die away

I frowned and watched my parents squatting in front of me, my mother took out a basin, and my father put the Mingbi in the basin, and it didn't take long for the Mingbi to be lit.

"Old Bai...you say these...is your son enough?"

Dad stared blankly at the fire in the basin, and his mother called him twice before he could react.

"Should be enough..."

"Old Bai... Do you think my son is over there... Will he be bullied..." Mom said as she lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, which became redder and redder as she rubbed them.

"This brat, he's not even afraid of death, but he's also afraid of being bullied by other ghosts?"

"Your son is gone, so don't talk about him like that!"

"I'm so mad... He actually went to die... That man is more important than the two of us? I really raised him for so many years... He never thought about us..."

I found that my father seemed to be getting old suddenly, and there were a lot of white hairs on both sides of the sideburns, and his straight back was always bent, like a little old man. His image is really incomparable to the original one.

My father hugged my mother and whispered comforting words in her ear. Looking at them hugging each other, I suddenly felt so pitiful that my son was gone at such a young age.

"If you don't force me, I won't die..."

"Give you!"

I turned my head, and the ghost appeared next to me at some point, and he handed me a suitcase.

"what is this?"

"The money your parents gave you."

"Oh." I took the suitcase, which was still heavy, "what can I do with all this money?"

"Can't do anything."

"........."

"But you can buy some snacks."

"snack?"

"Yes." The ghost guard took out an incense stick and ate it, like eating a chocolate bar. "This thing, like your human cigarettes, can fill your stomach and refresh your mind."

"Oh." I put down my suitcase and looked at my parents.

"Your parents are nice."

"How did you see it?"

"It's easy to see that people are dead and still come to see you."

"Is that what you consider a good person? Maybe they'll forget about me after a while."

"Then what else do you want? Some ghosts' graves are covered with grass. From a distance, they look like pimples on the lawn. By the way, when I mention the grave, I remembered that the cemetery they chose for you is not cheap."

"How do you know so much?" I really don't know about the disposal of my body and the location of the grave.

"It's my job to research each ghost before I take it on."

"Oh." My parents have already burnt the Ming coins they brought, and my father helped my mother. They still maintain the posture of hugging each other. If I suddenly appear in front of them now, will they be scared to death by me, or will they be happy? Woolen cloth?

The ghost patted me and said, "What? Regret it again?"

"........."

"It's fine, it's better for you to think so than to think suicide."

I looked at the back of my parents leaving. Compared with hating them now, I really hate them. I love them. Because of love, I hate them for opposing my love. I always don’t understand why they oppose me and Yang Yi so much. , Now that I think about it, it should be that they love me too much.

"I heard that a woman came here last night?"

"You even know this? There are cameras in the underworld?" I looked around, and there were no cameras at all.

"We still use the camera? And I am very satisfied with your performance last night."

"I'm not interested in getting a double."

"I'm praising you, can't you be happier?"

I sat down helplessly and looked at the sky, "It's snowing again."

"Really?" The ghost guard also raised his head, and a small snowflake passed through his body and landed on the roof, "Maybe it's because I haven't been a human being for too long, and I didn't notice the snow."

"If it takes a long time, will I be like you?"

"what?"

"Can't feel anything?"

"How is it possible for a fool like you?"

"It's really annoying."

Every year after that, my parents would come to see me on the memorial day, and sometimes they would tell me about the past, some things I don’t remember, but they remember them very clearly. Without them, I might forget a lot of things.

But there is one thing that I really can't remember clearly, that is the hatred for them. Sometimes I can't even remember why I committed suicide.