Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

at the same time.

In the Tai Chi circle, time flashed and Zhuang Wenqin met Qiao Zhenfeng.

Zhuang Wenqin looked very surprised - why did he look like a woman? !

There was silence for about ten seconds, and the soup in the pot was simmering.

"I haven't had hot pot for a long time." Qiao Zhenfeng put a piece of beef into the pot. "When my mother was alive, she hated the taste of hot pot. She didn't eat hot pot. But I lived with her and ate together, so I couldn't eat it. Hot pot, actually I like hot pot very much, but hot pot is very strange, it must be eaten by two people to be delicious."

"I..." Zhuang Wenqin paused, "I have fantasized about seeing you many times, and I also imagined that you should still be a charming gentleman. I also wanted to hear you sing "Fire in Winter" again, but I didn't I thought you would appear in front of me like this."

She looked at Qiao Zhenfeng in front of her. Under the moonlight, she was wearing an emerald green cheongsam. The corners of her eyes and mouth were drooping, which was due to her old and loose skin.

Qiao Zhenfeng put on thick but comfortable makeup and winked at Zhuang Wenqin, "It seems you don't like the way I look now."

"Don't get me wrong! In fact, you have always been my motivation to live."

She held up the photo that she had hidden for 33 years, "This is the photo you and I took in the orphanage. I keep it all the time. Whenever I cry, whenever I feel depressed, whenever I feel lonely, I will Take out this photo and look at it. Your gesture and smile are like saying to me, come on! Live."

She continued, "Actually, I want to see you because I can't survive this time no matter what."

She touched her chest, one side of which had been cut off and lost. "I had cancer ten years ago. When I went to the hospital for a review not long ago, it was said that it had metastasized, and it was the third stage of lung cancer. She wanted me to get treatment and encouraged me to go." Treatment. I went and after the second round of treatment, all my hair had fallen out. But thinking about the third and fourth rounds, I really didn’t want to go..."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Wenqin suddenly pulled off her wavy hair, revealing her loose hair under the moonlight.

She said, "I really feel that life is just digging one pit and then falling into the next. Hard work may not be useful. Life and death are all God's will. I have lived in a daze for 40 years. Is everything I have done in vain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the time came to early morning, [-]:[-].

Yao Ruolan pulled away from the wax figure, and Qiao Zhenfeng's soul disappeared.

"What the hell is going on!" Zhuang Wenqin shouted, "Why did I just say half of the ghost and then all the ghosts ran away!"

The fat man walked out of the room, "I reminded you, meeting an old friend lasts less than 4 minutes, and it goes by in a flash."

"Then let's have another round!" she shouted, "I have money!"

·

At 23:56:04 on the second night, the fat man called Qiao Zhenfeng out again.

This lasted for three, four, and five days, with only three minutes and 56 seconds each day, and hot pot was placed on the table every day.

Zhuang Wenqin and Qiao Zhenfeng talked a lot, and they basically talked over each other. The topic is one of inexplicable sadness.

Qiao Zhenfeng talked about his life intermittently:

"I have always kept to myself. My mother was a protected professor. She was the kind of person who focused solely on studying physics. She was withdrawn. When she was 40 years old, the company forced a retired swimmer to marry my mother.

"After my father gave birth to me, he ran away from the country one night. It is said that he stole my mother's invention and had no contact with me again. Growing up, it was my mother who brought me up, rather it was my colleagues at my mother's workplace who brought me up. Many of them Everyone wanted to curry favor with my mother, a genius professor, but after currying favor with her for a while, she left.

The person who led me changed round after round, and I gradually grew up. I was tall and handsome, and I liked singing, but I was not talented enough. But my mother was proud enough, and I was assigned to a provincial first-level song and dance troupe.

"When people introduce me, they always add, 'Professor So-and-so's son.' 'I sing so well!' 'How is your mother's health lately?'

"My life has a lingering label. At the same time, all kinds of young girls come to my door automatically, but I don't like them all. I don't like women, I don't like men, but I want to be a woman. "

Under the moonlight, half of Qiao Zhenfeng's face exuded the light of fireflies, and half was hidden in the darkness, like a monster.

"I don't have any experiences. I'm not a pervert. I was born a boy, but I just want to be a woman. But I have to endure this because my mother is still alive and I can't embarrass her. I love my mother, So I won't get married.

"I lived honestly under my mother's halo, worked as a director in the provincial song and dance troupe, and lived until I retired. In the eyes of others, except for not getting married, I had no problems with others. So half a year ago, Mother died.

After I finished the funeral, I disappeared from the city where I lived, moved to another city, dressed myself as a woman from head to toe, and even made an appointment for surgery. I endured living in other people's world until I was 53 years old, finally the world, finally! I can live as myself. "

He continued to speak, but his tone became choked.

"I am very happy. Although I am already 53 years old, I have thought about the remaining time. Even if it is only 20 or ten years, I can be myself. I am no longer someone's son, and I don't need to live for the social situation. . Live happily as yourself, live as the woman you want to be, but..."

He paused, "Just a few days ago, I took the elevator from the fifth floor to the first floor. When I walked out of the door, a wrench fell from the sky and hit me to death. The air conditioner was being installed on the 20th floor, and the staff accidentally dropped a wrench. , smashing my forehead through acceleration.

All this is exactly like the universal gravitation in physics. Apple and Newton, me and the wrench, are destined to be a tragedy. I died like this! He died inexplicably! It's like my life is a joke. "

He also began to wonder, "Is life really just a futile exercise? So now that I have become an old friend, I don't know what to do, and repeating the same things in my life, is it all in vain?"

·

They continued chatting like this day after day.

To release negative emotions in hot pot and comfort, Zhuang Wenqin has to pay 88 yuan every day.

She and Qiao Zhenfeng should be the most familiar strangers in history, and also the most generous strangers.

On the tenth day, Qiao Zhenfeng suddenly said: "There is no way we can continue to consume like this. It is like smoking. It cannot reduce the pressure at all. The pressure is still pressure. If you die, you will die, and if you live, you must continue. If you continue like this Your money will only become less and less, and you will be able to take advantage of the Taoist priest (fat guy) and the pink ghost (Yao Ruolan), right?!"

"But I don't know what to do?" Zhuang Wenqin said.

"Either you give up treatment, jump off a building, and become an old friend to keep me company, or else! Just go to treatment and continue to live."

"So what would you do if you were me?"

"I am not you, no one is you, and I don't want to see you again. You are a human being, and I am an old friend. Then I will do what an old friend should do, meditate or disappear into ashes, whatever. We are not the same kind. We have always been It’s not good to see the impact like this. But I will envy you because you are still a human being and you can still have hot pot. Isn’t that enough?”

"Can you?" Zhuang Wenqin said, "Tell me one more time to come on."

Under the night sky, you can see a "woman" about 1.8 meters tall, wearing an emerald green cheongsam, spreading her legs as if she was dancing a break dance that was popular in the 80s.

They all seemed to have returned to 33 years ago - they were still the seven-year-old doubtful girl and the 20-year-old flying boy.

They are all still confused about life, and they will always be confused about life.

"Come on!" Qiao Zhenfeng said and disappeared into the real world.

"come on!"

In the early morning, Zhuang Wenqin walked down the mountain alone. The big trees on both sides made a rustling sound, and the leaves rubbed against the wind, just like the song of the passing years.

There was a dull pain in her chest and she coughed twice. She didn't know what would happen tomorrow. Maybe there was no answer in living.

Suddenly she stopped and clenched her fists against the night. The dark clouds dispersed and the moonlight shone through, elongating her figure. She was as brave and innocent as before.