There is only one such opportunity a year, and Su Wanjing has missed it ninety-nine times.

Ninety-nine years later, she is still wearing the pink and white satin small stand-up collar slash blouse, and the shoulders are red, which is very harmonious with the clean pink. The bloodless face is still the same as when he was sixteen, but he can't look at the back. Of course, that's not to say she's in bad shape.

Su Wanjing smiled and raised her hand to touch the back of her head. It was just a subconscious action, in fact, she couldn't touch anything, and she had never seen what the injury looked like. I remember last year, the kid in the baseball cap froze in place after taking a picture with her, and when he saw the piece behind her head, he almost died at that time.

The ghost was almost scared to death by the ghost, what a strange story.

The splintered back of the head, the slick black hair that gripped the brains and blood, had been flowing continuously for ninety-nine years. Su Wanjing was also disgusted by her own imagination.

But maybe it's better than hitting your face on the ground.

On the brightest autumn day of that year, Su Wanjing fell from a very high place. Because she fell on her back, she was able to see the last color of her sixteen years of life and cast the last nostalgia in the world. The sky was blue and heartbreaking, and in the blue, the frightened face of the beloved man.

Su Wanjing raised her head. She really missed that blue, there was only red in the world of the wandering spirits, as red as blood. After ninety-nine years of living in such dull and sharp colors, she felt that she was a very strong ghost.

A girl in a floral dress walked to the river and stood next to Su Wanjing, with light eyebrows on her white face and a lit river lantern in her hand. Su Wanjing felt that she was begging for benevolence, and this river lantern seemed to belong to her, so she didn't have to grab it with other spirits.

The girl leaned out to reach the water, pouted and stood up again, and said to the boy next to her, "What if you can't reach it, what if you fall?" ”

The boy flicked the cigarette butt in his hand far away, and reached out to stop the girl's waist, "It's okay! I'll put my arms around you, let's drop it together. ”

Su Wanjing looked at them and felt very much like herself and Zhang Yaozong back then.

"Wanjing, I want to be with you." Zhang Yaozong hugged her so tightly, and the slightly stagnant voice made her cry bitterly and joyfully, and then, she actually believed it.

Su Wanjing snorted and turned her head, seeing that there were already a few river lanterns on the river, and a few wandering spirits waiting on the river bank had lifted the river lanterns and were drifting towards the depths of the mist, and there were also a few wandering spirits staring at the one beside her. Su Wanjing had no choice but to put down her memories and stared at the young man and woman beside her.

Why bother thinking about it again, anyway, I got the river lantern, entered the ghost gate and closed the Nai He Bridge, and I forgot everything after drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup.

...... forgetting everything, Su Wanjing still felt unwilling. She has been wandering for ninety-nine years, watching Zhang Yaozong marry a wife, watching him give birth to a child, and watching him die. Until he died, Su Wanjing never heard him shout Wanjing again, even if it was a babble when he was dying.

Su Wanjing didn't know what the meaning of her wandering the world like this was, but she wandered like this, coming to the river on July 15 again and again, and letting go of her hand when she touched the river lantern again and again, until this year, she had to go.

"Hold on to me, I'm going to let it drift a little farther away." The girl said as she paddled gently the lantern that had been placed in the river.

Su Wanjing stood in front of the river lantern before the other wandering spirits, and hesitated for a moment before reaching out her hands to hold the river lantern on her chest. This rose-shaped river lamp made Su Wanjing feel sarcastic.

The fog in front of her became thicker and thicker, and Su Wanjing glanced back again, but it was already in the vastness, and the prosperity of the world was no longer visible.