If you have the ability, don't hang gl[Quick Transmigration] this time

Time flies by inadvertently. People in small towns have long forgotten the pair of mother and daughter who chose to leave many years ago due to the pressure of public opinion.

Netizens have forgotten about the serial murder case and stepfather humiliating daughter case in Changshi, which shocked the whole country, for a long time.

Too much time has passed.

It's been so long that Yi Shuhan almost forgot whether the female ghost who accompanied him for a year in the Third Hospital of Changshi many years ago really existed.

It was a sunny afternoon, but Yi Shuhan didn't like it very much. She stayed at home and quietly drank the afternoon tea she made herself. On the blue-black glass coffee table in front of her, a sandalwood stand supported a silver-white photo frame. I got up a painting. In the painting, there were two very young girls. The taller beautiful girl was lying on the back of the shorter girl. Their hair was intertwined. The outline of the girl's eyes is extremely agile.

This is a pencil sketch drawn on ordinary notebook paper, but it was carefully framed by the owner of the painting, as if it was such a precious thing. Judging from the exquisite outer frame, this painting is indeed valuable.

Yi Shuhan quietly looked at the tall girl in the painting, and took another sip of the tea. The tea was a bit bitter, but after savoring carefully, it returned to sweetness.

Just like the life many years ago, although it was difficult and painful, but there was such a "person" who was with me all the time, it didn't seem so hard to endure.

Too much time has passed, and now she has a successful career and bought a villa in Spring City in the south with a pleasant climate. This city has a slow pace of life, which is very suitable for a slow-paced person like her, and it is also a good city for retirement.

She asked her mother to close the small restaurant that had been in Changshi for many years, and took her mother to fly to the south.

My mother has worked hard for her for most of her life, and she has reached the age when she should enjoy happiness.

Since moving here, Yi Shuhan's mother has met many friends of the same age. A group of old ladies often make appointments to play cards, do beauty treatments, and dance at night. They live a happy life without any bad things. In the past, there was only a warm life.

"Miss Yi, dinner is almost ready, you can ask the old lady to come back for dinner." It was Mama Wang whom Yi Shuhan invited a few years ago who spoke.

Both Ms. Wang and Ms. Li were invited by Yi Shuhan to cook and clean. After all, the house is too big, and Mrs. Yi Shuhan likes to clean up the house. It is tiring to do it once, so I invited them to help. Not much money.

Yi Shuhan put down his teacup, picked up his phone and called his mother.

After his mother arrived home, the mother, daughter, and Wang Ma sat down and had a simple dinner. Yi Shuhan carefully explained some precautions to his mother, and then told her that he was going back to Changshi for a few days. She nodded and promised to take good care of herself. She knew that at this time of year, no matter where her daughter was, she would definitely return to Chang City to visit her friends.

Before going out, Yi Shuhan went to the studio on the third floor. Yi Shuhan never let anyone in. The whole studio was hung with a portrait of a beautiful girl.

Yi Shuhan picked out a framed portrait, wrapped it in cloth, and went out.

After a two-hour flight, Yi Shuhan landed in Changshi at around 8:[-] p.m., and a handsome man in a suit and leather shoes stood quietly at the pick-up port. look.

Yi Shuhan walked out of the pick-up gate, and saw this familiar man.

"Sister Shuhan!" The man waved his hand, Yi Shuhan nodded at him, and walked over, "Long time no see, Shi Qi, I trouble you to run all the way to pick me up so late."

Shi Qi habitually took the painting wrapped in cloth from Yi Shuhan's hand, and led Yi Shuhan to the parking lot.

Shi Qi's driver waited straight by the car, saw his boss coming with Ms. Yi Shuhan, and took the initiative to open the door for the two of them, and then returned to his cab when the two big guys got in the car. Start the car and drive to the teacher's house.

Every year when Yi Shuhan came to Changshi, he would stay at Shi’s house for a few nights. The people in Shi’s house originally thought that Shi Qi, the young master of Shi’s family, had brought a girlfriend back, but they didn’t expect that they were really just friends. There will be some business contacts.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, the two drove to the cemetery in the west of the city by themselves.

It was almost 7 years ago. At that time, Yi Shuhan already had a small amount of capital. She asked someone to help investigate what happened in Room 1 of the inpatient department of the Third Hospital of Changshi many years ago. There was indeed a serious accident in the Third Hospital many years ago. Medical accidents, not to mention burning to death a patient on the spot, and a young doctor who was an intern was pushed out to take responsibility afterwards. Due to the huge pressure of public opinion and compensation, the young doctor committed suicide by jumping off a building.

But whether it was the patients who died that year or the same group of patients, none of them was named Chi Junluo, and the patient who was burned to death was named Chi Xiangxiang.

When they arrived at the cemetery, they walked to the top of the cemetery. This is a high-end cemetery. Each cemetery has its own independent space, and it is not crowded at all. There will be regular maintenance by the management staff every week.

They finally stopped in front of two tombstones not far apart. On one of the tombstones was written Chi Xiangxiang's three big characters, as well as the date of birth and death, while the other tombstone had no inscriptions.

The two stopped in front of their respective tombstones to worship. Yi Shuhan opened the cloth, took out the portrait of the girl, and carefully placed it in a special showcase next to the tombstone. There were already several portraits, large and small, inside.Without exception, all this beautiful girl.

Seven years ago, Yi Shuhan negotiated the price with the Third Hospital, surrounded the grass field downstairs with construction baffles, asked someone to dig out Chi Xiangxiang's dead bones that had been buried for more than ten or twenty years, and contacted the funeral home to pay for it. She was cremated, and in the end she and Shi Qi bought this piece of land in the cemetery in the west of the city. Yi Shuhan buried Chi Xiangxiang here, and Shi Qi buried his ghost brother, whom he could never find again, in this cemetery. A clothes tomb was erected on it.The two come to the cemetery every year to worship.

Putting the wine and some fruits she brought in front of the tombstone, Yi Shuhan sat on the ground, opened a glass of gin, and drank it all by herself. No matter how much she said, she had already finished talking for so many years, and she understood that the person who left or It is said that the ghosts that dissipated between heaven and earth may never come back.

At least, in this short life, there is no possibility of meeting again.

Next to him, Shi Qi also opened a can of wine, and sat silently in front of the tombstone, drinking quietly without saying a word.

Yi Shuhan's eyes were a little red. For so many years, she had been used to lying alone on the spacious bed and there was no warmth behind her. How many times she dreamed back at midnight, but she was the only figure left in front of the mirror.

From the day she was discharged from the hospital, she worked hard to learn how to draw, in order to keep the girl's face, instead of with the passage of time, that person's face will be blurred after many years, but she can't do anything to recall it.

Since then, she has drawn countless faces of that person, but she never waited for that person to smile for her again.

No matter how slowly she drank, the wine would always be finished. Yi Shuhan put away the empty gin wine glass, stretched out her left hand, and rolled up the cuff. Three delicate pattern tattoos were wrapped around her wrist, the golden one The tattoo is exactly the same as the pattern on the man's hand many years ago.

In the second year after she was discharged from the hospital, despite her mother's objection, she drew the exact same pattern as that man with her own hands. The tattoo was done and colored in one go at the tattoo shop. There was no pain as imagined when tattooing. On the contrary, she felt that, This tattoo keeps all my thoughts and memories of that person on my body.

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At night, Yi Shuhan lay quietly on the bed at home. This night, she had the nightmare that she had in Changshi Third Hospital many years ago.

In the dream, the woman with the golden pattern on her left wrist jumped from the dilapidated city tower. The scene changed, and the woman fell from the teaching building of a school again. The general's battle robe, the chest was pierced by a sharp weapon, and blood flowed down the dark armor. She leaned back, dragged the man she was fighting with, and fell from the high ancient city wall.

Yi Shuhan was standing not far from the woman. She wanted to stop all this from happening, but she couldn't move at all. In the end, she only heard her heart-piercing roar:

Do not! ! !

She woke up suddenly, the heart-wrenching feeling could not be eliminated for a long time, she forced herself to sit up, and after many years, she had this dream again, and she finally saw the face of the person in the dream clearly!

Yi Shuhan turned on the light and stumbled towards the studio. She wanted to draw her while she still remembered her appearance!

What she was waiting for was never Chi Xiangxiang who had passed away for many years, but the woman who broke into her life in the name of Chi Xiangxiang and disturbed her for three lifetimes!

The studio was brightly lit. In front of the huge canvas, his eyes were red. Yi Shuhan, who was in a daze, sketched the appearance of the person in his dream on the canvas, murmuring, "Wait for me."

The author has something to say: Sorry, there are too many things recently, and the body is really uncomfortable. This week, I spent the whole day to make up for it. Anyway, I will work hard, thank you cuties Never give up!