itself, and I filmed her and her in different alleys at night, and I cut them out at night, and I posted them on the big websites with a new number.
The number of people who love such short videos is low, but stable, and the content is fixed daily. So I’m a new person, and I’m not very exposed, but I’ve got thousands of views in a little while. And then, my short video came down with a small number of comments.
“Fuck, it’s scary! I’m sorry.
“How does this guy shoot, he doesn’t think he’s broken for half a day. I’m sorry.
Hiss… scared me to hold my girlfriend close to me…
“The special effects are pretty real, but it’s a little old-fashioned, hoping the blogger will get something new.”
“Perhaps fire. I’m sorry.
“…how do I look like the alley below my house…”
Because it was a good shot, I went to thank Mr Xie the next day. He was still wearing sunglasses, sitting at the door of the teahouse in broad daylight for tea, which seemed lazy, but ended up adding my tweets, which he could ask later.
The number of short videos is rising steadily, and the little mirrors for Jiang Hak have finally arrived.
Before sending her to work, I asked her, “Do you want any more gifts? I’m sorry.
The river looked at me a bit blind, and most of the mist had been dispersed, and a small swarm had been lying in her jaw, just to cover her lips. As I expected, after the mosaics had been stripped, the white-faced girl in the mirror looked beautiful, her eyes were clear, her hair was soft, and she looked so cute.
She said, “No gifts. I’m sorry.
I asked, “Why?”
And she was kind of confused, like, “…no holidays…”
“It doesn’t matter if it’s a holiday.” I looked at her, “What do you like? I want to give it to you. I’m sorry.
She seemed a bit shocked, with her eyes open, and she looked at me in the eye, and then her ears were red, and she fell down with her ears, and she showed only one fog blind eye.
I cried and laughed, but I bended, “Why are you hiding again? I’m sorry.
She looked up at me, she held out her hand, and the porcelain palms spread out like a flower. And I thought, “Is this it? I’m sorry.
She responded to it in the lowlands, and she said, “Enough.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t hear much, “Just a mirror? I’m sorry.
“Well, it’s good enough to hold the little mirror in my arms, with a soft voice.” I’m sorry.
You like it so much?
I felt a little sour in my heart, and then a few seconds later I felt like I was having a problem, scolded myself, went out to shoot a new short video with her and contacted Xie and sent her to work the next day.
To go to work, Jiang was less resistant, as if she loved the atmosphere of Lin’s house so much that when I told her to wait for me to pick her up at night, she didn’t even hear it, she went in the brass mirror.
I couldn’t help but look at Mr. Xie’s eyes and eyes and look after him.
Don’t worry, thanks to you, boss, “How old are you? After that, he looked at me again and said, “Be more worried about himself than about Miss Jiang. I’m sorry.
I was wondering why I was worried? I have nothing to worry about.
It wasn’t until noon that I finally knew what Mr. Xie meant. The last time I spoke to a film maker, he sent me four or five messages, and each one of them gave me a chill.
“Is it you, Zi Ming, who’s known as the Mirror Ghost?” I’m sorry.
“…and tell the old classmates that you hit something dirty? I’m sorry.
“I’ve got a master around me, and I can see it at first sight, and I’m saying that what you’re shooting in the short video might be real. I’m sorry.
“He’s contacted you in private, and I won’t tell anyone about this. I’m sorry.
I read my personal letter again, and a man named Master Fan sent me a message.
“What if you meet a real ghost? What if you get upset? What about the discovery of paranormal phenomena? Don’t worry, Master Fan has solved all your problems! For advice, please contact 18XXXXXXXXX. I’m sorry.
I:
How does it look like fraud?
I pretended to be in a hurry to respond to a few words from my classmates, or did I choose to add to the tweets of Master Fan.
It is nothing else, since he is aware of the existence of Jiangjoi, whether by accident, abduction or material, which may affect him, I am afraid that he will release information about him without his consent or do something harmful to him, and will have to knock on his side first.
Master Fan soon added my obscurity, and it was simple and rude.
Master Fan: There are ghosts around you.
I was wondering if I should use “I don’t believe in ghosts.” This was a trick for him, and he suddenly continued to say a few words.
Master Fan: Ghosts are getting stronger in the video and people are feeding.
Master Fan: Sex is a ghost. There seems to be some mirror power.
Master Fan: It’s not just me who found her.
Master Fan: Can I help you?
In four words, I was cold and my fingers were stiff for a long time before I made up my mind to send him a message.
I’m: Okay, are you free this afternoon? Let’s meet.
Master Fan: All right, you set the place.
Unfortunately, this Master Fan has been very calm in his tweets, not like a liar.
I went to a coffee shop near the company and met Master Fan.
At three o’clock, when I arrived at 2:50, I found a tall, young man with white skin and a black mask with his eyebrow in a cold, handsome, cold-looking face and smug eyeball.
He was being surrounded by two girls, who seemed to be looking for him to believe, but he was impatient, even as if he had not listened to anyone and had a faint eye, but looked exactly in my direction at the moment I appeared.
His voice is cold: “Lu Zi Ming.” I’m sorry.
I was like, “Master Fan, what’s going on?” I’m sorry.
Such a young master? Is this the guy who looks like he’s still in college?
“Well,” he didn’t respond to that, but he threw away two girls with a bit of a blind look. I’m sorry.
I said, “Well. I’m sorry.
A cup of milky and sugary cappuccino arrived at the spot, and Master Fan put it simply: “You’re the ghost who raised your family.” There’s no good result for you.
He can’t hear the anger, but I’m thinking, “I don’t need to exorcise.” I’m sorry.
Master Fan wrinkled his frown. I’m sorry.
“She’s my family, she’s never done anything wrong, she’s never done anything wrong, and I’ve been trying to say that she’s still in the game, and I’m afraid of getting involved with the boss and swallowing it, and I’m saying, “Even if she’s a ghost, I won’t let anyone hurt her.” I’m sorry.
Master Fan:
He seemed to be a little surprised, a little speechless, a moment of silence, and he asked, “Do you know what time it is?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Huh?”
Master Fan said without face: “A hundred years of nationhood, with tired, low pay and easy revenge, no one has ever used it. We are all scientificly inspired and have adopted a win-win model of mutual assistance in which self-inflicted harm to one’s family is to be paid for. I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
What the hell?
At this moment, Master Fan’s cold cheeks are as bright as the light of socialism: “We, the new generation of masters, live in harmony with one another, in harmony, with one another, and I’m not trying to help you, not to exorcise the ghost, but to help you to restore the ghost’s strength, to find a commitment and to go to the earth’s capital as soon as possible. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I’m the one who underestimates the real estate chain.
When I heard this, I couldn’t put aside my doubts, but I couldn’t help but ask, “There is really a way to get her to be born soon. I’m sorry.
According to Mr Xie, if she does not leave this year, she may disappear, even though the mood she is collecting is impressive, and I am concerned about what would happen.
Master Fan looked at me and said, “No. I’m sorry.
I didn’t get it, and I saw a look on his face that looked like pity and pity: “Don’t you know?” I’m sorry.
“I’m not sure what I’m talking about, but I’m not sure what I know. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t know, but it seemed to you that she should be with you in the morning and in the evening,” he said, “Well, she didn’t tell you that she was living, and she was destined to disappear. I’m sorry.
As if it were a flat thunder, as soon as his words came out, my ears were pounding, and my head was so hot that the air-conditioned heated that I felt frozen, as if I had fallen into an ice spring of frost, from limbs to the heart, and every silk temperature was filtered clean and clean.
I couldn’t but look at him and sound like myself, “What does that mean?” I’m sorry.
Master Fan looked at me quietly, as if he was making sure my response was the same as he imagined. A moment later, he looked down and started to stir up his own coffee: “Being alive, leaving the ghost of the body, saying, “She should have been alive.” I’m sorry.
“Shall she be alive?” And I’m like, “Can she live now?” Can we not be ghosts?”
“So, she knew, ” Master Fan said, “Even a ghost who has lost his memory will remember where his body is. But the one you’re with, I don’t think you’ve ever been back. As a rule, the living soul would do everything in her power to return to her body, even if she did not want to do so, and she would return unconsciously as long as there were people who knew her.
“There is only one situation in which neither one is concerned nor wants to live, so stay away from one’s body until the seventh year, when the soul is completely dispersed, unable to live or to return.
“She doesn’t want to live, and she knows she’ll disappear. Master Fan calmly asked me, “So, Mr. Lu, you have no good results. I’m sorry.
“Can I, uh, get her back to her?” It took me a long time to get my voice back.
“Are you sure that’s what she wants? Master Fan looked at me and said, “You think it’s good to live, but she chooses to disappear, and it’s probably true that there’s nothing left of her. I’m sorry.
Is that so? Will that happen?
The shy little girl, who forgot to remember what he said, was willing to send Luko home. It’s engraved in a mirror, clumsy enough to be surrounded by a dark fog, and to give me pills when I catch a cold; the little girl who sits with me on TV and looks at me while I’m up all night and gets a little mirror so happy that she wants to turn around.
I’ll get down when I’m embarrassed.
The one who cares if I sleep well and is sick or not better than me.
I told her yesterday that I’d join her in New Year’s, and I told her I’d give you all my final prizes, and you’d be happy and healthy in your next life, and you wouldn’t have to rush KPI like me.
So she looked at me in peace and turned her eyes and showed a very small smile.
This is the kindest thing that ever occurred to anyone.
I suddenly felt a strangulation on my chest, as if my nose and mouth were tightly covered, unable to breathe and dazzled. Numerous pieces of memory circled in front of me, from the first time I met her to this morning’s ride to her house in Lin’s old house, in a flash, in a scene and finally into her smile last night.
You knew you were going to disappear, but you didn’t want to tell me, did you?
5-05.
I had a nightmare.
He stood before me and turned his back towards me. I tried to run towards her, but her back was still getting farther away from me. A cloud of tangible black fog gradually spreads, gravitating into hands, entangling her legs, waist, shoulder, chin, and I screamed at her like she finally heard, looked over my head, wet eyes, and a very soft smile appeared to me.
Then the next second, the black eyes were devoured by fog.
I’m crazy.
I cried out of my heart, stretched out my hand to catch her, and finally unexpectedly touched a cold.
I heard someone shouting my name: “Lu Zi Ming.” I’m sorry.
Whoo-hoo!
Waking from my dream in cold sweat, I looked to my hand, with another tiny hand in my hand, and she held me tightly, without any temperature that belonged to man.
Jiangjoi sat by my bed and looked at me with his wet eyes.
Much of the fog on her body had been scattered, and she could see clear jawlines and white necks, which were no longer the first time that she had met.
She said, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
And We looked at her, and held her hand, and said, “I am fine.” I’m sorry.
She looked like she wanted to ask, but she didn’t even say anything, but put the mirror to my pillow, and then shrunk it into the mirror, and she said, “I’m right next to you.” I’m sorry.
“I know,” I saw myself pale in the mirror to a bit of a scary face, trying to calm down and breathe, “just having nightmares, sleep.” I’m sorry.
She rarely sleeps with me, and today it’s probably scared of my ugly face.
I closed my eyes and wondered how to find her among the millions.
Today Master Fan told me that if I really wanted her to be alive and human, I’d better get to know her life and find out where she is. If she could be helped to complete her studies and find memories, she might be willing to live.
But I couldn’t have asked her about her life.
If all this pains her, how can I force her to reveal her scars again?
My hesitation left Master Fan to wonder, and he asked me, “If you find the truth and find it, you must make her suffer.”
I used to hate love movies, and I hated the rivalry between many men and women, which seemed to me to be groaning and groaning.
But I seem to have been a selfish person.
For example, at that moment, what I thought was, if I had to live with you, I could live with you in pain, instead of you. I would do everything I could, but I beg you, live.
When I met her, I thought she was dead, and I believed that there would be life and that there would be happiness in the next life, so I could accept that she would live her next life in a world without me, but I couldn’t accept that she would disappear and stay here forever.
Where am I going to find a forgotten girl?
A week has passed and I have behaved in the presence of Jiang Hak, and in fact these days I have taken my annual leave, sent her every day, and returned directly to my head, to various parts of the city and to her body.
I daren’t behave too much in front of Mr Xie, fearing that he might reveal it to him, but I can only ask Master Fan over and over again if there is a way to keep him happy.
Master Fan seems to have disappeared, but he didn’t return to me for a few days, but he sent me a message a week later, saying, “Did you solve that?”
I: Half solved.
My senior high school classmate, Ma, was also the head of my class, and after graduation he went to a famous film school, where he was always passionate, even though I was a little isolated in high school and had not been much involved in class activities since he graduated.
Mashombo: That’s good.
Ma Seonbo: We’ve done a lot of work, and we’ve seen a lot of things, and we’ve done a lot of things we didn’t care about at first.
I: Don’t worry, thank you, Sergeant.
Ma Seonbo: It’s okay, they’re all classmates.
He talked to me again and finally got to the point.
Ma Chengbo: I want to tell you something. We haven’t had a school reunion in a long time. We’ve had 20 or so people this year. You’ve been absent once on Friday.
I’m a little woozy, and I just remembered that I haven’t seen my high school classmates for a long time.
My high school is a private high school in the city. It’s not too good. Our class is well paid, and although the grades are in the middle of the class, the head of the class is responsible, and occasional bullying of his classmates in the class is stopped by the head of the class with several members of the class, so there has been no excesses.
But that high school, as I remember, has always been a nasty thing, passing it on to students. So I didn’t go back to school once after graduation, and I refused his invitation because I had to work late.
He did me a favor this time, and I should be there this time.
It’s just a party.
I said, “Okay, I’m sure I’ll be there this time.”
Friday’s tomorrow.
I looked at the numbers on the phone calendar, and I took a fork.
Seven years.
I don’t know when Jiang Huo became a ghost, but Boss Xie told me that most of the last year of seven years has passed, and it’s a good thing that Jiang Yu met me before spring. If the final deadline is spring, then I have less than two months.
According to Master Fan, the body of the living soul is still alive, and there is only one case — the botanist.
After almost seven years of being cared for and retaining vital signs without receiving any emotional attachments, the rate is probably not to be raised at home but to live in a hospital, so I have to check the hospital first.
But if that is the case, the cost of the treatment would be enormous, and the money for the hospitalization, who would have paid for it?
I have a lot of things I can’t figure out, but I have to find Jianghui.
There are more than 120 other hospitals in the city, including community health centres, looking for a seven-year-old botanist who will be screened and will be much smaller.
I have some classmates who work in hospitals, some in police stations and have some relevant channels to help me find someone. I paid a certain amount of money and asked them to look for a 24-year-old girl, Jiang Yu, who should be hospitalized, probably a vegetable, who could have a major illness and who might have been lost.
The city is very large, there are many girls named Jiang Hsiao, who have found some girls who match the information, and I have been going to the place where these girls are all week, and I find them, not her, disappointed.
They’re not River Joy.
From stress to disappointment, to numbness, and then later, my fellow students told me that you’ve found the wrong person without seven years in hospital. There’s no such person?
I sat at home, and I thought, “If it wasn’t for this city, what about the next one?” But what if she’s not in this country? Or, no one knows where she is. What am I supposed to do?
On the day of the reunion, I told Jiang Hui to wait for me to pick her up at the ghost house. I’m going to a reunion.
She just looked at me very quietly, noded her head, and wrote in the little book: “Wait for Luko to pick me up.”
I asked her, “Do you want to go to the concert next morning? Or are we watching live at home? I heard he was going to sing the guitar song from the last movie. I’m sorry.
She looked up and looked at me, and she felt something, and she probably didn’t know anything.
I laughed and said, “It’s okay. We look at something else, and when we turn around and leave, we see our red eyes in the mall mirror.
I think you haven’t changed your mind, or you don’t want to live.
What if I can’t find you? What if I really had to hurt you? If it’s not working, I have to ask you, so happy, can you think of me for me without having to do it for me, just to choose to disappear? Just for a second.
I want you to choose to live.
Because I can’t find you.
How can a city like this leave no trace of you.
How can no one remember you.
Six-six-six.
When I came to the hotel, my high school classmates had arrived at 77888, and there was a class leader’s organization, and everyone was in harmony, except that I was absent and did not intend to take part in the conversation, and only when I was mentioned, I laughed and said a few words.
I didn’t have a good sense of being in the class, and, apart from a little better grades, I hardly ever took part in any of the group events — oh, I’ve been on the stage in the New Year’s recital.
“Si Ming,” he had a little bit of a drink, and probably saw me talking to me about the New Year’s replay. “This hotel and you had a date. You had a musical dream at that time. Dude remember you wrote your own song on that music app, called “Come Happy,” when you played that song at the New Year’s recital. I’m sorry.
Yeah?
I’ve been graduating from high school for almost seven years now, and I don’t remember having this dream. After all, the profession of musician is too far from reality, and I haven’t even touched my guitar for a long time.
“Yes,” the captain opened the box. “Don’t you remember? You don’t read the news much, but there’s a girl who’s been transmitting every song you’ve heard, and I remember very well, because she’s in our school, and you’re the only one who’s watching. I’m sorry.
I really don’t remember that, or maybe I didn’t notice.
There was something else in my heart, and I just smiled a little bit, and I toasted the captain.
“It’s not easy for us to graduate,” some people say, “Remember those years when kids jumped from school, they said that learning was stressful and depressed.” One of the things I remember was that after we graduated from class, it was a girl and it was the same thing, but my dad happened to be in a hospital, and I told me that the girl was all bruised and naked…
“We don’t have a lot of that in school,” the captain lamented, “but I don’t know why, the leaders changed, and those were scum.” I’m sorry.
“Come on,” and the rest of you, “To our class leader, Ma Seonbo!” I’m sorry.
And when the laughs began, you began to share the embarrassment of the people, and there was a song that I was singing that I did not know how.
It’s been a while since I’ve been on that account, but everybody’s on the air, and I’ve tried the wrong password twice, but the captain, he’s got his own list, and he’s got my high school song.
The song is very green, but it is not embarrassing, at least it sounds much warmer than I am now, perhaps before it has been severely beaten by society. It’s like you’re getting a little younger.
I was a little curious, too, and I searched my old account, and I called in.
There are only a dozen fans, some of them official, some of them former classmates, most of them familiar, but only the one at the bottom, I don’t know. The name is “over the years.” The head looks like an orange, and it hasn’t been online for years.
I lighted her home page, clean and clean, nothing but forwarding my dynamics.
And I was in second place, and I didn’t know if I was a teenager, and when I wrote the first song, “Come to please,” I said, “Enjoy, the best word in my heart, for everyone who hears it.” I’m sorry.
As soon as the song was finished, the captain clapping his palms and saying to me, “I remember that girl, who was older, called Jiang Yu at the beginning, and I was wondering why the name is so real and no one registered this account with a real name…”
“Do we have one named Jiang Yu in our class? Another classmate thought, “I don’t remember much. I’m sorry.
“Ezu? The name is familiar, “Someone frowned in the noise and said, “The girl who jumped off the building at our school, the sophomore, was called Jiang Yu. I’m sorry.
The sound of the interlocking man’s voice was soared that his voice came into my ears, clear and sharp. As if some mist was torn to shreds, and after seven years, it was easy to awaken certain memories.
The cell phone snapped.
I looked down and I got a message from a fellow hospital student.
“Lou, the girl who you asked me to look up earlier, Jiang Hsio, was never found, but I only remembered that in our hospital room, there was a girl named Jiang Yu, who jumped into a vegetable building about seven or eight years ago, and her family seemed to have emigrated and no one had seen her.
“You know, ICU’s expense, and the hospital advised her to leave when she couldn’t reach her family in previous years, but then the thing that she jumped out of the building was as if she had found the perpetrator or the teacher at her school anyway Dr. Choi, who was in charge of her treatment, had helped her get the compensation for her treatment and kept her here.
“But it’s been years, and the girl’s health is bad, and the last few days have been notified, and it’s not going to last long, and I don’t know if she’s the one you’re looking for. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Bang!
My cup fell in response and fell on the floor. Some of the pain that pierced the heart came up, with my head covered, my mouth full of breath, and the scene was flashing back from a face that was hidden in darkness many years ago, blurring, and finally setting it at the glance of her looking at me today.
Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu My name is Yu
Why don’t you say it’s more than a year?
Give you an orange. Have fun.
The best words in my heart are for everyone who hears this song.
I’m glad you’re here.
I can play guitar. My last name is Lu, and I’m half-baked.
– Give Luko some toothpaste.
Just a mirror?
Well, just this, that’s all.
Wait for Luko to pick me up.
Wait for Luko to pick me up.
I stood up, pulled my coat on the back of my chair, ran out of the hotel despite the call of my fellow students. It’s the place where the streets are crawling, and the wind is pouring into my collar.
The phone’s vibrating, I don’t care.
I remember that year when I was in my senior year, and my family didn’t agree that I would study music in the future and felt that there was no way out. I wasn’t convinced, or did I stick to the self-study, and the captain and I said I wanted to perform at the New Year’s recital, and I promised that I’d always run away from late self-study and practiced in an empty classroom at school.
One day I saw a girl crouching outside the classroom in a cold weather, and she had thin clothes, red hands, a clutter, like she looked for something in a school bag.
I wanted to leave, but I saw her crying, and something strange fell on her hands and drops and drops.
So my steps were put in place, and I turned around and walked towards her: “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
When she heard my voice, she shuddered, and her cheeks were hidden in the shadow of her hair, and she held the book even tighter, without talking.
I thought about it, taking it out of my bag, finding nothing for half a day, just touching the oranges that I bought in the school canteen, and a pack of paper towels.
I also crouched down and gave her a paper towel: “Here. I’m sorry.
She looked at me in the shadows, and she took the towel, and whispered, “Thank you.” After a while, she asked me who I was, and I said I was a sophomore, Luko-ming, and asked her her name.
She was silent for a while: “I my name is Yu, extra.” I’m sorry.
She won’t tell me her full name, and I don’t care, but she smiles: “Who says it’s superfluous?” Why don’t you say it’s more than a year? I’m sorry.
And she looked over her head at me, and I only saw the black and white eyes, and the pupils were clean and the eyes were red.
I sat next to her and asked her what was going on, and she whispered, “Forgot to bring the book, the teacher asked me to look for it, not to find it. I’m sorry.
Some of our high school teachers are like this, and I feel like I’m speechless, but I can’t say much, but I’m just kidding and ask her, “How come I forgot my book? I usually forget my homework. I’m sorry.
She opened her mouth, “I can’t remember, I can’t afford it.” I’m sorry.
“What are you and I sorry for?” If you can’t remember, write it down. After that, hand her the oranges in the bag, “Here, don’t get upset. I’m sorry.
Then she picked up the oranges, and I told her that I had recently made a song called “Come to Joy” which meant “Be happy” and could play for her.
And that day, in the cold autumn, I sung a song, and her eyes were bright, and she said to me, “It’s amazing. I’m sorry.
I’m a little embarrassed, “I’m just writing for fun, and now I’m writing a couple of songs, all on the APP, although I don’t think there’s much to hear. I’m sorry.
Before I left, I said to her, “I’ll sing this song, too, on New Year’s Day, as I wish you a happy day.” I’m sorry.
But I never saw her again. I forgot her.
Human memory is strange.
It’s a small thing for me, and I don’t even know her name, and I gave her an insignificant “Happy Day” blessing. In the following seven years, I didn’t turn on that music. APP, I gave up my guitar, I didn’t go back to high school, and I never remembered the girl who was in the classroom that fall.
Human memory is strange.
The moment I thought of “Is she happy with the river,” the quiet and cold night, the light moon that fell in her eyes, and the wrinkled paper towel that she squeezed out of her eyes, and the little orange that wasn’t so good-looking, the whole scene, was clear to me.
She looked me in the eye when I said, “I can play guitar,” she said she wanted to play guitar when I picked her mirror, she was happy with her hair when I bought her a little book, she wrote a picture in the mirror, and she brought me water when I was sick.
I thought you knew my name because you were a ghost. I thought you wrote it in the mirror because it was convenient. I thought you liked it and wanted to take you to his concert.
– How could I forget about you?
I ran to the Golden Zheng Building, ran like a madman across the door of the teahouse and said hello to the boss, ran over the staff who looked so blind, and came straight to the brass mirror.
In the innermost room of the ancient house, the red candles were shivers, she came out of the mirror, and her eyes looked at me very clearly. I’m sorry.
My eyes were red in an instant, and my tears were as though they had been washed down by the flood of the dam, and they fell down one by one.
She stopped, and a moment later, her face was a little confused, and she came close to me and said,
I held her, but I couldn’t touch anything, and her hair fell on my neck, and it was cold, and I cried out to her, “Enjoy.” I’m sorry.
It took me a while to say, “Well.” I’m sorry.
It was as if she had caught me in my shirt, or had not, because without the temperature of man, I could no longer touch the girl who looked at me in the shadows.
It seems to me that this kind of awareness is another cut. And when the tears fell, pouring down, and almost swallowed me up with the grief and sorrow that lay over the earth, We asked her, with difficulty, “Is there anything I can ask you?” I’m sorry.
The river was silenced unexpectedly, and perhaps guessed something, and she answered me, “No, I can’t. After that, she moved to get out of my arms.
“Happy,” but I couldn’t hear her, and I didn’t want to let go of my hand, be afraid, and cut my head out of my numb and cold heart for years, and beg her, “Will you live?” I beg you to live. I’ll do anything. I’ll be good to you. I’ll do whatever you want.
She’s frozen.
For some time, my arms became empty, and I looked at it, and it was like gravel, slowly leaking out of my arm, and she turned into a fog, a few metres away, and looked at me side by side.
His eyes were red, he opened his mouth, he couldn’t say anything, and he turned back slowly and he shook his head: “I can’t, I can’t.” I’m sorry.
Happy! I stand up and my voice is deaf, “Don’t go. I’m sorry.
“I’m nothing good,” she whispered, “I’m a poor memory, stupid, dirty I’m a ghost, you’re so good I can’t hurt you.” I’m sorry.
“But,” I looked at her, “I like you. I’m sorry.
She’s frozen again.
“I really like you,” I said, “You’re the best girl I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry.
She looked at me and her eyes were red.
Do ghosts cry? What was her tears like?
And I said: Will you be with me? I have nothing, but I will take good care of you, and I will never let you get hurt again. I’m sorry.
Her eyes were dazzled, as if she had struggled for a moment, yet she shook her head and turned and left.
“Are you stupid? Jiang Hak is the softest, the simplest, you’re the worst. I’m sorry.
This moment, when a little familiar sound came out of my mind, when it was a strange thing, but the hope of a dead end was set in motion by accident, giving me the chance of near despair.
Joy is indeed soft.
“Do you really want to leave me?” I read the word “soldery,” and then I was like I was cut through the second line, and I looked at her with tears in my eyes. “If you died, I wouldn’t be able to live.” I’m sorry.
She turned her head, her face changed and her lips moved.
“I’ll be late in the morning when no one gets my toothpaste, and I’ll be late.” I’m like, “I’ll be fired by the boss, I won’t have money, I won’t be able to eat without money, I’ll starve to death at home…”
The larger her eyes, she looked at me.
I feel a bit guilty, but I’m still trying to put my heart down: “I’ll be sick and no one will bring me any medicine, and I’ll be dying, probably for a month before anyone finds out…”
She couldn’t help but walk two steps towards me.
“Happy isn’t about me, but if you go, I can’t live.” I look at her, and I shed two tears. “Do you think I’m not handsome enough to eat much, and I’m not going to make money? I’m sorry.
“I, I…” And the river came to me in a hurry, and saw me crouching on the ground, and she went around two circles, and finally said, “I’m not going.” I’m sorry.
My head was buried in my knees, and I showed only one eye, pretending to ask her, “Will you lie to me?” I’m sorry.
“No.” I’m sorry.
After that, she reached out with determination, with her face touching my head, softly saying, “You have to live.” I’m sorry.
My eyes were hot again, and I said, “You too. I’m sorry.
– 07-07.
As he walked out of Lin’s old house, he was resting at the door for tea.
He smiled at me when I couldn’t keep my face shut. I’m sorry.
“Can I ask Mr. Xie’s full name?” I’m sorry.
“Do you finally remember this? “The lady in your mirror, I’ll let her sleep for a while. I’m sorry.
I had a few guesses in my heart, I heard noding in the place and followed him into the forest garden teahouse.
There was only one table in the teahouse, one with a black mask playing with a cell phone, with no face, which looked cool, one with an earpiece brushing a little video, laughing at two times, one with glasses on it and a briefcase on it.
Look, I know all these people.
Master Fan, Sergeant Ma, and the landlord who can’t wait to sign my three-year contract.
“No thanks, no thanks, no thanks,” the boss smiled, and I introduced him to him. “His name is Van Innocence. This is Ma Seonbo. You know that the descendants of this horse are now part-time and count as half of our co-workers. I’m sorry.
I’ve been hanging around all day.
Although I have some ideas, I’ve never thought of anything like this, and I’ve drawn my mouth off: “You didn’t plan all this? I’m sorry.
Van can’t count, but he looks at me like a dark star. “The earth can’t interfere in people’s affairs, the rules are limited, Shebian told you the ghost’s rules for being born, and I can only tell you that the river is a living soul. I’m sorry.
Indeed, Ma Seonbo smiled at me, and said, “I can’t just tell you that you’re the one who’s obsessed with me, but I can only lead you to think that if you really can’t remember, we have no way. I’m sorry.
“We have been guiding the ghost of the vagrants to the earth many years ago, until seven years ago when we met with the joy of the river, and she moaned for a moment, and said, “She is not only a living soul, but also a lack of a soul, no one has to pull us, and we have refused our help, and she has made clear her desire for death. I’m sorry.
What does that mean? I was silent for a moment, asking.
Shebion’s face was a bit sarcastic: “Then we went to the King’s Book and found that her fate was clear, and that her poor memory and slow reaction was due to the fact that her parents forced her to take away the life of her family by force. I’m sorry.
“I don’t think she was born for the sake of the lucky boy in the family, but the cow head is gone, and who else would be called daughter Jiang Yu?” She said she had a lot of money?”
“We shouldn’t have done anything about it,” she gave me a cup of tea, “for she was born retarded, had no friends since she was a child, had been sent to your school, had entered a class that was not good, had you met a so-called loser, and had it not been for you, I would have assumed that she would have gone away at the moment of her death because she had no regrets. I’m sorry.
“From childhood to age, she had lost her fortune, met a lot of scum, the teacher in high school, repeatedly assaulted the girl, especially if it was not smart, and when a family emigrated to pay her only some legally required monthly allowance, he was the easiest target to get, and Ma Seonbo’s voice was getting lower and lower. “That day we went back to school to get a pass card, she wanted to see you, the loser stopped her, forced her to have sex with her by the window of the office… She saw you, struggled so hard, she was pushed down. I’m sorry.
My wood is in place, my fingernails slowly fall into the palms, and an unprecedented agitation and impulse pours into my mind, and my fingertips touched something cold before the outbreak.
It’s the mirror with the river.
I calmed down: “Did you do this to him? I’m sorry.
“Well, sort of, later on, there was a student report, and we helped, and we replaced a group of people, and Van was cold, and, “If it wasn’t for too much interference, I would have let them disappear. I’m sorry.
“Old Van, don’t be so grumpy.” She’ll shoot him on the shoulder. “It’s good to be legal. I’m sorry.
“Can I get her back? I watched Shepion in a certain way, “Whatever the means, I’m sorry.
“No problem,” she said, “It’s a good deal, but it’s a bad thing, and the government has a right to blame.” We were unable to do so because it was her desire to die, but we can get her back as soon as she wants. I’m sorry.
“And don’t worry about the couple’s affairs,” says the bullheads know what I’m thinking. “They’ve done this in recent years, and they’ve been getting even worse since the boy who’s willing to take away something that doesn’t belong to him, and that’s the rule of the earth, and the judges won’t make them feel better. I’m sorry.
“Dr. Choi…” I suddenly remembered the text that I had received earlier. I’m sorry.
“Well, when the judge comes to the world, he says he’s going to work in a hospital where he knows the boundaries of life and death. When we found him, the judge turned him into his patient by some means, and most of him was still alive, thanks to him.” Shebian said, “But whether or not she survives or not, it’s up to you, primarily you, and her only hope for survival. I’m sorry.
I’m silent: “I? I’m sorry.
“She refused to be guided, not to come near us, not to go back to her body, and for years she has been forgetting, not remembering anything, but your name, and we cannot force her,” Ma Chengbo lamented, “until seven years later, she came to this house on her own initiative. You’ve been on fire since you were a kid and you’ve been easy to hit with ghosts, especially since this is our land, with a lot of ghosts, and you’ve been here to work, and she knows she wants to protect you, even though she doesn’t remember anything, and she stays close to your company and escorts you home every night. I’m sorry.
“You were driven out of the land by the landlord, and she couldn’t see it, forced you to contact you against the punishment of the earth and brought you to her house,” she said calmly, “But what we thought was unfair to you at the time, even though the river wouldn’t hurt you, and if you showed any resistance, we would take you out of the house, and there was nothing we could do about it. I’m sorry.
But you didn’t, and Van said, “She was all fucked up, with the instincts of some ghosts, and she woke up at the moment she saw you. I’m sorry.
“She says her name is Jiang Joy, because you like words and she likes them, which is the only bright memory of her life,” she says, “and, while she is willing to stay and help you because of the mess of your life then, she does not want to affect your life or want you to recognize her. After that, the emotion you gave her was the only one she had received in seven years, from positive feedback. These things gave her strength and courage to stop resisting, even when you offered to help her, she promised to work here because she didn’t want you to be disappointed. I’m sorry.
“This is a very private act of our own, and everyone has been punished with a small punishment for forced interference in human beings, and the bull’s head was punished the most after bringing you into the house, and he came back only a few days ago to take a rest and take a shot of me,” said Ma Seonbo, “We took you to the station at first, but we thought it was up to us, and we didn’t know if Jiang would survive with your help. I’m sorry.
The conversation took a long time, but only at the end, and I remember myself bowing to them deeply: “Thank you.” I’m sorry.
Although it was not my wish at the outset, the results deserve my every blessing.
Fortunately, I came here to work.
Fortunately, it’s me who’s interested.
Fortunately, I like her.
Fortunately, I still have a chance to fix it.
Fortunately, she’s still here.
From 08-08.
This weekend, I was led by a group of people in the capital, and I met Choi.
Dr. Choi, with his red lips, his beautiful eyes, his gentle looks, smiled nicely at me and took me to the river of the ICT.
Perhaps for the protection of Judge CHOI, it’s as if you’re asleep in your bed, even though you have a pale face.
We solemnly thanked Judge Choi, who was just swinging his hand: “It is not for me to kill him, and it is my duty to help her.” And he said, “As a result of a lack of life, her memory of pain is very light, her heart is clear, and she doesn’t understand hatred, which will not change when she returns. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay,” I looked at the face of the river and said, “I don’t want her to remember the pain. I’m sorry.
“Well, Judge CHOI nod his head, “Let her come back, we’ll get her back. I’m sorry.
I lit a little mirror, and the long-sleeping joy of the river was awakened, and she looked at me in her sleep, and I only laughed at her and said, “Enjoyed and brought you home.” I’m sorry.
She looked at me blindly, he hesitated at the moment she saw her body, but noded firmly after I said, “Enjoyed to refuel and feed me” and slowly put her forehead on the forehead of the bed of sickness, and became part of her body.
CHOI CHOI has taken a pen from somewhere, and his eyebrow has drawn a few of them in the air. And on the forehead of the river, a moment later, the gold glitter, and the pale face of the river, a little bit of red, and the gold mark faded, until a piece of paleness fell out of her forehead and turned into powder.
At the same time, in the house of a family on the other side of the ocean, grumpy eyes are scolding young people with a sharp screeching scream, bleeding from their mouths and noses, terrorizing them in the face of a middle-aged couple on the side of whom there is no doubt about it, and crying out to help the fainting youth. At the same time, a sudden shock broke in their homes, and everything worth of money fell on the floor and broke into pieces.
But none of this will be known to me or to her.
The consequences of Jianghu’s awakening are blurry of the memory of the past and retain the habit of forgetting, except for me. I received the end-of-year prize, and she invited her people to dinner, dinner table, and in the humming, I played the song “Come to Joy,” and Ma Yenbo laughed and pulled his colleagues out, while I looked at the river and smiled: “I like you, can you be with me?” I’m sorry.
This time, she didn’t reject me.
Jiang Hu has been a grown man for a long time, and with the help of some supernatural forces, we soon helped her to change her name at the police station. When she updated her identity card from Jiang Yu to Jiang Hui, she looked at me with bright eyes, and I kissed her on the forehead: “My joy will be happy in the future.” I’m sorry.
But her experience of being a ghost brought her some after-effects.
For example, she’ll have to drill in the mirror.
I didn’t look at you until I hit you, and some of you were holding on to the red head: “I forgot again.” I’m sorry.
“It’s all right. Next time I put a transparent sheet in the mirror, you won’t hurt.” I’m sorry.
Then we bought it online, and I couldn’t help but buy her a lot, and she looked at me, “Don’t spend money.” I’m sorry.
“But I want to buy a balloon for a girl I like, and a pillow for a chocolate, and I look at her innocently.” I’m sorry.
Jiang Hao:
She’s not a ghost anymore, can’t hide around the clock, can’t sit down on her cheeks, and I hold her in my arms and kiss her.
As a landlord, a cow head came back to our house and was shocked by a dress full of young girls’ hearts, and then looked at me with strange eyes: “How do you use pink stars in a big man’s toothpaste cup?” I’m sorry.
“It’s pink love that pleases me. I’m sorry.
Bull’s head:
Jiang Hao still works at Xie’s office, probably because she was a ghost too, and she had the guts to laugh and be a colleague of a group of ghosts, and to fight for her colleagues when they accidentally fell out of their eyes to scare their customers.
More than anything else, she still earns more than me.
Once again, when I expressed my desire to jump to Boss Shek, Ma Chengbo smiled at me and invited me to participate in his film project — in fact, to make his film a headline.
I got a new job, the job was easier, and I picked up the guitar on a part-time basis, and I started trying to play some little videos.
Surprisingly, my singing video is a little hot, and her colleagues are being taken seriously.
And then the comments under my account became this…
“What? Isn’t this a horror videomaker? I’m sorry.
“I remember when he used to call the Mirror Ghost, and now what’s my joy? Why is the blogger alone now? I’m sorry.
“Did you guys see the couple slippers in the blogger’s video…”
“I’ve heard a girl applaud a guitar player before. I thought it was a delusion. Now I have a bold idea. I’m sorry.
I answered under this hot first comment.
“Yes, that’s what you think. I’m in love with the little girl in the mirror. I’m sorry.
And then he kissed her.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
