Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

A rather stylish gallery, about [-] square meters, was opened in a downtown area. The store was bought at a high price.

The shop owner is a woman in her 40s named Zhuang Wenqin.

She is thin, her hair is wavy brown, she wears big Chanel sunglasses, her face is very white with makeup powder, and her lipstick is very bright.

Wearing a dark brown short-sleeved T-shirt, a black lace skirt, and Converse canvas shoes. He looked like he had spent time abroad and had a certain taste.

There are several Tibetan tattoos on her hands, rings inlaid with gold and jade, and an exaggeratedly large watch. She is using a kind of weight to add a sense of security to her thin body.

She stopped in front of a red wall. There was a large oil painting hanging on the wall. The painting showed a blue peacock spreading out its tail feathers. The feathers were expressed in an abstract way. The colors spread out and the peacock spread out. Screen.

"You also like this painting?" Zhuang Wenqin asked the fat man who was looking at the painting.

"I just think it looks a lot like a pet I used to have."

"This painting is called Bloom."

Then Zhuang Wenqin said to the fat man, "I am the guest who invited you here. Can I pay 88 to see a dead person?"

"Yes, the time is only three minutes and 56 seconds."

The fat guy is the manager of the "See You Again" agency. He can facilitate meetings between the living and the dead. Each meeting charges 88 yuan and lasts only 3 minutes and 56 seconds.

Zhuang Wenqin asked again, "Does that mean if I have a lot of 88, I can always see him?"

"Of course." The fat man smiled, "Money can make all the difference."

"Great."

Facing the "Blooming" oil painting, the two sat down on two black folding chairs.

Zhuang Wenqin handed over a photo. The photo is of some age and shows a seven-year-old girl and a man in his early twenties.

This man has a slicked back hair, with a small amount of hair hanging deliberately on his forehead. He wears sunglasses, smiles with nice teeth, and wears a floral shirt with three slits. He looks like he is imitating "Fei Xiang" , he held the seven-year-old girl with one hand and made a "cheer up" gesture with the other hand.

"No matter how many years I look at this photo, I never get tired of it." Zhuang Wenqin stared at the photo in fascination.

The photo was taken 33 years ago, and Zhuang Wenqin is the girl in the photo.

She came one by one:

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I never knew who my biological parents were and I grew up in an orphanage.

When I was seven years old, I saw the man in the photo for the first time. I had a very vague impression at the time. I remembered that he was a singer from a theater troupe and came to perform in the orphanage.

I sang "Fire in Winter" that day and also did a break dance.

In fact, the singing and dancing should be very ordinary, and that performance is also very vague in my impression.

When he was leaving at the end, he took photos with most of the orphan children in the orphanage, and I also took a photo with him.

The photo was developed a week later. I didn't pay much attention, and I had no idea what this man's name was or who he was.

I don’t even think about the next ten years.

Until I was 17 years old, I was studying in the orphanage to prepare for the college entrance examination.

It was no problem for me to get admitted to a second-tier university based on my academic performance, but I just applied for a super first-tier university. It was in a city far, far away, and it took three days and three nights to get there by train.

This is my goal - I want to get out of here, I want to go somewhere far, far away.

In fact, at that time, my nerves were tense every day. I was really unsure and needed to relax.

In the dead of night, I picked up a novel. I can’t remember the title of the book. I flipped through it as if nothing had happened. Halfway through, this photo from ten years ago popped up in the book.

I pinched and looked at this photo. The 17-year-old me looked at the "seven-year-old me" in the photo with confusion and hesitation. What was I worrying about at that time? What are you thinking about when you are confused?

And the man who hugged me back then - when I looked back at him that night when I was 17, it seemed like he had some kind of magic power.

His smile was so familiar and friendly, and his "come on" gesture with his clenched fist seemed to be saying to me: Come on! effort! you can!

After seeing the photos, I felt as if I had been injected with chicken blood. I gained confidence and was admitted to the university I wanted. Then continue to move towards the goal of being recommended to study abroad.

I had to change my life on my own.

I went to New York City when I was 22 years old. I rented a three-story underground house with only a dozen square meters. I worked part-time and went to a restaurant to wash dishes. I had to grit my teeth and endure the boss sneaking around.

In the winter, I couldn't pay the rent and the heating was turned off. I smoked hemp cigarettes for no apparent reason and was touched by my boss again. This time, I didn't resist.

I failed the exam and fell into a depressed mood that I could not escape from. At the age of 25, I was in a daze and had nothing.

I read a book before that said that people can live almost 25 years old, and an uncontrollable emotion kept spreading in my heart.

I was lying in the bathroom bathtub, holding a fruit knife for cutting my veins. Before I died, I suddenly wanted to write a letter, so I got up. I bumped into a pile of books while looking for a pen.

I opened the book and saw the photo of the seven-year-old me and this man again.

I instantly remembered that when I saw him more than ten years ago, he was wearing sequined bell-bottoms on stage and singing "woo...I am like the brightest star among the stars in the sky."

The scene that I didn't even remember suddenly popped up. His every move, his voice, and his outline were all very clear.

I picked up the photo, and the man in the photo seemed to be saying to me, "Don't give up! Keep working hard!"

By some strange coincidence, I survived this level again!

In order to get a green card, I married a 50-year-old white man, who opened a gallery and was a drunkard.

After being drunk, he suffered a cerebral infarction and a stroke. His left leg was paralyzed. He could no longer get out of bed and could not take care of himself.

I took over his gallery and started to learn how to do business. My English was not bad, and the courses I took before were in the marketing category, so I actually started this business.

I do business during the day and go home to take care of my white husband at night.

When I was 30 years old, I was diagnosed with breast cancer during a physical examination and had one breast removed. This was a big blow to me.

The night before the removal, I picked up the photo and looked at it again.

"Come on!" the man in the photo seemed to be saying to me.

After taking good care of my body, I reached the age of 35. At that time, my husband had been bedridden for eight years.

After the stroke, his brain was clear but his speech skills were poor. It takes a long time to say what I want to say.

He has chronic bronchitis in his lungs, a bad heart, constant lung infections, high blood pressure, diabetes, and many other problems.

One night, my husband hesitantly said to me, "let medie."

Very simple and clear.

After that, I notified his relatives and friends, and we stayed with him, talked to him, kissed him goodbye, and arranged everything. The doctor gave him an injection and euthanasia.

"then."

Zhuang Wenqin leaned back on the chair, looked up at the white ceiling and the crystal chandelier above, and continued:

I traveled to various places to relax, and met a tour guide in Paris. It was love at first sight.

I confessed to him that I had one breast removed five years ago due to breast cancer, and he said he didn’t mind.

But on the night we spent together in the hotel, he touched one of my breasts and looked at me like a monster. He hurriedly left the hotel the next day without saying goodbye to me.

I drank for three days and three nights, and kept eating, including cucumber salad, beef, sushi, ramen, and everything that came to my stomach.

Three days later, he suddenly started vomiting.

I couldn't stop vomiting, so I went to the hospital to get a bottle, and sat with a bunch of patients. I could smell the disinfectant in the hospital and cough. Everyone was sick, and I didn't know what it was.

I feel dirty, and I feel dirty to others.

I was very lonely. I turned on my phone and looked at the more than 270 contacts in my contacts. Most of them were guests and friends I met once or twice a month. I really wanted to chat with someone but found that there was no one I could chat with.

There are more than 270 people in the crowd with me. It makes no sense. I was flipping through the photo album on my mobile phone and was suddenly stunned.

I saw the photo again that I took with the man in the orphanage when I was seven years old. It was as if he was saying to me, "Come on! Live."