Chen Xiaojian found a place to park his car, there were cars on the bridge, and he couldn't park casually. If you want to walk on the bridge, you have to find a place to park your car first.

After getting out of the car, Chen Xiaojian took out the coffee that was placed in the cup tray of the car. The coffee in the convenience store can only be settled, although Chen Xiaojian can't say whether the coffee is good or bad, but the taste can still be tasted.

After taking a sip, Chen Xiaojian frowned, well, how to say it, at least it is much better than the instant one.

Think about your former self, Nestlé's instant can also drink the taste of Jamaica's Blue Mountain. Now this kind of ordinary coffee beans are brewed, and they actually feel that they can't be eaten.

It's all the corrosion of capital, how did I become like this when I am such a good young man.

Shaking his head, it's a little worse, but not to the point where it's completely unacceptable. With a cup of warm coffee in his hand, Chen Xiaojian walked onto the Han River Bridge.

There are actually many bridges on the Han River, but there is only one called the Han River Bridge. With a total length of more than 600 meters, many citizens used to like to come to this place for a walk, but later fewer and fewer people came here for a walk.

The increasing pressure of living in South HC has led to an increasing rate of suicide in South Korea. And I don't know what everyone thinks, many people choose to jump into the Han River Bridge.

This also gives the Hangang Bridge a mysterious color, and in order to prevent similar accidents from happening, slogans such as "cherish life" are also hung on the railings of the bridge due to social pressure. It's a mouthless thing to think about.

It is said that there is a police station at each end of the bridge, and if someone calls the police and says that someone has jumped into the river, they can be called as soon as possible.

With this background, it is not difficult to understand why fewer and fewer people are willing to take a walk on the Han River Bridge now.

The reason is simple, although it is South Korea, it is culturally influenced by China. Many ghost legends can be regarded as coming from the same system, and it is inevitable that the psychological effect will be cold, and you will feel cold when you walk on the bridge.

Chen Xiaojian walked on the bridge, and it was indeed a little cold. It's summer, but at night, the temperature isn't very high.

On the Han River Bridge, the rushing Han River is below, and the river breeze blows in the night breeze, and the rumbling sound of the river rushing below.

Chen Xiaojian leaned on the railing and walked forward, his steps were not big, and he looked at the river in the distance as he walked.

It was already dark, and although there were lights on the bridge, where could you still see the river in the distance?

When he walked into the middle of the bridge, Chen Xiaojian threw the unfinished coffee cup into the trash. It's completely cold, and the entrance is all sour.

He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it with a "click" of the lighter, and lit it with his head down.

Chen Xiaojian took a deep breath, then spit it out. After walking for so long, this puff of cigarette seemed to spit out Chen Xiaojian's slightly lost thoughts before.

As soon as the smoke was spit out, a faint river breeze blew through it, blowing away the smoke as if it had never been.

The river wind blew on the cigarette butts, and the sparks were burned red by the wind.

The cigarette was not finished, Chen Xiaojian just wanted to vomit out the depression in his chest, and now he is much better. Flick the remaining half of the cigarette down with your fingers, and I don't know where it was blown by the wind.

Chen Xiaojian closed his eyes and stretched, and then shouted "Ah......" at the river.

After shouting, Chen Xiaojian took a deep breath, he was almost deprived of oxygen just now, this method is really good.

Just when Chen Xiaojian was about to sigh, suddenly an ethereal "ah......" came over. Chen Xiaojian paused, blinked, and looked at the river.

Is this how the teacher taught it in physics class?

Thinking about it, Chen Xiaojian took a step forward, stretched out his hand to hold the railing, and leaned forward a little, as if he could see more clearly.

It was pitch black, and there was nothing.

At this time, another ethereal "ah ......" suddenly came, Chen Xiaojian was startled after hearing it, and took two steps back in a panic.

Looking around, the dim street lamps stretched the shadows long. Between the lights and shadows, there is a feeling of ghost swaying.

Thinking about the legends about those jumping rivers on the Han River Bridge, Chen Xiaojian felt that a yin wind was blowing from behind him, and a cool air rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the hairs on his back rose suddenly.

"Cough", Chen Xiaojian felt that his hands were shaking a little, coughed lightly, and said: "What, I didn't mean to, I didn't do anything, I was just passing by." ”

"Why do you want to ...... me like this" After Chen Xiaojian finished speaking, the ethereal voice came again.

Hearing the reply, Chen Xiaojian's legs were weak and he almost knelt. Hold on to the railing with one hand and hold on to it to keep yourself from falling.

"Don't get me wrong, I really didn't do anything, and you can't blame me for that. I don't know anything, we haven't met face to face, so it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Why, why is everyone like this. Or should I really not have taken this path, am I being naïve?"

"No, no, no, I don't blame you, it's those people who have no eyes and can't find the good in you. ”

"I'm just trying to hold on to my dreams, is that also wrong?"

"How can it be wrong to stick to your dreams, haven't you heard of a saying? What is the difference between people without dreams and salted fish? After finishing speaking, Chen Xiaojian regretted it a little, this is no longer a human being.

"But now I can't hold on anymore. The voice was still so ethereal, but there was still a hint of crying in it.

"It's okay, if you can't hold on, you'll go to reincarnation. There's nothing you really can't let go, so let's work hard in the next life. ”

"Singing is my dream, and after all these years, I'm going to give up. I couldn't hold on anymore. ......"This time I didn't just cry, I really cried in the end."

Chen Xiaojian didn't know what to say this time, coaxing ghosts? And these words also made Chen Xiaojian completely unable to go down, what is this.

Do you say you can't reincarnate well?

Chen Xiaojian's mind was spinning rapidly, and his face was covered with sweat. Sweat droplets slid down his cheeks and dripped on the ground, but Chen Xiaojian didn't care about these anymore.

Before Chen Xiaojian could think of what to say, he saw a slender figure walking over. Holding a bag in one hand and rubbing his eyes in the other.

As the figure got closer and closer, the cry that had been ethereal just now became clear. Chen Xiaojian looked at the woman who came over, and immediately understood.

Where is the ghost in that voice just now, it's obviously the slender girl in front of you.