She's so bold

He Ying is a ghost, a dead ghost.

The ghosts who died violently all carried the last appearance before death, their faces were blurred, and their bodies were stained with residual blood, which could be recognized at a glance.

The little ghosts in front of the gate of the underworld all despised her as an ugly ghost.The ghosts who died during their lifetime must have poor quality, they are not willing to play with her.

He Ying looked at the blood-covered dress and was also a little dazed.Unexpected death?Look at your hands, you shouldn't be very old, so how did you die to make yourself so ugly.

She brushed off the blood on her body, it was stained on the soul and could not be removed.

He Ying also disliked herself a little bit.

No one played with her, she didn't remember who she was, and she didn't know where to go, so she had to squat by the gate of the underworld alone, holding the ground.

Sometimes little ghosts passing by would watch her playful and would pull her hair and clothes.In the boring hell, only these little ghosts can play with her. She is happy to be teased by them and doesn't feel sad.

The little ghosts asked her: "How did you die, you made such a ghost."

The kid next to him quickly interrupted: "We ghosts don't look like this."

Although they are all ghosts, this group of little ghosts are much prettier than her.Bai Shengsheng is tender and tender, and some of them are wearing gold silk jackets. They are rich ghosts among ghosts.

Some of them have died, some have died unfortunately, and some can't remember how they died, and they have been ghosts for many years.

He Ying didn't know how she died, so she couldn't answer them, she just shook her head.

The little ghosts surrounded her to guess one by one.

"Did he die in a car accident?"

He Ying shook her head.

"Is that jumping off a building?"

He Ying still shook his head.

"Could it be that you committed suicide?"

He Ying paused, then shook his head again.

The little devils were anxious: "This is neither that nor that, how did you die?"

He Ying said slowly: "I don't remember anything, so I don't know how I died."

The little devils were extremely surprised: "You don't even know who you are?"

He Ying nodded and said, "I don't know."

"My God, this is not only a dead ghost, an ugly ghost, but also a fool!"

The little ghosts laughed hehehehe, making fun of He Ying.

Only He Ying couldn't laugh.

When she died, she died, and she didn't care why she died.It's all ghosts, what else is there to care about.She was just worried that because the ghost did not remember her identity, she would not be able to reincarnate in the next life, and would be a lonely ghost for the rest of her life.

She didn't know, and no one told her, so she continued to squat on the ground and draw circles amidst the laughter of the little devils.

On March [-]rd, the gate of ghosts opens, and ghosts enter and exit the underworld.He Ying finally stood up from the corner and followed the ghost flow into the gate of the underworld.

The other little ghosts went in smoothly, only she was stopped by the bull's head and horse face.

"Why can all those ghosts enter, but I can't?" He Ying asked, pointing to the ghosts who had passed away in front of her.

Niutou said indifferently: "You still have the smell of the world on your body, you are not clean, and you cannot enter the underworld."

He Ying was very sad, she drooped her head and walked back to the corner where she usually squatted in frustration, squatting down slowly, clasping her fingers on the ground one after another.

She squatted there, watching the other little ghosts happily rushing to the underworld to reincarnate, while she herself could only squat in the corner and draw circles.

It's not clean to be a ghost!

Suddenly, He Ying felt a sense of grievance in her heart, and the tears burst down.But she is a dead ghost, and ghosts don't have tears, and there are only drops of blood flowing out of her eyes, which are mixed on the ground of the underworld.

"How come even the tears are dirty."

He Ying looked at the blood and tears mixed with the soil, feeling aggrieved and sad.

"Oh, this little place of mine has been dirty by you, little girl."

The sound came from the ground, and He Ying looked around, only to hear a "bang", a monk with a fat head and big ears and a string of big beads hanging around his neck came out from the ground, and stood in front of He Ying.

"The little girl can really cry." The monk moved his fat body with a smile, and squatted down next to He Ying with difficulty, "Hey, the little girl looks young, no wonder the soul is so dirty."

"What do you mean?" He Ying asked him ignorantly.

The monk said, "You must be very sad when you pass away at such a young age."

"Sad?" He Ying murmured, "Will someone really be sad for me?"

She felt that she became the ugliest dead ghost in the underworld because someone didn't like her.

The monk kindly smiled and said: "Of course, your soul is not clean, that is, you have too many relatives' tears on your body after death. Tears are the dirtiest things in the world. If you have hatred, resentment and anger, you take your relatives with you. Tears, of course, cannot enter the underworld, and cannot be reincarnated."

He Ying listened for a long time, then said indifferently.There was no expression on her bloodied face, but the monk was no one else, and he could see the sorrow and sigh in her soul at a glance.

"Are you sad that they delayed your reincarnation?" the monk asked.

He Ying shook her head, her rustling voice was full of sadness: "I just think they are so sad because of me, but I have completely forgotten about them. Not only am I an ugly ghost, I must also be a selfish ghost."

The monk smiled, and fiddled with the large beads around his neck with his fingers.

"Do you want to see them?" the monk asked.

He Ying raised her head in surprise, and another drop of blood and tears would come out of her eye sockets as she shook.

She looked at the monk expectantly: "Can I still see them?"

"Of course," said the monk, "but you have to exchange something."

After speaking, the monk revealed his real body.It was originally the Great Wish Bodhisattva in the underworld, and was honored as the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

He Ying was happy, and almost jumped up from the ground, but after a while, she lowered her head in despair.

"What's the matter? Don't want to go?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva asked.

"I want to go." He Ying lowered her head, pinching the soil with her fingers helplessly, "But I don't have anything. If I don't have anything for you, I won't be able to see them."

While speaking, He Ying's voice was choked with sobs, and she really wanted to shed tears again in the next second.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hurriedly stopped him: "Well, just give me the tears of your loved ones."

"Who do you want to see?" Earth Store King Bodhisattva asked her.

He Ying blurted out: "Go to the person I love the most."

It is not easy for her to go back to the world, she wants to meet the person she loves the most.

"Row."

Bodhisattva nodded.

"Wait!" He Ying suddenly stopped the Bodhisattva.

She can no longer be a selfish ghost. People who love her deeply have left so many tears on her because she is so sad. She should go and see her.

"Let's go to the person who loves me the most." He Ying changed her words.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned the huge prayer beads in his hand and asked her, "Have you thought about it?"

He Ying nodded.

The Bodhisattva put his hand on the center of He Ying's eyebrows, and condensed three drops of sad tears from his loved ones.He Ying didn't see it clearly, and he was put into the prayer beads in an instant.

The Buddha beads suddenly lit up, and the golden light flashed brightly, illuminating the dark underworld.

He Ying covered her eyes with her hands, and in a blur of consciousness, she heard the noisy voices of many little ghosts in her ears:

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has done good deeds again."

"The deadly ghost is so pretty."

"Where is this dead ghost going?"

With a whistling sound in his ears, He Ying opened his eyes again, and came into a blood-red black hole.

The cave was pitch black, He Ying didn't know where she was, and looked around in confusion.

Suddenly she heard someone calling her.

"Aying"

"Aying"

She didn't remember her last name, but she heard the voice very familiar in her ears, and her soul could even sense the name, and she drifted towards the shout involuntarily.

She didn't know how long she drifted along with the sound, but she saw a bright light in front of her.

At the end of the light stood two girls, one with shoulder-length short hair and the other with long straight hair, standing side by side, leaning against the tree trunk together.

The girl with short hair turned her head slightly to look at the girl with long straight hair, with a gentle smile on her face.

He Ying involuntarily approached slowly, she liked the atmosphere of the two girls, warm, sunny and clean, which was what she yearned for as a ghost.

Getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, involuntarily.

As if a gust of wind had blown by, He Ying, who had become light after losing the tears of her loved ones, suddenly floated onto the body of the girl with long straight hair, and then burrowed into it.

Before she got used to her body, she heard the girl with short hair calling her softly.

"Aying."

She answered uncontrollably: "Yes."

In an instant, she felt the tremor of the vocal cords in her throat and the light breathing between her nostrils.This should have returned to her body, she thought.

If this is herself, then the person in front of her must be the one who loves her the most.

She turned her head to look at the short-haired girl next to her.

It's so beautiful.

Sunshine drew a layer of golden borders for her short hair, her small face was only the size of a palm, and her big eyes were very pleasing, looking at her slyly.

She heard the short-haired girl ask, "Want to make a bet?"

"What do you want to bet?" she heard herself say.

"I, Xie Ranran, will bet on whether you are Lily." The short-haired girl raised her eyebrows, seeming quite confident.

It turned out that her name was Xie Ranran.

He Ying originally wanted to open her mouth to say this, but she couldn't control it at all, so she had to let her body speak mechanically: "I've never seen you chasing people so straightforwardly."

It turned out that she was chasing herself.

Xie Ranran rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly: "As an adult, be straightforward."

"Okay, I'll bet with you." He Ying also laughed, with two dimples on the corners of her mouth, "What kind of bet is it? What happens if you lose, and what happens if you win?"

Xie Ranran was not leaning against the tree, got up and walked to her, and faced her face to face.

"If I win, you will be with me and be my girlfriend. If I lose, I will be with you and be your girlfriend."

He Ying smiled again, the corners of her mouth were grinning, her dimples were full, and the sun was not as dazzling as her.

She said, "It's up to you to win or lose."

Xie Ranran also smiled, she put both hands on the tree trunk next to He Ying, trapping her in her arms, for fear that she would not want to gamble away.

"Then do you gamble?" Xie Ranran asked.

"Gamble."

Xie Ranran's heart stopped for a second, and then began to beat violently. She didn't exercise, and she was panting.

She asked He Ying in a low voice: "Ah Ying, who won?"

There is no need to gamble about sexuality, Xie Ranran knew it well, and the moment He Ying said gamble, the answer was self-evident.

But He Ying was still arrogant, she raised her chin: "Of course I won."

"Hahahaha." Xie Ranran supported the tree trunk and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, which frightened He Ying.

He Ying hurriedly reached out to help her, and when her fingertips touched Xie Ranran's warm skin, she felt as if her soul had been scalded.

But the ghost Ah Ying couldn't escape, so He Ying was allowed to help Xie Ranran, and then Xie Ranran took advantage of his unpreparedness, pressed the back of his head, and kissed him thoroughly.

He Ying was disturbed by the meal and became dizzy.

Xie Ranran whispered softly while breathing suddenly in his ear:

"I love you so much, Ah Ying."

In the blink of an eye, the ghost Ah Ying remembered everything.This scene was the day when she and Xie Ranran made their first bet and made love.

She opened her eyes wide and subconsciously hugged Xie Ranran tightly with her fingers.

She is He Ying, the person she loves the most and the person who loves her the most are the people in front of her eyes.

She fell from the building to her death. Her mother accidentally pushed her that night, causing her to fall accidentally, and happened to fall in front of the person she loved the most.

The one who had promised to live together forever, blamed her for leaving first, and left so tragically.

But she didn't do it on purpose, and she didn't break her promise, it's just that God wants to accept her.

The ghost Ah Ying rolled down two lines of tears through her own body.

"Ran Ran. Ah Ying also loves you very much." She didn't say this at the time, so now she can't say it in her dream either.

Xie Ranran couldn't hear this confession from the depths of his soul.

Tears fell from the eyes, and the ghost Aying floated out of He Ying's body. There was no time to say goodbye, and she watched herself drifting farther and farther uncontrollably.

"slowly!"

"slowly!"

When he opened his eyes again, He Ying returned to the underworld.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was still squatting in her corner waiting for her, surrounded by a group of little ghosts who had always bullied her before.

When the little ghosts saw her coming back, they scrambled forward to look at her and circled around her.

"Desperate ghost, you are so good-looking."

"Death ghost, the Bodhisattva said you went to see your relatives, how is it?"

"Do they remember you?"

The little ghosts chirped and yelled, but He Ying didn't answer anyone.

She squatted on the side of the road, hugged her knees, and buried her head in tears.

The cry was loud and loud, not a cry of deep resentment, nor a cry of deep hatred, but a cry that was gentle, full of longing, and filled with infinite grievances.

As soon as the death ghost cried, all the other little ghosts in the underworld wailed endlessly.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sighed, and patted He Ying on the head: "Silly boy, don't cry, the tears of ghosts are precious, and what comes out of crying is anger."

He Yingman cried: "So what?"

"You don't want to be reincarnated?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva asked.

He Ying shook her head, she didn't want to, she is not Aying, the dead ghost now, she is Xie Ranran's dead wife He Ying, she just wants to be with Xie Ranran, not reincarnated.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva heard what was going on in her heart, and persuaded her, "Follow what you think in your heart, and the world of ghosts and monsters can't limit you."

He Ying, who was crying, raised her head and stared at the Bodhisattva with tears in her eyes: "I hope the Bodhisattva will give me advice."

The Bodhisattva didn't say much, just waved his hands forward and said, "Go."

Following the guidance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, He Ying fled to the human world through a light hole at the end of the road leading to the underworld.

It was still early morning in the world, and it happened that there was no sunshine, but she was floating on the street unscrupulously, no one could see her, and she slowly floated to Xie Ranran's house based on her memory.

She thought that He Ying was still asleep, carefully lying on the window and looking in, not daring to act rashly, it would make her forget that she was a ghost.When he was rampaging unscrupulously on the street just now, it is completely different from what it is now.

He Ying was afraid of waking Xie Ranran up, but Xie Ranran had woken up early, she dragged her body and went to the bathroom to wash with her arms.She stared at Xie Ranran's ghostly back, feeling that she was more like a ghost than herself.

Ghost~

At this moment, He Ying finally remembered the fact that she was already a ghost, so she hurried in through the wall and followed Xie Ranran all the way to the bathroom.

Xie Ranran was brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, with sunken eye sockets and no energy.

He Ying looked at Xie Ranran in the mirror, feeling very distressed. She could imagine how sad Ran Ran must be.I'm afraid that those tears from relatives who are full of obsession on my body are all slowly flowing on her body.

She opened her mouth and tried to call softly: "Ran Ran."

There was no sound, she had been standing in front of the mirror for a long time, and Xie Ranran couldn't see her either.

"hiss."

She heard Xie Ranran's soft cry, and hurriedly came back to her senses, and saw that Xie Ranran's hand accidentally knocked somewhere just now, and there was a long cut in the fingertips.

She hurt even looking at it, but Xie Ranran didn't seem to care at all, except for the initial whimper, she ignored the wound, as if she didn't pay attention to it at all.

He Ying was so distressed that she directly attached herself to blow Xie Ranran's wound on her finger.

The ghost's air was cloudy, and it was even chilly when it was blown on the wound. Xie Ranran just shrank her fingertips slightly, as if there was no other reaction.

Like a puppet without a soul.

He Ying became sad, Xie Ranran used to love her hands the most.

I still remember that after the two of them got together, they argued about who was the husband and who was the wife.

At that time, Xie Ranran hugged her and said, "I am the husband, and you are the wife."

"Why?" He Ying was unhappy, struggling in her arms.

Xie Ranran smiled and replied, "Of course it's because I'm a screenwriter."

He Ying frowned, thinking she didn't understand, and asked, "Is this based on occupation?"

"Hahaha", Xie Ranran couldn't help laughing, and nodded suddenly.

He Ying didn't know why, so she asked her, "Why are you laughing?"

Xie Ranran shook her head, smiled for a long time, and then asked her: "Do you know why they are classified by occupation?"

He Ying really believed it, and what Xie Ranran said she believed in on weekdays, she shook her head: "I don't know."

"Because, the hand speed of code words is fast."

Xie Ranran teased her again, and stretched out his knuckle fingers, shaking them in front of her eyes.

He Ying blushed all of a sudden, pushed and scolded her for being immodest.But Xie Ranran was cute, but the more he was funny, the happier he was, and he pulled people into his arms: "Anyone who is not lustful in front of his wife is a hypocrite."

It was also from then on that Xie Ranran began to take care of her hands.What kind of hand mask, hand cream, etc., are very refined.Wherever he went, he was careful not to bump his hands, for fear of leaving scars.

But she is a screenwriter, code words are essential, He Ying also bought her a box of finger cots to protect her hands from calluses.

He Ying glanced at the computer table where the computer was placed, fingertips were thrown one after another, obviously its owner hadn't noticed its existence for a long time.

With a "click", Xie Ranran put on her shoes, closed the door and went out.

He Ying hurriedly followed, she didn't know where Xie Ranran was going, so she walked behind her without saying a word.Walking around to a flower shop, the boss seemed to know Xie Ranran very well. When he saw her, he greeted her warmly and handed over a handful of the freshest baby's breath.

That is her favorite flower, where is Xie Ranran going to take her favorite flower?To whom?Have a new love?

He Ying brought it up in one breath, and was almost pouted by herself.

From the flower shop, he turned around again and again, until he came to the front, He Ying realized that it turned out to be his own graveyard.

That bunch of stars is for myself.

With a "plop", Xie Ranran suddenly knelt down on his knees.

"Aying." Xie Ranran knelt on the ground, looking at He Ying's photo on the tombstone, her voice choked up, "Aying, please forgive me, I beg you to come and see me in your dreams, okay? .”

"I'm alone... I can't hold on alone."

He Ying, who was squatting beside her, reached out her hand to touch this thin face, but her hand directly passed through Xie Ranran's body.

He Ying withdrew her hand sadly, suddenly a feeling of being evaporated came from her body, and when she looked up, the sun gradually emerged.

She has to go, but she doesn't want to go, she wants to be with Ran Ran.

As the sun rises, the ghosts gradually disperse.