Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Qingming Festival is coming soon.

When he prepared the sacrifice for his wife, he was sad and sad about the old things.

The whereabouts of my wife after her death have always been a mystery in my mind.

People say that if you live to see people, you must die to see ghosts, but after my wife died unexpectedly due to surgery, there was no news of her in the yang world, no dreams, no people to talk, and the underworld didn't even know her whereabouts, which was too abnormal.

His wife is a secondary school teacher, not only knowledgeable, but also a very virtuous person.

Before my daughter was born, she was meticulous in teaching and preparing for classes, and took care of my life in the same order. After the birth of my daughter, she was more like a wind-up spring, which seemed to have endless strength, inside and out, careful and thoughtful, so that in addition to going to work, I accompanied her and my daughter when I went home, a bit like an idler, like another child in the family.

Whenever I wanted to take the initiative to help my wife share some housework, she always said: Okay, don't make a mess for me, you go and play with your daughter, with the two of you by my side, I don't feel tired to do more work.

I think that's how my wife spoiled me and turned me into an imbecile, and when my wife suddenly left me and my daughter and died, it was like the sky was falling. In the face of the children's eating, drinking, and lazing, and in the face of the various cram schools outside the daily education of the children's school, I was at a loss for a while. Either I forgot that I should go to class tomorrow, or I forgot to renew the registration fee for another training class, or I often sent my daughter to class, and I was supposed to be in the Olympiad class here, but I was sent to the English class there, or I hurried to the class location after a traffic jam all the way, and found that the books or training materials I wanted to bring to class were not packed into my daughter's schoolbag when I went out.

"Dad, I miss my mom!"

Whenever this happens, her daughter will be so aggrieved that she will leave tears of sadness. At this time, the daughter cried and said that she missed her mother, and suddenly made herself feel that my father was too unqualified.

If it weren't for the sudden departure of my wife, I might not have realized that the person who left was so important and irreplaceable in my life and in my daughter's life when I died decades later.

When I feel a little helpless and occasionally complain that my wife has spoiled me with a lot of everything, I suddenly think of how many families have not caused family conflicts to arrive at an early age because of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, children's education, and housework, and finally the chickens and dogs jump?

My wife has just left, and whenever I am at a loss, I wish my wife was by my side, even if she didn't do anything, she couldn't do anything, she just needed to give me a guide, or a simple reminder, and I wouldn't be in a hurry.

But this is only an extravagant hope, an eternal extravagant hope.

I can't remember where I saw a sentence that said: Repentance is not knowing how to cherish, and the reason why I haven't learned to cherish it is that I have never been so unforgettable in my life.

I guess that's exactly what I'm in at this time.

Whenever I think of this, I can't help but think of the poem by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty to mourn his wife:

Tears but silent, only to the past regrets. Relying on Danqing's heavy provincial knowledge, Yingying, a sad heart can't be painted. Don't say anything, the midnight bird dreams and wakes up early. Qing woke up early in the morning and dreamed, even more, crying the wind and night rain bells.

In the dead of night, I often imagine that my wife could ask someone who was sick to talk to me about how she was doing and how she was doing.

But nothing like this ever happened.

Attachment is like a wild artemisia that grows more and more lush.

My trip to another world to find my wife was inspired by my childhood experiences.

I don't believe in those great fairy witches or anything like that.

I remember that before my eldest brother died of illness, my mother invited Daxian, which is similar to the Western psychic medium, to her home several times. Daisen made some bells and whistles, and then went to sleep, and after a while, I heard the voice of my father, who had died the year before, from the mouth of that Daisen.

My father said that he was alone over there and had no relatives to accompany him, and that my mother had several children with her, so he wanted to take my eldest brother over.

Under the operation of Dasen, I met my father's various requests, and my father agreed not to take my eldest brother away, but in the end, he was unable to save my eldest brother's life.

For this reason, my mother always thought that my father had killed my eldest brother, and whenever she was sad when she thought of my eldest brother, she scolded my father, a dead man, and said that when he was alive, he talked and did not do practical things, and he could not count on him for anything in the affairs of the family, and when he was old and got tuberculosis, he took my eldest brother away from her when he died.

The eldest brother was the pillar of the family at that time, and his departure hit me too the family, so I didn't believe in the Great Immortal Goddess from then on.

Later, I read a lot of novels about life and death, flesh and spirit, mysteries about life sciences at home and abroad, and plots in related movies and television, and I found that I also became incompatible.

In the second year of my wife's death, I missed my wife so much that I couldn't help myself, a long holiday, it should be the National Day, I asked the old family to contact Daxian in advance to make arrangements, and then took my daughter back, and I also wanted to try to follow the routine of the year, hoping to be able to say a few words to my wife.

The activities were all done secretly at night after my daughter fell asleep.

Daxian is no longer the original Daxian, and with a new person, the moves and elements of the spirit conjuring seem to have been integrated into some modern ingredients, such as the burned mobile phone and clothing style, which were all later.

But seeing that the blue tendons on Daxian's forehead burst out, his face was sweating, and his mouth was trembling, but he never spoke.

I nervously waited for Daisen to speak, hoping that I could hear my wife's voice from her mouth, just as I heard my dead father's voice from Daisen's mouth when I was a child.

"No, I tried my best, but I couldn't find her. ”

After a long time, Daxian finally opened his eyes and spoke, but what he said was not what I wanted to hear.

Full of hope, I thought that I would have the opportunity to say a few words to my wife's soul, and to know that my wife was hungry and cold over there, and finally returned in despair, and the depression in my heart was really indescribable.

I thought that there was a difference in the ability and level of the Great Immortals, so I asked my old family to help me privately inquire if there were any more advanced Great Immortals.

Later, I took the time to go back again, and asked another immortal who was said to be omnipotent dozens of miles away from my hometown to try several times, but I couldn't do it, and none of the souls who could summon my wife told me the slightest bit about my wife's presence in another world.

This made me make up my mind to go through all the painstaking painstaking efforts and beg the Dharma Master for help, secretly practice hard, and prepare to go down to find my wife's dead soul myself.

But that's what I'm doing now for nearly ten years after my wife died.