The ghost rushed towards Zhang Yi with all the strength of his body, preparing to die before a bo.

But Zhang Yi didn't give him this chance, he raised his hand and slapped it on the head of the wandering ghost, and the wandering ghost's entire body instantly collapsed, turning into countless dust flying in the air.

Looking at the dust in the room, Zhang Yi said coldly: "If you don't even cherish your own life, how dare you expect others to be responsible for your life?"

After speaking, Zhang Yi walked out slowly, and suddenly stopped when he walked to the door.

"Don't play dead, it's time to go."

Hearing this, the little bird lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, and as if it was embarrassed, it slapped its wings on its body, as if to pat off the dust on its body, and then flew towards the door.

At noon, in the Jialin City Cemetery, in front of the grave surrounded by big trees, Zhang Yi and wicker catkins squatted there quietly and kept putting paper money into the fire.

A gust of wind came out, and after the wind rolled up and burned, the paper ashes spun and flew into the sky.

"She received it, you see, these paper money spinning and flying into the air means that she received it, I believe that she must not be short of money before she is reincarnated, she doesn't have to work so hard to make money, and she will definitely find someone who can spoil her and raise her so that she doesn't have to work hard, and then live happily for the rest of her life."

Zhang Yi's voice was a little choked, and he quietly turned his face to wipe his red eyes with his sleeve.

Liu Wu walked over and gently tugged the corner of Zhang Yi's clothes with his hand, "Brother Yi, don't be sad, I'm very sad to see you crying."

"Yes, Brother Yi, life is impermanent, none of us can predict where we will be at the next moment, although my sister-in-law is gone, but you have to live strongly, only when you live can you live up to his expectations of you" Wicker said as he took out a napkin and handed it to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi waved his hand, he stood up and looked at the two wickers with dark circles under his eyes, he suddenly felt that although his background was inexplicable, he was not alone with these people.

"Don't worry, I'll live well, let's all go back, both of you brothers and sisters have been too tired in the past two days."

"Brother Yi, aren't you leaving?"

"Let's go, but I'm going back to my hometown, it's going to be demolished, before the demolition, Xiaoya has already found a house and packed everything, so I'm about to move out."

Wicker immediately said: "That's right, let's go and help you together." ”

Zhang Yi waved his hand and said, "No need, there aren't many things, I may have to tidy it up, and I'll call you over when it's done." ”

Wicker was about to say something, but was stopped by a look from Willow Catkins.

Looking at Zhang Yi's swaying figure, Wicker wanted to support him and help him, but he was pulled by the catkins.

"It's a place where he and his sister-in-law live together, and there are memories of their lives together, and after moving out today, there are no more memories, how can we deprive him of this little bit of good time."

Wicker suddenly realized, he woke up like a dream and said: "Oh, look at me stupid, or sister, you are smart, but ...... But I think Brother Yi is really pitiful, God is really unfair to him. ”

Willow Catkins was also very uncomfortable when Wicker said this, he hugged Wicker, and the two of them cried as if venting.

This place is the final destination of life, this place is the last mourning of the living for the dead, so no matter how loud and loud the cry is, it will not wake up the sleeping person, nor will it affect anyone or anything.

Release the crying, it's that simple.

Stepping up the crumbling staircase again, pushing open the rusty iron door again, the room was still the same room, but the people were not the same person.

Although the house was about to be torn down and turned into ruins, Li Xiaoya was still spotless when she cleaned up the house.

I don't know when she started to clean up, but all the useful items in the house were neatly stacked in nylon bags in a corner of the room, and there were five full bags.

Zhang Yimuna walked over and looked at the bag that had not yet had time to be sealed, and found that it was full of clothes, pots and pans, and some sundries.

At the top of each bag was a stack of newspaper-wrapped objects with the word "photo" written crookedly on them. When I opened it, I found that there were wedding photos of him and her and photos of his parents.

Zhang Yi gently stroked the immature font on the newspaper like a child just learning to write, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

A hot teardrop fell on their wedding photo, he couldn't help but be startled, and immediately wiped the tears off it with his sleeve, and then kept blowing on it, for fear that the photo would be ruined.

But because he was too nervous, the wiping action was very exaggerated, and he accidentally knocked down a nylon bag leaning against the wall, and in an instant the nylon bag fell to the ground, and the contents spilled out.

Zhang Yi hurriedly went to clean up, but in the process of cleaning up, he was attracted by a beautiful box.

The box is made of wood, the color is somewhat like dark red but more like black, and it is carved with many exquisite patterns, which looks antique and seems to be some vintage.

But this speculation was immediately denied by Zhang Yi, because the lock on this box is a combination lock, which shows that this is an antique product.

Zhang Yi looked at the combination lock, pondered for a while, and then gently dialed the password to the 201851, this is the day of their marriage registration, it should be a memorable day.

Everything was as Zhang Yi expected, and the lock opened with a snap.

There are two title deeds, two passbooks, a key and a green notebook.

Zhang Yi was not interested in the passbook, but he had a strong curiosity about the notebook, because the cover of the notebook had three words written "words from the heart"

picked up the notebook and opened it, only to see rows of crooked fonts presented in front of Zhang Yi:

"I've been very happy lately, I've been very happy, I feel at home for the first time, I don't like to talk very much, I suddenly feel that I have a stomach to say to him, but I may not be able to finish talking for a few days and nights.

But he was too busy to have time to talk to me, but I believe he must be busy with something very meaningful, I can't bother him, I should support him.

But I felt so suffocated that I wrote down everything I wanted to say, and maybe one day he would see it, yes, that's it!

I was born in a rural area in the Dabie Mountains of Anhui Province, I have an older brother, two younger brothers and a younger sister, this is a big family, but I am not happy, because my parents are patriarchal, they always say that girls grow up like spilled water is a loss of money, and boys can give them a pension to the end, so they feel that only having more sons will be happy, but unfortunately with me and my sister.

I have the impression that they would only give my brother and brother good food and drink since I was a child, and it was always me and my sister who were beaten to work, so I worked at home before I graduated from elementary school.

When I was 16 years old, I was tricked by my neighbor into the city to do this unsavory business, when I first came, I resisted, and thought about running away, but to no avail, and then I changed my mind, I want to make money, I want to make money desperately, let myself live a good life, and ask my sister not to drop out of school.

In my eyes, this man in society was nothing more than a walking dead in motion on me, until I met him, my husband.

I don't even know how our marriage came together, maybe he was just one of my guests, and we got married on the spur of the moment.

But in my slow contact with him, I found that I was slowly inseparable from him, I don't know if this is love, but I can feel his protection of me, his care for me, and his concern for me.

All of this is something I have not felt in all these years, and it may seem like nothing to him, but it is an extreme luxury for me.

I'm afraid of losing her, I'm afraid of losing the warmth of this home that I'm cared for, and sometimes I panic when I think about where I'm from...