The ghost was a little surprised on his face, as if he was caught in a memory, the sun fell on his shallow eyes, and two figures seemed to float under his eyes, and Bai Wanwan couldn't see clearly.

The ghost touched the cuffs, and a piece of red rope came out of the innermost, which was no different from hers.

This......

The ghost remembered something, and quickly came back to his senses, and tied his red rope to Bai Wanwan's wrist. and put the red rope that was burned down in his sleeve with Bai Wanwan holding it.

"I seem to know you." The ghost smiled gently.

Bai Wanwan stared at the red rope on her wrist in a daze, and her mind pieced together some of the past like a marquee.

It is the Shangyuan Festival with the lights on the mountain, the night is like ink, the weak man sends the lotus lamp into the water, and the person in front of him who can't see the eyebrows clearly, the smile on his lips is warm: What wish did Ah Juan write?

She couldn't hear what "herself" replied, but turned to look at the lamp that was fading away with the water, the red flowers and cyan leaves, and the candle flame shining so clearly that the ink on the white slip of paper was very clear.

May you be safe in your life, even if you don't see it.

As soon as the picture turned, it was a snowy winter, and the snow was fine, and she braided her hair into the red rope, cut it into two sections, tied a concentric knot respectively, and tied it solemnly and seriously on the wrist of the person in front of her. The man stroked her and reached out to hug her.

The cold wind couldn't penetrate the embrace, and she only felt a warmth in her heart.

In the last scene, the fire lit up the night with a terrible light, and she fell under the falling beams, gritting her teeth and crawling out. There were many onlookers, but no one saved the fire. At that time, the wind was also bitter.

She woke up from her memories, looked at her with a concerned face, opened her lips in a white way, and said one word at a time: It's okay.

After a long time, seeing that the ghost was still looking at her, Bai Wanwan spoke again: You, where are you buried?

The ghost pointed to another mountain, in the direction of the mist. It's so far...... Bai Wanwan thought that she probably wouldn't be able to float that far if it took a long, long time.

She withdrew her gaze and asked the ghost, "What about you, what are you doing all this far?"

Although the voice was hoarse and the words were difficult to argue, the ghost listened patiently and touched her head as if soothingly: looking for someone.

Who are you looking for? It wasn't something she should have asked.

But the ghost groaned and laughed, "My wife." ”

She was very puzzled why she was also a ghost, and the person in front of her had a wife. It's not because I've been dead for too long, I'm too poor and sour, and I can't keep up with the changes in this world.

The ghost's expression was a little tighter, and he only looked at the sky, as if he wanted to sigh, and his tone was full of relief: "I've found her, she's doing well... Very good. ”

Bai Wanwan no longer asks about other people's private affairs, and when she sees the ghost drifting away, she also knows that people are going back to their own graves. She was a little sad and reluctant in her heart, but she didn't know people well, and it was not easy to keep her.

The ghost's whispered words were scattered in the wind.

I always hope that she will always remember me, but better yet, forget about it.

Bai Wanwan tilted her head and thought about whether he remembered or forgot what he said, the night was suddenly deep, and the ghost figure was never seen again. Bai Wanwan thought, so far, if he wants to slowly break free from the shackles of his soul, he should, it took a long time.

She lived a lonely ghost life again, sitting at the grave, as if waiting for someone. It's raining, it's windy.

Occasionally, when I was stunned, I flicked the red rope on my wrist a few times, and I felt very tormented in my heart. But I don't know why.

Occasionally, a few wild ghosts passed by and whispered gossip, and Bai Wanwan was bored and pricked up her ears to listen carefully.

I heard that the angry evil spirit buried in the neighboring mountain was dug up with ashes and was about to be thrown away. Because of the good feng shui of the neighboring mountains, the big families plan to build ancestral tombs in that area, how can they tolerate other corpses.

I heard that the ghost had killed many people in his life, and he didn't even have an urn and a stone tablet, and a handful of dust was wrapped in that handkerchief, and he didn't know what he was obsessed with before his death, and he was so angry that the nearby beasts didn't dare to approach.

I heard that the evil ghost had dispersed his resentment a few days ago, but I don't know why.

She poked her head out and saw that the direction pointed by the wild ghost was the burial place that the ghost said, and her heart was shocked, and she wanted to cry inexplicably.

She seemed to remember something, turned around and slammed against her stele, squatting in front of her to identify word by word, and even a little delirious, I...

My wife, Juan.

There are only three words on the stele, and the imprints are somewhat overlapping and not very clear, but they have never disappeared.

It was that bleak night, the man came to the barren mountain with her ashes, found a stone and hurriedly carved the three words over and over again with another piece of rubble, the broken stone broke the palm of his hand, the man dropped the stone and looked at the words on the stele, held the box and cried in a low voice for a while, and finally buried it and covered the stele.

"Wait, you wait for me, I'll be here soon." The man gently caressed the stele, took out a charred rope from his bosom and buried it beside him, repeated the sentence like a madman, turned around and disappeared into the night.

She remembered, she remembered, it was unclear, it was vague, it was erased by time. The more I want to go, the more inseparable I am from this soul bond. She doesn't have the resentment of him, and she can't get out of this mountain.

It is the resentment that there are no bones, the resentment that there is no tomb and no monument, the resentment that can never come back, the resentment that no one waits, and the resentment that is difficult to settle.

Bai Wanwan didn't, she was buried by her sweetheart herself, she got a promise from that person, and she had no regrets in her life.

Bai Wanwan's days have returned to normal, at least on the surface, she lowered her eyebrows, thinking that if she goes through a longer period of time, even she will forget this again, and at that time, she will not be sad.

The light in front of her eyes was blocked, and she looked up to see two people dressed as subordinates holding a bag of things, with embarrassment written on their faces.

"It's not good to just throw it around. People are dead, so let's find a place to bury them. ”

"Look, isn't this just a tomb, just bury them together, and be a companion."

"Will this work?"

"Why can't it be done, we didn't do anything bad and panicked, hurry up and go back to the errand."

Knowing the sound of Suosuo's groundbreaking, Bai Wanwan stared at the two people who dug up her grave and buried it casually.

If she hadn't become a ghost, she would have been. But she's just a ghost, and she can't do anything.

Looking at the two people in the distance, the figure was angry, and the top of his hair was covered with the gentle hand of the person.

She lifted her eyes to the ghost's smiling eyes.

Before she could say anything, the ghost gently embraced her.

"I said I'd be back."

It has nothing to do with life and death, it has nothing to do with the world, even if the years pass, you will still forget everything, but you can always remember it.

There's endless time, still enough to remember with you.

Bai Wanwan remembered the purpose of her actions, remembered the person who had never forgotten her name and had never vaguely remembered it, and remembered the ...... about the world that she had forgotten Tale.