cry for me

【XVIII】

My brother is still healthy, but from now on, when he looks at himself, he will feel that his body is full of rotten holes.

It was the most terrible revenge a young woman could think of.

She is already a ghost now.

So she wants to be willful.

She is a reasonable person, but she is not a reasonable ghost.

The life story of a young woman under the age of 30 ends here.

【nineteen】

Recently, several supernatural events have occurred in the city center.

The clothes in the mall will float by themselves.

The strange three actually spoke to the air.

Some diners saw the skewer floating by itself, and then the meat on it didn't know where to go.

The young woman had a great time, and she spent three pleasant days with the three of them and one ghost.

Now she is going to reincarnate, Xiao Ling said she wanted to hug her, the young girl agreed.Although the two of them can no longer perceive each other, they still regard it as a "hug".

In the final finale the young woman tells her own story.

When she was young, her parents didn't care much about her, and she relied on her excellent grades all the way through the exam.She found a job in a big city, and that's when her nightmare came.

They think she is rich.

In the end, the conflict broke out because her younger brother stole a bicycle worth tens of thousands of dollars in partnership with others, and he asked his sister to pay for it, but she was tired of it at that time, so she planned to stay for one night and then go back to the city up.

Because of her expensive business attire, the whole family thought she was dying.

His brother was angry and wanted to kill her.

So his parents hit it off.

It's a simple and chilling story.

It was the first time that Xiaoling saw the ghost shed tears. It was a kind of almost gaseous smoke, instead of dripping downwards, it diffused in the air. Xiaoling felt the horror of this story more than others.

It's not too much to have a dress that's not too cheap.

And that dress is business attire.

【twenty】

Xiaoling burned the dress they bought together.

She hopes that young women can have two good-looking clothes and wear them backwards.

【21】

The boss scolded them again with his thermos.

The reason was that he saw the tombstone of the young woman next to him, and the boss felt terrified.

Xiaoling: She is a good person!

Lao Lin: He is also a good ghost!

Xiao Gao: I agree.

Boss: Are you bewitched...

This month's salary is 100 yuan more than before, and the boss told them to go up the mountain to burn incense to get rid of bad luck.

Then these three people used the money as a matter of course to order a restaurant.

[22] "Two Kinds of Death"

Act Three Crossing the River

First round

Outside the house, it was windy and windy, with lightning and thunder.

The young man in the house wrote his last letter on the desk.

(Wu Qing enters and walks to the side of the young man)

Wu Qing: Look at your dejected look!

YOUTH: Please call me by my name.

Wu Qing (walking back and forth): You are going crazy!These books will enchant you!

Youth (calmly): No, no!It's never a few words in those books, not a few awkward poems that drive me crazy!My madness is for everything in front of me, looking at the broken mountains and rivers, looking at the fields trampled by cavalry.When I was a babbling child, I knew that the land under my feet would always be so thick and full of tenderness...

Wu Qing: Hey!Your poor old mother shouldn't let you study!

YOUTH: No, we should open our eyes.

Wu Qing: Stop talking!Stop talking!You have to cherish your own life!

Youth: We should also open our mouths!

(Wu Qing takes a few steps back, looking at the books on the table, suddenly there is a thunder outside the house.)

Wu Qing: Right!Burn the damn things!

Youth: Without books, there is still such a bleak reality!

Wu Qing: You have to calm down——

YOUTH: I need you to call me by name and sell me to them.

Wu Qing (evading): What's your name...what's your name...I've forgotten it long ago!

(There is another thunderclap outside the house.)

Youth (approaching): You have to remember!

Wu Qing: No, no...

YOUTH (approaching): You must remember!

(Enter the servant, he looks flustered)

Servant: Master——

Wu Qing: What are you panicking about!

Servant: Here they come!Here they come!They crossed the river!

Wu Qing (in pain): Hey!I saw the ruthless killing intent, I saw the bloody massacre!

Youth: I know my fate in my heart, I cannot escape death!Now you have to say my name!

Wu Qing: Your name is... your name is...

(A thunderclap sounds.)

【23】

Xiao Gao had a dream about his dark history.

He dreamed of something he had written before.

Xiao Gao felt fortunate that few people remembered that he wrote it, otherwise he might die of shame.

It's raining outside.

The silver-haired ghost lay quietly beside him, and Xiao Gao was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the past.But it only took a few seconds for him to wake up again.

Even though he has paid his own life, regret and self-blame still follow him like a shadow.Xiao Gao wiped the cold sweat that flowed from his forehead, and the glowing ghost was fast asleep.

The next day the ghost tried to talk to Xiao Gao, but Xiao Gao still ignored him.

Guixin thought that Xiao Gao stared at him for a long time yesterday.

He thought Xiao Gao was going to forgive himself.

To add, ghosts don't need to sleep.

【24】

Lao Lin was hospitalized.

This time it's really not a fake.

Xiaoling and Xiaogao brought a fruit basket and planned to visit him in the hospital.

After entering the hospital, the nurse told them that Lao Lin had been discharged from the hospital.

Two people and a ghost returned to the office, and Lao Lin was reading the newspaper with his reading glasses.

Xiao Gao tore off the plastic wrapping of the fruit basket, and tore off the cheap purple strip with a white circle on it, and the double-sided tape on the back of the strip stuck to his hand.

Xiao Gao shook his hand for a long time and did not shake it off.

Lao Lin walked over and took away the most expensive dragon fruit.

Xiaoling: Lao Lin, you are not honest about what you are doing.

Lao Lin snorted a few times, began to peel the skin of the dragon fruit, and then began to "creak" the core inside.

Xiaoling was relieved, thinking that this old comrade could live a good life again for a while.

【25】

The rainstorm finally passed.

Xiaoling wholesaled a few pots from a small supermarket and put them in the office to catch the rainwater that "ticked" from the ceiling.

When the boss came back, he muttered:

If only the water could be drunk, the drinking fountains could be eliminated.

Xiaoling and the other three employees felt that the boss's idea was very brazen.

After the rain stopped, the weather started to get hot again, so on the hottest day of this year, their unremarkable funeral company received a big order in the countryside.

Xiao Gao and Gui are still at odds, and let Xiao Ling help convey whatever they have to say.

Xiao Ling didn't want to be a sounding board, which made her feel like she was doing another job as an unpaid telegrapher.

Xiaoling: If the two of you really don't want to talk, you might as well not live together.

Xiao Gao: Tell him.

Ghost: He is not happy to have a handsome ghost like me accompany him.

Xiao Gao: I am not unhappy.

Xiaoling: What do you mean by "I'm not unhappy", you two are like an old married couple.

After these words were finished, one person and one ghost fell into silence.The ghost didn't know why he was so sure that he must have met Xiao Gao, maybe not only met, they might have lived together for a while.

"When I was still a person."

The ghost with silver hair and stud earrings had a sore throat when he thought of this.

He is obviously dead, and this is likely to be caused by the feelings of his life.

Xiaoling: ...No way, you really know each other.

Xiao Gao: Yes.

Xiaoling: Didn't you say that he's not smart enough to admit the wrong person?

The ghost stared at Xiao Gao angrily, Xiao Gao was a little bit wronged.

Xiao Gao: It's been too long, I have forgotten what he looks like.

Ghost: Chen Shimei, Chen Shimei!You lied to me so hard!

Xiao Gao: You are talking nonsense!

Ghost: Why is my life so miserable!

Xiao Gao: Fart!

After scolding Xiao Gao, he left, but their cold war was over.The ghost found that Xiao Gao was a person who was not very good at arguing with others. First, his vocabulary for cursing people was not very rich.

The second is that Xiao Gao's speech speed is not particularly fast and slow, and he likes to speak big principles.So when others increase their speaking speed, he can't keep up. If the person who quarrels with Xiao Gao is a street hooligan, then Xiao Gao may be called to tears.

So in response to such a situation, Xiao Gao invented his own coping strategy.

He just stopped talking...

The ghost thought viciously:

Alas, this is the fate of a clumsy tongue who wants to be cultivated.

【26】

As the name suggests, Xiao Gaoren is indeed quite tall, even taller than Xiaoling wearing high heels.

That ghost has considered Xiao Gao's career choice.

To be honest, Xiao Gao's funeral master of ceremonies is not very high.It's okay to write and write, but it's a bit embarrassing to host passionately there.So, letting him come is purely to pull out generals from within.

Xiao Ling was nervous the moment she came on stage, she knew it from the cowardly act of pretending to be a ghost last time.

Not to mention Lao Lin, he is very considerate if he doesn't make trouble.

But then again, the family members were immersed in a sad atmosphere at the funeral.

When Xiao Gao pops his tongue occasionally, everyone must turn a blind eye.

Besides, Xiao Gao's literary talents are still there.

Xiao Gao has always kept his back straight. He was already tall, but now standing among a group of elders and aunts, he stands out from the crowd.Like Xiaoling, he wears that cheap overalls all the year round, and the two of them stop at the venue like two bodyguards.

This time it was an open-air meeting, and the family members drove two hours from the town to bring back two loud speakers.

Xiao Ling communicated with the family members about the process. Originally, Lao Lin should have done this job, but Lao Lin was not in a good condition today, and he was squatting by the big tree smoking a cigarette.

Xiao Gao: What's the matter, Comrade Lin?

Lao Lin: Can I take a break?You Huang Shiren.

Xiao Gao: ...Then you can rest, I will stay here with you for a while.

Two people side by side cat next to a tree.

They watched the family members walking around. A mother was tying white cloth strips on her child's head. The child looked reluctant and reached out to grab a handful of peanuts.In a hurry, his mother slapped his chubby hand hard.The child was startled, the peanut in his hand fell to the ground, and he began to cry.

Lao Lin: What are you doing? What are you doing beating a child?

Xiao Gao: Maybe his mother thinks it is unlucky.

Lao Lin: Why can't you eat a few yuan if you're hungry?

Xiao Gao nodded, and the two of them didn't speak for a long time.

Family member: Master Gao, let's start, otherwise it will be too late.

Xiao Gao pinned a small white flower on his chest, and walked to the temporary platform.

The ghost was sitting among the family members in the audience, Xiao Gao was a little dazed, this scene was too familiar.

The hand holding the microphone was sweating a little. Xiao Gao opened his mouth and suddenly forgot what he wrote in the first sentence. He saw the ghost staring at him with a grin, and Xiao Gao felt his ears start ringing. Yes, the eyes are also blurred.

There is a very small mole on the side of the eyebrow of this silver-haired ghost, which is invisible unless you look closely.

His face was not so pale when he was alive. He was still young, with a kind of smoke and fire that is unique to young people. Every time he smiled, his whole face would be very vivid.Memory is a vague and uncertain thing. Xiao Gao can't remember many details about him, but he can remember some inexplicable things clearly.

He often wore a threaded sweater once before his death, and he stretched out his hand to grab the balls on it. When he lowered his head, Xiao Gao could see the twists in his hair.The weather that day was so cold that Xiao Gao's nose turned red from the cold.

Today is the hottest day of this summer.

Xiao Gao felt that his joints were shaking from the cold.

In his memory, Xiao Gao saw him applauding himself in the audience, and Xiao Gao thought: His love is here.