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Suddenly I wanted to let it go. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info just watch it as a pastime. I wrote it a long time ago when I was participating in a ghost story event in HJJ.,I accidentally turned it out today.,Let's let it go.。 Forgive me for being the two.

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I'll complain about it myself.,Anyway,How much I like first-person and eating.。

It's just a property of its own.

Ghost stories are alive

"Let's chirp" I smacked my mouth, this red bean osmanthus glutinous rice cake is still the authentic Ruixiang Zhai. Fragrant, soft, glutinous, and cottony, it has a long aftertaste in the mouth, and even the tongue is fragrant.

"Eat, eat, eat," the guy on the other side lowered his head and said in a sullen voice, "You are a glutton, you can't walk when you see the red bean osmanthus glutinous rice cake, go to the underworld and be careful that the king of Hades thinks you are greedy and cuts off your greedy tongue." ”

I gave the chattering man a blank look, then stuck out my tongue and spun around nimbly, licking the dim sum from the corner of my mouth into my mouth. smashed it, grabbed another piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's better to eat or not," the man still hung his head and said, "Eating a red bean osmanthus glutinous rice cake is like not eating dim sum in 800 years, and even the scum stuck to the corners of the mouth has to be eaten clean......

"Hmph, who told you not to buy it for me!" I muttered with a snack in my mouth and a puff of cheeks.

The man suddenly raised his head, looked at me blankly, and his head drooped again, "Yes, yes, I don't have any money, and I can't even buy you a red bean osmanthus glutinous rice cake, I am, I really ......" The man kept repeating those three words, grabbing the corners of his clothes and rubbing them for a while, and gradually clenched into fists.

"You're so stupid, it's like this every time. "The red bean osmanthus glutinous rice cake in my mouth became less delicious.

The man fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a pack of cigarettes, carefully opened them, took one, lit it, took a puff, and took another one and caught fire with the cigarette he had lit.

"Take a break with me. "He handed one over, but I didn't take it, and he didn't insist. Place the cigarette next to the snack saucer and puff it up to yourself.

The smoke flickered and burned, and the man spat out a smoke ring, which was round, getting bigger and bigger, and gradually thinning, and I watched the smoke ring gradually disperse.

The smoke was from Hard's, yes, I glanced at the man and snorted.

The man took a few more puffs, and did not extinguish the cigarette until it was hot to the short end. The cigarette butt was reluctant to throw it away, so he tore the cigarette butt, pulled a small piece of brown paper to wrap the snacks, tore the remaining bit of cigarette residue on it, wrapped it, and put it in his arms.

"Let's smoke one," the man looked at the cigarette burning silently on the side of the plate, and sniffed, "This pack of cigarettes is almost worth my food for two days, so you can take a puff." ”

I snorted and twisted my face to the side not to look at him. In these chaotic years, it is really not a good thing to have this hobby.

"Ahem," the man coughed twice, still chattering, "I wanted to quit this habit, but I thought that if I didn't even have this habit, then life would really be boring." The man rubbed his hands.

I didn't bother to speak, the plate of red bean osmanthus glutinous rice cake was also eaten by me, nothing **.

The man rubbed his face, sobbing without warning, and his shoulders shook with a sudden tremble, "Why did you leave alone and leave me alone to live in this damn world," the man buried his face in his palms and sobbed, "You are too ruthless, just leave me a ......"

I tapped the man on the shoulder, even though I knew he couldn't feel it. As a ghost, I have been wandering in this world for more than ten years, and this man will come to my grave once a month to cry, so that I can't go far, so I can only guard this little grave bag that doesn't even have a tombstone.

Every time a man makes an offering, it is a red bean and osmanthus glutinous rice cake, which is something that I am thinking about when I am dying. It's a little ridiculous to think about it, I didn't eat a bite before I died, but I ate it every month when I died.

I still remember when I was dying, the man left me and ran out, and then came back, carrying two catties of red bean glutinous rice osmanthus cake in his hand, sweat wet the rags, and even the brown paper wrapped in snacks was soaked with sweat because of the sweat in his arms.

When I was dying, I couldn't even eat a snack in my mouth, and I guess no one was more miserable than me.

This man tried in vain to open my mouth and stuff snacks into it, where would the dead still be manipulated like this, naturally his teeth were clenched and he did not move. I could only float in the air, watching, watching the man put his arms around me and crying.

I vaguely remember that this guy stretched out his hand when I was chased and beaten by a child who was also a beggar when I was begging for food along the street, and he said, I will cover this kid in the future. At that time, he was just a little beggar's head, and he became the head by virtue of his strong physique.

As a result, it was covered like this for ten years, and I got used to it. Eat and live together, mix together. I thought maybe this would be the case for the rest of my life.

In the chaotic years, it is a luxury to be able to survive and live. What's more, it is even more rare to have someone to accompany you. I remembered the guy saying to me, "If only you were a girl." I bought two catties of red bean osmanthus glutinous rice cake for you as a dowry, and married you directly into the door. ”

At that time, I stiffened my neck, "I buy a pack of cigarettes as a dowry, I don't dislike you as a boy or a girl." ”

The guy actually came up with a dead face, "Two packs will be sold, and it has to be Hadman's." ”

Later, later, anyway, he didn't buy two catties of red bean osmanthus glutinous rice cakes, and I didn't have the money to buy two packs of Hademen, so that's it. It's going to be a good day, isn't it?

It was not easy to earn some money in those years, and if you can fill your stomach with money earned in one day, you should be grateful that God has opened your eyes today. As I carried the money that I had pulled out between my teeth, I thought I would have enough to buy two packs of Hademen, two red candles, and maybe two taels of soju. Just thinking about it is enough to make me too beautiful to find the north.

I used to wonder if those guys would wait until I finished buying something and then stab me, and I wouldn't be so resentful. But when I think about it, it doesn't make sense, those guys are just thinking about my money to marry a daughter-in-law. In these chaotic years, filling the stomach is a matter bigger than the sky.

When the guy saw me, I was already walking on one leg towards Huangquan Road. I shuddered and said that I wanted to eat red bean and osmanthus glutinous rice cakes, and I wouldn't give up if I couldn't eat them.

Later, the guy would come to see me every month, and he would bring red bean and osmanthus glutinous rice cakes.

The man's sobbing finally stopped, slowly moved over, and put his body on the grave bag in big letters, "Dead ghost, sleep with you for a while, it's very lonely to lie in it alone." ”

I turned my head to the side and didn't look at the guy's face. I always thought that my life would be very long, so long that I could always wait until that day.

"Dead ghost, I'll come back to see you next month. The man got up and patted the dirt off his body.

The man walked away slowly, humming an out-of-tune tune, "...... Even if you and I have agreed for a hundred years. Which ninety-seven years old died, but wait three years on the bridge, wait three years......"

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In fact, there is a sequel, so let's put it away.

Ghost Tales of the Past (Outside the Life)

It's only July, and this day is like a tear hole, and the rain is pouring down, and it hasn't sunny. It seems that God wants to lose his temper too.

That guy probably won't come. I thought sullenly.

It's another decade.

In ten years, it will take more than 3,600 days to count on your fingers.

For more than 3,600 days, the grass on this grave turned green and yellow, and yellow and green.

From afar, I saw the guy walking slowly. It's more accurate to move than to walk.

The guy staggered in the rain with a broken umbrella.

Since it's raining, don't come. I muffled.

"Dead ghost, I'm coming to see you again," the guy slammed his broken umbrella into the ground and sat down coughing. Carefully took out the package in his arms. The package was thickly wrapped in several layers of brown paper, and the guy shook his hands and unfolded it layer by layer, first took out a small porcelain dish that was missing, and then carefully placed a few pieces of red bean and osmanthus glutinous rice cakes that had changed their appearance on it, and placed the dim sum in front of the grave.

"Don't be disgusted, dead ghost," the man coughed, "I didn't expect it to rain so much, but fortunately I didn't get wet." If you get wet, you guess the smell will change. ”

I looked at the plate of dim sum and didn't move.

The man shrunk his feet, the umbrella was broken and small, and it didn't work much, "Maybe I won't be able to come to see you next month." The man sighed.

It's been about a year since this phrase became his new mantra.

He was supposed to be in the prime of life, but a few years ago he contracted tuberculosis, and his skinny body was about to lose his human form.

The man fumbled in his pocket for a long time, took out a cigarette, and struck it with a fire sickle for a long time, but could not light it. The cigarette that rolled itself had long been soaked in rain and could not be lit at all.

The man put the cigarette on the missing saucer and sighed, "I want you to smoke another cigarette with me, you see you can't even light a cigarette......" Before he finished speaking, the man coughed violently again.

"Ahem, don't smoke it. "I pressed the man on his back.

"I think, if I die here, do you think that there will be a good Samaritan who can bury me here," the man leaned against the grave bag, straightened his legs, and let the rain hit his legs directly, "I am really afraid sometimes, if I die somewhere else, then how will I find you in the future?" The man closed his eyes, "You see that you have been dead for so long, and you have never come back to look for me." It's better to be here, buried together, and it's close. ”

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

Well, I can't put down more than 3,000 words, and there are a lot of them, so I can only release them next time I let myself go.

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