God's Palette

He has been staying here since his death, of course he knows it.

"They do come over and clean up regularly, but..."

"Isn't that right? You should have seen the wishing well being emptied, and your lunch has already died every time it is cleaned up—just like you." These Xia Xun's friendly reminders, to the ghost I don't know if it's rude to say that...

But the young man looked stubborn, and refuted her with a tough voice that didn't match his age and identity.

"I haven't seen it! There is always a layer of coins in the wishing well, and they only take part of the top, and there will be a lot left... That... That's to hide my lunch! Don't let me leave here! Don't let me go out to play!"

Xia Xun was stunned, is it like this?This is unreasonable, right?

Isn't it just for profit to fabricate lies for wishing wells that can make wishes come true?So, shouldn't the coins earned be taken away every time?But after a little thought, she did find a loophole in her logic.

"A well where no one has made a wish will never come true..." she whispered to herself.

So, no matter what, this wishing well will leave a layer of coins to show that tourists have come to make wishes... This can stimulate the herd mentality of tourists, willing to be fooled, toss the coins in their hands-and hold a trace of Expected to draw a wish.

But the tourist attraction will never believe that his cleverness buried the lunch that the ghost boy hid in it, making it impossible for him to leave... So much so that he never waited until the wishing well was emptied and saw that the bottom of the well was empty , and accept reality that day.

We can only rely on human words.

"Give up your lunch." Xia Xun said to him.

"why?"

"Even if they are still there, they have been killed by time."

"What's the meaning?"

"Soaked for so long, it's already inedible. It's polluted, rotten, and turned into a pile of garbage. Even if it's well packaged, at least... it's already softened. You don't like to eat biscuit batter soaked in tap water, do you? .”

The boy showed disgust from the bottom of his heart, yes, he didn't like it.

Xia Xun continued to think about how to continue persuading him. If these few words can disintegrate the nostalgia in a ghost's heart?Then there wouldn't be so many ghost stories to tell in the world...

"Why don't I treat you to lunch? I've brought some food."

"But I can't eat it, I'm dead."

So he knew about it?Xia Xun smiled: "Well, actually, you don't need lunch, and you won't feel hungry, after all, you're dead."

"Uh……"

The boy choked and fell silent.

He moved his blank eyes away, threw it to the ground, and thought deeply about what this wonderful sister said.Well, it makes sense... As for the biscuits in the wishing well, if they have been soaked soft, then throw them away.

It was the first time he had started thinking about these things.

Before that, I just relied on the obsession in my heart, watching the well here silently, waiting for the day when the mountain of coins was dug up.Unexpectedly, I seem to be stupid, no, no, it's just that Xia Xun's sister is too smart, it must be like this.

"Unlike the big brother before, my sister is really...smart." He gradually began to figure it out, and at the same time, remembered a trifle that he had experienced day after day.

Hearing the sound, Xia Xun raised his eyes: "Big brother? Has anyone... chatted with you?"

He shook his head: "No one is a ghost like me."

"Tell me about it?"

"Ah."

Xia Xun remembered what the God of Soap Bubbles said, that in this world, there are unique interpersonal relationships that belong only to the souls of the dying world.What I met now is probably one of the links...

She waited quietly.

Anyway, this kid is not the target, and she has no other clues, so if you listen more and get in touch, maybe you will find the ghost you are looking for.But the little guy's memory is obviously not very good, and he needs to organize his words intermittently while recalling the remaining memories in his soul.

But he still told everything to repay his enlightened, smart and beautiful sister Xia Xun.

"A...uh, a depressed ghost, white as milk, a big brother, he looks very handsome. Dressed, looks like the one that often appears on TV...holding an electric guitar and singing annoying songs Kind of people. I hate it because they're all very, very loud."

"Rock, or... metal music?" Xia Xun speculated.

"I don't know, anyway, it's the kind of music that is particularly annoying-but I don't hate that big brother. Because he doesn't like to talk, he is quiet... But he told me that he was also looking for something."

"Small biscuits too?"

"No—the one who loved him."

The young Wugou's voice, like a wind chime stirred by a soft wind, sang clear and stirred Xia Xun's soul.Then, as if the gears fit together, she vaguely realized that she had finally grasped a clue.In the next second, the question came out naturally.

"When did this big brother meet you? Four years ago? Within four years?"

"I haven't counted the number of times the sun has risen and set, but ... it must have been in four years."

After scratching his head and thinking for a long time, the boy finally got a precise answer.

"Where did he go?"

"I also asked, and he said he was going to a crowded place...and then disappeared."

After answering the question, the young man took a last look at the wishing well, and he didn't miss it any more. Anyway, the biscuits soaked in it were already soft and unpalatable.He suddenly felt unprecedentedly relaxed, his soul became light, and he no longer had the shackles that bound him...

He realized—it was time for him to leave.

"Sister, are there any questions?"

"what's your name?"