ghost

Xiaoman is the second solar term in summer.After Xiaoman, the rainfall in City C began to increase.It rained for several days in a row, and just when Fang Xia felt that mushrooms were growing on his body, a rare cloudy day finally ushered in.

On this day, Fang Xia paid his salary, while Hou Chaoqing finally decided to leave the design studio.

"May Day was given a three-day holiday. I thought that the boss of the studio had finally changed his mind, regained his conscience, and was ready to start a new life! The result? After I went back from the holiday, he kept making me work overtime and made me work overtime. The three-day holiday has been squeezed back!" Hou Chaoqing drank the cup of coffee in front of him in one gulp, and slapped the empty cup on the table with a bang, "Master Hou, I want to resign! I'm quitting! "

"It's time to resign, your dilapidated studio has no future at all, and the boss is still stingy." Fang Xia echoed.

"Isn't it hard to find a job? And the school dormitory is almost out of room. The graduation ceremony is next month, and I have to rent a room soon." Hou Chaoqing sighed, before sweeping the coffee as a booze. Exhausted momentum, like a deflated ball spread on the chair.

"Why don't you come to our studio as a teacher? Anyway, the studio is still recruiting." Fang Xia said, pushing his undrinked cup of coffee in front of Hou Chaoqing, "The studio is occupied, so you don't have to rush to rent a room. "

"Is the boss of your studio collecting broken copper and rotten iron? I can do the same?" Hou Chaoqing held Fang Xia's cup of coffee, twisted his body on the seat, and asked.

"Barely usable, your sketching skills prevent you from being completely reduced to scrap metal." Fang Xia looked at Hou Chaoqing from head to toe, and commented seriously.

"Your studio is really good..." Hou Chaoqing took a sip of Fang Xia's coffee, and said in a voice almost whispering, "But you are paid dead wages, like you can do illustrations to make extra money, it's okay, my studio Design, there is no studio in the early stage or the company can't rely on it! I can't afford a girlfriend..."

"Huh?" Fang Xia accurately found the point in Hou Chaoqing's ambiguous muttering, "Girlfriend?! Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, no, no! Not yet!" Hou Chaoqing waved his hands in panic, "I just decided to follow up..."

"Who are you looking for? Do I know him?" Fang Xia became interested, and suddenly understood why Hou Chaoqing loved gossip so much. It turned out that gossip about others is really a pleasant thing.

"You haven't told me who you like!" Hou Chaoqing glared at him, "Why should I tell you! You didn't even tell me who you liked!"

"The person I like..." Fang Xia's eyes unconsciously drifted towards Fu Jin beside him.

Fu Jin turned her head slightly, and met Fang Xia's gaze.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, Fang Xia was defeated and looked away in embarrassment.

Fu Jin lowered her eyes, but the corners of her mouth raised a little invisibly.

Fang Xia usually has nothing to do, so he likes to lean beside him, or stare at him, with a shameless look.But as soon as he meets his eyes, Fang Xia will blushed and turn away his eyes in a short time.This is a very interesting phenomenon that Fu Jin discovered recently.

"Why are you blushing for no reason?" Hou Chaoqing looked at Fang Xia puzzled.

"It's hot!" Fang Xia said, taking a sip of the cup of tea at hand.

hot?It was cloudy outside, and the air conditioner was still on in this coffee shop. He felt a little cold, how could it be hot?It is said that fat people are more afraid of heat than thin people?

Fang Xia put down the teacup and suddenly felt something was wrong.Looking to the side, he found that the cup of tea in front of Fu Jin was gone, and the cup of tea in his hand was not Fu Jin's, but whose?

Fang Xia: "Uh..."

Fu Jin: [You can drink it, I don't mind. ]

Fang Xia felt a little uncomfortable, obviously she hadn't drunk the tea ordered for Fu Jin before.This time I took it in the wrong hand, and it feels like I took Fu Jin and drank half of the tea... What are you thinking?Fu Jin had never drunk this cup of tea before!This is true, but thinking of this, I suddenly feel a little lost for some reason.

Fang Xia was about to get up and go to the front desk to order another cup of tea for Fu Jin, when the cell phone on the table rang suddenly.

The caller's name flashed on the screen of the phone, it was Fang Xia's second brother Ding Ming.

"Second Senior Brother?" Fang Xia picked up the phone smoothly.

"Fang Xia, listen to me..." On the other end of the phone, Ding Ming's voice was dry and hoarse, and there was a hint of choking when he listened carefully.

Fang Xia's hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Ding Ming is a man who runs the train with his mouth full of words. He is usually lazy and not in shape. Intense and vivid emotions.But now, Ding Ming's voice was full of suppressed sadness.

"Master...Master has passed away, and now we are sending Master back to Queshan Temple." Ding Ming pushed out word by word with a trembling voice, "You come back... to see Master off."

After listening to Ding Ming's words, Fang Xia suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar, opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be tightly blocked, and he couldn't make any sound.The blood on his face had faded, and he was pale, his eyes were empty, and he couldn't find where he was going when he looked ahead.My ears were buzzing, and I couldn't hear what Ding Ming said on the phone.

Master... passed away?

Obviously a few days ago he was still arguing with his master on the phone, and heard his master arguing with his second senior brother over a marinated egg. That voice sounded so energetic, how could he pass away?

impossible……

He doesn't believe it!

He has to go back!

That's right, I have to go back!The second senior brother must have lied to him, just like he lied before that his master had a cerebral thrombosis...

He had to go back and expose their lies and give them a good lesson.

"Fang, Fang Xia...?" Hou Chaoqing called out cautiously.

Fang Xia suddenly stood up from his seat, "I want to go back to Queshan Temple."

The teacup on the table was accidentally overturned by him, splashing the clothes, but Fang Xia didn't care, pulled out the chair, and rushed out of the coffee shop.

Fu Jin followed Shang Xia closely.

"Fang Xia! Wait..."

Hou Chaoqing didn't stop him, and hurried to the service desk to pay the bill.After paying the money, I ran out in a hurry without waiting for the waiter to give me change.However, as soon as he ran to the side of the road, he saw Fang Xia stopped a taxi and was sitting in it.By the time he chased after him, the taxi had already disappeared.

Fang Xia took a taxi all the way to the high-speed rail station in City C, and bought the nearest train to City Q.

Fu Jin followed Fang Xia, watching him hold the ticket with slightly trembling hands, and stuffing it into the automatic ticket gate, but failed to get it in twice; watching him follow the crowd onto the platform, almost stepping on the air and falling Seeing him walk into the car and sit down, looking out the window quietly, his empty eyes reflected on the glass of the window - this is the first time Fang Xia has not fixed his gaze on himself in a crowded place, Be careful not to let living people pass through his body.

Fu Jin stood beside Fang Xia, but didn't know what to say.He had never experienced anything like it, and he had no words of comfort.

He basically heard everything Ding Ming said on the phone.Ma Guangping's death, to Fang Xia, was probably like the death of a close relative. He had never experienced this kind of heavy sadness.Before he was alive, his relationship with his closest relatives was cold, and there was no one around him with a similar relationship, so he couldn't understand Fang Xia's emotions at the moment.

However, this incomprehension seemed to separate him and Fang Xia into two worlds, making Fu Jin feel faintly anxious and depressed.This was an emotion he had never had since he turned into a ghost.He doesn't need to be anxious, because he has been watching the world with cold eyes; he will not be depressed, because he doesn't need to breathe.

When the train arrived in Q city on time, Fang Xia took a taxi at the station and went straight to the foot of Queshan Mountain.

When we arrived at the foot of Queshan Mountain, the evening sky had faded from the beauty of the sunset and became dark.Standing at the foot of the mountain, Fang Xia could see the top of the mountain at a glance.

Que Mountain is a very small mountain with an altitude of less than [-] meters. It can be said to be the poorest of the mountains.Fang Xia is very familiar with this poor little man, and he can easily reach the Queshan Temple on the top of the mountain in less than ten minutes' walk.

However, at the moment standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the top of the mountain, Fang Xia felt a sense of oppression in front of a thousand-foot-high mountain, feeling that the whole mountain was rising infinitely higher, invading him, and causing him fear.

Looking up, Fang Xia raised his feet and stepped on the steps paved with bluestones when he saw the soreness in his eyes.Go up step by step, approaching the Queshan View on the top of the mountain step by step.

Looking at the gate of the Taoist temple from a distance, there is white hanging on the beam above the gate, and a big "Dian" is written on the lantern on the white background.

Fang Xia felt that the negation accumulated in his heart was like a hole in the old window paper, and the coolness of hula la was blown out from the bottom of his heart, spreading in his body and limbs, draining the blood in his veins. Cool down.

Fang Xia bit the corner of her lip, and stood there for a while, until she tasted the rust, and then walked in slowly.

There are bright lights inside, there are Taoist priests chanting scriptures, women sitting aside crying softly, and villagers busy back and forth.

Fang Xia shuffled and walked in in a daze.

Through the front yard is the front hall.White cloth filial curtains were hung there, and it was arranged into a filial hall.

Fang Xia stepped into the filial hall, and Ding Ming and Shan Yichun, who were guarding the filial curtain, stood up. They were wearing white mourning clothes.

"Fang Xia..." Ding Minghong called out hoarsely with eyes wide open, and then slowly turned his gaze to behind the white cloth filial curtain, "Master is here..."

Fang Xia shook her lips and walked slowly behind the curtain.

He saw Ma Guang lying straight on the door panel covered with white cloth, his face was lifeless and dark.He reached out to touch the hand beside Ma Guangping, and felt the hand was cold.

"Master—" Fang Xia whimpered and groaned, kneeling before the coffin with his knees on the ground.

Standing outside the mourning hall, Fu Jin looked at the white cloth filial curtain, and heard Fang Xia's mournful cry from inside, he felt as if his heart in his chest was being torn apart, and his soul trembled with pain.

He obviously lost his beating heart, how could he still feel this kind of pain?