"Mother." I fell to my knees in front of my mother's grave with a thud, tears streaming down my face. I clutched at the grave with all my strength until my fingernails were bloody.

"Mother, why? What is this qiē for? Why did everyone who was good to me leave me? Am I really the Lone Star? Am I really a broom star? I kept asking, but no voice answered me. I cried bitterly, except for my crying, it was so quiet all around. Until you cry until you are tired, until there are no more tears.

As night fell, I stroked the small dirt bag on the left side of my mother's grave. Gently lay up. "Wolf, I miss you, I miss you so much, I miss you every bit of my life. Thinking about the scene of you watching the stars and the moon with me. Thinking that you are still by my side in the last moments, and I look at you helplessly. I can only bury you little by little. Woo wolf, I'm so lonely, so lonely. If you appear in front of me one day, I will not let you leave me. Good no good? "I talked to myself, pretending that the wolf was still with me.

It was a bit cold at night, and the wind penetrated through my torn clothes. I shivered, and my body tightened against the dirt bag.

"Wolf, I'm so cold. Are you cold? It's okay to have me warming you, you won't be cold. "While I comfort it, I comfort myself at the same time. I closed my eyes and prepared for a restful night's sleep. A voice disturbed my sleep.

"Beggar Girl, Beggar Girl," a boy's voice rang in my ears, and I opened my eyes sharply and looked around, but I saw nothing. The woods were unusually quiet, and suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of fear in my heart. This feeling is the first time I have appeared, I have lived here for so many years, I have never seen such a thing as a ghost, but I have seen a ghost fire, and the ghost fire does not make people feel afraid, but I think it is a firefly that illuminates my world.

But now, I felt my hairs stand on end and goosebumps rise all over my body. I mustered my courage and asked softly, "Who is it?" The silence was terrible, no one answered, and I curled up in front of my mother's grave, looking for security. I buried my head in the knees of my legs and wrapped my arms tightly around my legs. But at this moment, the creepy voice sounded again, and it was close at hand. "Beggar Girl Beggar Girl" I finally couldn't help this voice with teasing and mockery, anyway, it's like this now, what's so scary. I looked up just one glance and it drew a scream.

It was the face of a scary little boy. He crouched across from me, looking at me with a hideous face. There were no eyeballs on the iron-blue face, and dry blood flowed from the hollow eye sockets along the corners of the eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up with a sneer. I was really taken aback by the way he looked, but when I got used to it, his face was not so scary, and his appearance was sad. I no longer felt fear, and even looked at him with my stagnant eyes.

"Please, can you not look at me with such eyes, this kind of look is really scarier than the eyes of ghosts." As he spoke, it was as if his face had changed, and suddenly his face had returned to the appearance of a normal person.

The normal face of this little boy is still very cute, with a fat face, but the closed eyes are really pitiful. When he saw that I did not resist, he sat down beside me. "I said beggar girl, you are too pitiful. I feel very pitiful, I didn't expect you to be better than me" He looked at the stars in the sky and sighed. "Are you a ghost?" I stared blankly at him. "Of course," he smiled mischievously. "Can your eyes see?" I held out a hand and shook it in front of his eyes. "Of course I can see it, because I'm a ghost now. Don't look at me with my eyes closed, take in the whole view. He explained, and I withdrew my hand. Look at you, you're only seven or eight years old, right? "I feel like I can't put it into words, and I suddenly feel like I'm not so alone.

"I'm three hundred years old. Of course, it was my age after I died. He had no expression on his face, still looking at the night sky. Three hundred years old, then why didn't you go to reincarnation? I asked him curiously. That's because I can't give birth. He replied calmly, "Why?" I looked at his thoughtful expression, and suddenly I felt that I could relate to his feelings.

"It's a long story. When I was alive, I was the child of a large family. Originally, the family of three was happy, but who knew that my father married a concubine. The woman was very vicious, after she entered the door, she was angry with my mother, and finally my mother was angry and died of depression. But my father didn't repent. She also took the place of a mother. Because she was pregnant with a child, she tried to get rid of me. Take good care of me in front of my father. And tormented me behind my back. Eventually, she gouged out my eyes and threw me into the woods. Lie to my dad and say I'm lost. She was so cruel, I was just a child at the time, and she actually did this to me. I can't stand that pain. Finally, I touched a tree and broke it off on its own. When I heard this, I suddenly felt that he was so miserable. He suffered more than I suffered.

"Do you want to linger forever?" I asked him. He bowed his head and remained silent. Through the moonlight, I could see blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. "Actually, I've noticed you since you came here. From the time you were a baby to the time you are now crying on the grave at night, I can see it clearly. No one is here but you here. I can't find a second option. He said as he cried. What are the options? I don't understand what you mean. I looked at him suspiciously. The choice is, I can only choose you. If you can die for me, I can be reincarnated. ”

"Do you mean really?" I asked him, "Of course it's true, in fact, I've had a lot of opportunities in the past three hundred years, and I've confused a few people." But at the last minute, I gave up. Those people are too innocent. Actually, I don't want to hurt you, but what do you say, you have no relatives now, and those who are close to you are all miserable, so I came to discuss with you, if you don't want to, forget it. He explained, but the words hurt in my heart.

Looking back on the sad experience of the years from childhood to adulthood, the mother, the wolf, and the kind grandmother. Everyone who has died because of me, I am ashamed to think of them. And I'm still living in this world. How can this be worthy of them. If I'm gone, I'll never hurt anyone else, I looked at him steadfastly when I thought of it. "Okay, I promise you."