Moon turned on her phone.

Okay!"Didi... Didi .......", three text messages came in together, Lin Zijin's, Yunxiao's, Zhu Tiantian's, as if they had been discussed, and the content was the same: Who are you?

Looking at the text message, all kinds of tastes gathered in her heart: she was their friend, lover, the woman with the nickname Moon and the big name Mi Xiaoqi.

But she couldn't reply to the text message, did she have to tell them: she is back, turned into a female ghost, and wandered alone in the world?

She couldn't.

Not to mention whether they can accept the fact that ghosts really exist, just because female ghosts actually have mobile phones from living people and can send text messages, this alone is enough for them to suspect: someone must be doing something wrong, maybe it's a liar pretending to be a ghost.

The point is that the moon returned to the world invisibly as a female ghost this time, not to catch up with old friends and chat, she has her own tasks.

She decided to ignore the three men, believing that they were bored and would voluntarily give up the investigation.

Lin Zijin and Zhu Tiantian really didn't entangle anymore, but Yunxiao, they didn't mean to give up, and sent a text message to ask: Who are you? Why do you pretend to be a ghost again and again?

The moon didn't reply to the text message, and secretly sneered: Than patience, the chick has time, just ignore you.

However, Yunxiao was not as easy to pass as expected, and after a while, the text message came in again: Why do you know me and Lin Zijin? The only link between us is the moon, who are you?

At this moment, the moon recalled that she was too anxious just now, and actually recklessly sent two text messages to Yunxiao, once to save Lin Zijin, and once to save Yunxiao, such an act undoubtedly told Yunxiao that she knew both Lin Zijin and Yunxiao, such a person, in addition to her moon, only lemongrass.

The moon had to text back, but it was making up nonsense: "Please call me an angel." ”

After pressing the send button, she covered her mouth and secretly laughed, and couldn't help but applaud her intelligence: she is so talented, haha.......

DiDi .......

The text message continued stubbornly, and Yunxiao replied: Angel children's shoes, can you show up, let me see the beautiful face of the angel?

The moon suddenly felt that countless stars were lingering in front of her, and this guy was really difficult.

Cracking sound...... Resolutely reply to the text message: Angel, is it you a mortal who can see it if you want to?

Yunxiao on the other side received a reply, but he was happy, and quickly replied to the text message: I said angel children's shoes, you are quite characterful and temperamental!

After receiving the text message, the moon almost fainted, and this style was about to be converted into a flirtatious drama! Handsome guy, goodbye!

After sending the text message, he turned off his phone and no longer paid attention to whether Yunxiao replied to the text message.

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The moon was in a complicated mood, but she was conscious: she was going to Lin Zijin's house to look for treasures.

In a few moments, we arrived at our destination.

He was at home, but he was sitting on the balcony, alone in a daze.

She walked over and looked at the man's increasingly thin face, very distressed, but there was nothing she could do, and even touching it had become a luxury wish.

Lin Zijin held a cigarette in his hand, the red spark burned by himself, and a long piece of cigarette ash was about to fall, which he didn't notice.

Following his gaze, there was a row of verdant plants and a small thing crawling freely among the green leaves and flowers.

The sun shone on the balcony, lazily sprinkling the brilliance of the ground, the light and shadow of the white flowers, reflecting the vigorous vitality of plants and animals, but they had nothing to do with her anymore.

However, she can't forget that the stories about these plants and animals clearly carry her and his past, those indelible pasts and pasts.

I don't know if it's because she just became a ghost, but Moon feels that she loves memories more and more, and she can't help but ask herself: Is she old?

Some people say that when a person loves memories more and more, it means that her heart has grown old. And she only felt herself at this moment: people have died, and their hearts have grown old.

Thoughts drift into the distance.......

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In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed! Since the last time they spent his birthday with Lin Zijin, they have never been in touch, not even a phone call.

During this period, the moon went on a business trip, and just returned, still in the dark with the fatigue of traveling, and slept beautifully.

In the dimness, it seemed as if someone was knocking on the door, and she squinted and listened, and then disappeared again. I guess I misheard, and the thought flashed through my mind.

So sleepy, she closed her eyes, pulled the quilt, covered her head, and continued to sleep, and after a while, she fell asleep.

Knock knock knock......

The beauty was like music, a rhythmic knock on the door came, the moon rubbed her eyes, and she picked up her phone weakly and looked at it, it was only 7 o'clock in the morning.

Who bothered her so early?

Those who know her well know her temperament: she is a sleepy worm, and on weekends and holidays, she will sleep until three o'clock in the morning, and will not give up until she is no longer sleepy.

Moreover, she has a very heavy sense of getting up, and within ten minutes of getting up, she is like a little sleepy beast, with a dignified expression on her face in big red bold font: Do not approach, bear the consequences.

Leaning back, lying down with her head upside down, she decided to ignore the people outside the door: It's not that the sky is falling and who is about to die, as for being in such a hurry, can't you let people sleep well?

Helplessly, the person outside the door was in an extremely urgent mood, and one by one, she knocked tirelessly on the door, knocking on her unable to sleep, and even upset.

Well, she's throwing in the towel, she's going to see what kind of bastard she is, and she's going to get into trouble with herself so early?

The moon reluctantly lifted the quilt, got up slowly, and put on a coat.

Probably just woke up, her head was a little weak, she groped for the door in a daze, more instinctively, didn't think about anything.

When she opened the door and saw the person standing outside the door, a spirit instantly sobered up, as if she had just taken a shower, more sober than ever.

"Little Seven. Lin Zijin, who was standing outside the door, called softly, and his voice was soft, and it went straight into her heart.

At that moment, there was an instant trance, like the vicissitudes of another world, tears almost poured out, and she desperately pressed them back.

With a "bang", the moon slammed the door shut, so hurried that even the door was startled.

What's wrong with her?

She turned her back against the door, slowly closed her eyes, and the sadness in her heart rushed out, rushing straight up, about to drown her.

She admits that she was too impulsive just now, and she didn't have time to sort out her emotions in an unsuspecting situation, and those were just instinctive reactions.

She needed some time to calm down.

Only the moon herself knows that after celebrating her birthday together and on a business trip, her feelings for Lin Zijin are like the tide rising after continuous rain, which cannot be suppressed in her heart and spreads.

Her thoughts of him are like wheat seedlings in spring, nourished by the spring rain, thriving, wanton and crazy.

She was even more afraid that she would not be able to help but pounce over, hugged Lin Zijin, and told her lovesickness in his ear: Zijin, do you know how much I miss you?

She can't be so willful!