On the day of Guimei's May Seventh, when Xinya and I went to burn paper for her, we deliberately mentioned some things before Guimei cut her wrists, and said: "Xinya, what kind of person do you say Guimei is, you all think I'm dead in the hospital and are ready to do something for me, but why is Guimei so sure that I am not dead, and I still make a big fuss in the hospital?"

"yes, I think it's strange too, and why did she knock on the door early in the morning on the day of your accident, did she know something or have a premonition?"

I saw that Xinya had already taken my train of thought, and struck while the iron was hot: "Not only that, do you remember, didn't the camera at the door record her pushing and shoving with me once? If I am sleepwalking, then what is Guimei doing at my door in the middle of the night?"

"Alas!" Xinya sighed: "I can't tell, this child must have unspeakable pain in his heart, otherwise how could such a good youth commit suicide!"

This kid?

Physiologically, Xinya is only a few years older than Guimei.

"Have you thought about it," I pretended to wake up suddenly, "Could Gui Mei not be human at all?"

Xinya glared at me: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not a human being or a ghost?"

"It's really possible, you think about the inexplicable car accident when we first met Guimei, who we have always known very little about. Isn't there really such a thing as borrowing a corpse to resurrect a soul? Hasn't the case of Zhu Xiuhua in Fujian, which has been widely circulated for decades, always been a classic and legend in this regard?"

Xinya's body trembled slightly, and she didn't look particularly surprised: "Now there are such stories everywhere in novels and stories on the Internet, as well as movies and TV series. However, people don't call it borrowing corpses to resurrect souls, but rebirth. It's all made up, right?"

"There will certainly be exaggerated elements in novels and stories, but not necessarily all of them, right?"

Xinya was silent.

A few days later, Xinya came to my office with a USB flash drive: "Look at this, it is full of stories of reincarnation. ”

"yes, where did you get it? Looks like you've put a lot of effort into researching. I looked at Xinya with appreciative eyes and smiled, and asked knowingly.

Of course, I don't need to read these stories of reincarnation, there are enough vivid examples around me.

That night, I couldn't sleep in bed, knowing that Xinya was the wife I was looking for in my previous life but couldn't recognize each other immediately, and I felt very uncomfortable, especially when I learned this secret, my body also became more and more eager to have Xinya.

"Xinya, I have a bad feeling that I will most likely sleepwalk tonight. "I sent a message to Xinya.

The wife is not a person who often jokes, and she can easily fall into it by digging a pit, and Xinya is naturally the same.

A few seconds after the message was sent, Xinya's call came in: "How come, how do you know that you might sleepwalk tonight?"

From the phone, I could clearly feel Xinya's anxiety and worry.

"What are you doing? What is this sound?" Xinya said on the other end of the phone.

"Didn't do anything. It was a few seconds before Xinya spoke, and by this time I could already hear Xinya going up the stairs.

I was a little excited, my heart was pounding.

But footsteps told me that Xinya had entered the study next door.

"It should be fine, you can sleep well. Reinforced door locks and windows I checked. Xinya spoke again on the other end of the phone, and I could hear Xinya coming downstairs.

I swished barefoot to the bed, opened the door, and saw only the corner of Xinya's pink nightdress.

"Do you have handcuffs?" I asked over the phone.

The other end of the phone was silent at first, and then Xinya's disapproving voice: "Where do I go to find handcuffs in the middle of the night, and besides, handcuffs are not just available to ordinary people." ”

"Then what if I sleepwalk tonight? Can you take my hand and sleep?" After all, I didn't pierce this secret, I don't know how Xinya reacted, and when the words came out, I was really unsteady and panicked.

Xinya didn't speak, and hung up the phone.

Disappointment, I threw my phone on the bedside table and covered my head under the quilt in an effort to keep myself out of reverie. The effect of this is counterproductive, the more I don't let myself think about it, the more the scene of lingering with my wife in the past dances in my mind, provoking my will, and the body of my wife in my mind slowly turns into a graceful ......

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound was so soft and discontinuous that I wondered if it was a knock on the door.

I listened and waited for the next "knock" to confirm my judgment.

"Knock!

That's right, it's a knock on the door!

Of course, it's a snicker, and there can be no one else at this time.

Xinya stood at the door of the room, shy, did not speak, and was wearing the pink nightdress.

"I'm sorry to affect your sleep. When I said that, I couldn't help but scold myself in my heart for being "two enough".

The last time Xinya played "crossing" in my room, and when she was confused to go to my bed, she was scared away by my loud screaming in a hurry, and she never entered my bedroom on the second floor at night. But at that time, all I knew was that she was Xinya who had nothing to do with his dead wife.

Like last time, Xinya looked around as if she had entered a completely unfamiliar place, touching here and there. At this time, I hope that she will enter the state as soon as possible and take on the role of wife.

Yes, can Xinya not be familiar with it, all this was originally the place where she lived in her previous life, and those things on the dresser still retain their original appearance. How could such a familiar scene not make her confused, and it was difficult to distinguish between the past and the present.

Sure enough, Xinya's expression quickly became in a trance, and finally sat down in front of the dresser and became distracted, just like last time.

To be honest, once I was relieved of my mental baggage, I found myself in the midst of my physical instincts.

I restrained myself from disturbing her, and let Xinya continue to dig into the memories of her past life, hoping that she would be able to distinguish the real Xinya from the consciousness of her previous life.

......

I want to carry the memories of this life with me

Find you in reincarnation

Hold you forever and not (again) separate

Thinking of you makes my heart flutter

Smashed and choked his throat

Waved his hand and knocked over Meng Po's bowl

Fell to the ground and shattered in half

Meng Po, she will be merciful to me

Don't let my soul fly in the wind

My love surrounds you

Snuggle up to each other in the afterlife

Thinking of you makes my heart flutter

Smashed and choked his throat

Waved his hand and knocked over Meng Po's bowl

Fell to the ground and shattered in half

How can I forget to linger with you

How can you discard the shackles that bind you

Just to be able to get back that red thread

Continue the relationship

......

Xinya actually hummed Wei Jiayi's "Meng Po's Bowl" in a low voice.

Now I suddenly understand why Xinya kept holding Wei Jiayi's song and listening to it over and over again.

Emotionally and physically, I was having a hard time controlling myself at this point.

"What do you think, go to sleep. After Xinya snorted, I crept up behind Xinya, pressed against her back, and stroked her with both hands from Xinya's neck.

Xinya raised her head meekly and brought her lips to the most convenient position for me, and my hands moved impatiently downstream, and as I took a bite of Xinya's soft lips......