How long Bai Wanwan has been floating in this world, she has probably forgotten herself.

It's been so long that I can't even remember what year I was teleported.

The spring is bright, she lies on the grass in front of the grave and thinks about the ghost life and 001 nonsense, and she is fearless in the summer heat, she is originally a cold body, and she can't feel the temperature. When the autumn wind began to bleak, she always puffed up her breath and tried to blow away the dead leaves that fell on the stele, and when the winter snow covered the small stone stele on that side, she went back to the urn to nest.

Only she has been living in a hundred miles around here, and this place is not a treasure of feng shui, barren mountains and mountains.

At first, she always felt lonely when she couldn't wait for the plot characters, but then the time was so long that she couldn't get used to it. The living feel lonely and can seek death, and the dead ghost feels lonely... And how.

When she was sober, she always sat on her gravestone and watched the small animals coming and going, or the sparse people, and even a few wild ghosts passing by. It's just that there is no villain dad.

Of course, ghosts don't need to sleep, and she's awake most of the time. But every time I go back to sleep in the urn, I always forget something when I wake up.

I can't remember everything in a hundred years of life, and the ghosts are endless, so what can't I forget. From the time she realized this, she couldn't remember what she was here for, who she was here for, or what she had done before.

If it weren't for 001's daily reminders and admonitions, she probably wouldn't even remember her name.

However, this body should not be a pleasant and good person, and there are no relatives and friends. Otherwise, how could it be possible to bury the ashes in this barren mountain and hurriedly find a stone to erect a monument, but there are words on the monument, but it is too old, and she can't see it clearly.

She can't float far, her soul is tied to this monument, and the left and right are just floating to the other side of the mountain to see, there are fireworks scattered in the world, she has only been to see it once, Xu is not interested, Xu is too far away to be too lazy to float.

She can't float to the sky, the clouds are inhabited by priests, how can she be allowed to go up to see the scenery.

It is also impossible to go to the ground, and there are ten halls of Yama judges and ghosts living underground, in case there is a diligent ghost who enthusiastically tortures her nameless wild ghost and puts her in prison, she will be even colder.

In another year, when the spring breeze rose, she climbed out of the grave and unexpectedly saw a figure sitting on the old locust tree at the head of her grave.

She wondered how it was possible for a melon peel to climb so high on someone else's grave tree!

She hadn't spoken in a long time, and there was no one to talk to, and 001 was the one who was in her mind. I have long forgotten how to speak. But she was still very unhappy that other ghosts had taken over her tree.

When she touched the tree, the ghost had closed its eyes, its eyebrows were shallow, and the sunlight could not cast on her body, but it could only fall on the trunk through her soul, but the ghost was as clear as glass.

She gently stroked the ghost's long hair, which was quite handsome, and leaned in to take a closer look at other people's clothes.

She looked at the shabby skirt on her body again, and couldn't help but feel a little inferior and angry, even if she was a ghost, she was afraid that she was not the most shabby ghost.

When he was busy envious of other people's beautiful clothes, the ghost opened his eyes, looked at each other, and looked at each other blankly.

"You're, from the grave?" The ghost spoke lightly.

She shook her head, just pursing her lips.

She remembered this face, but she couldn't remember why for a while, but she loved the tear mole under the ghost's eyes.

"Maybe I've been dead for a long time......" The ghost looked at her, and there was some clarity in his eyes.

She wanted to ask this uninvited guest to sit somewhere else, but she hadn't met a ghost willing to talk to her for many years, and she was inexplicably greedy and reluctant.

Wait, wait, she thought.

Bai Wanwan also floated up the trunk of the tree and sat side by side with the ghost, under the tree bloomed unknown wildflowers, the stars were also gorgeous, and the grass on her grave had covered the stone tablet, and if you didn't open it, you could hardly see that there was a lonely poor ghost buried here. She hung her head in frustration, becoming more and more unhappy.

The ghost turned to look at her, "The flowers here are beautiful, and you are also beautiful." She didn't know how to react, and subconsciously looked up at the ghost, and saw that the other party's eyebrows were stretched and his face was soft.

Have pity on me. She selfishly felt that she did not deserve to be praised.

Thinking like this, the more I feel that the ghost is showing off and pity. She swung her legs impatiently, and when the ghost looked at her grave as the wind slowly rose, she went around behind him and kicked the person off the tree.

I can see that people fell under the tree with a stunned face, and Bai Wanwan regretted it a little. She's a bad-tempered ghost...... But so what, anyway, everyone will forget about it after a few more years. she

Thinking so, there is no trace of guilt on his face.

The ghost didn't react angrily, but floated to her grave and blew open the grass that was more than two meters high.

Bai Wanwan was anxious, I just kicked you, you won't dig my grave with a grudge, right?!

Bai Wanwan hurriedly went down, but saw the ghost brushing the dust off the stele and looking at her stele in a daze.

She:?

It's not that I've never seen such a casual and ugly monument. She gritted her teeth, angry and a little embarrassed, and floated aside.

After a long time, the ghost got up and turned back to her with a gentle smile that was better than this spring breeze: "Your name is Juan, and your name is very good." ”

Juan, her name is Juan? She tilted her head and thought for a moment, rummaging through the few memories she remembered, and it seemed to be true...... A long, long time ago, someone had called her in a low voice.

The gentle tone overlapped with the ghost, and it made her feel a little thoughtful. Bai Wanwan wanted to speak, but only a few dry and hoarse sounds came out of his throat, and he tried dozens of times before he was stiff and shouted a "Wan" sound.

Seemingly, it's really good. Bai Wanwan was a little happy in her heart, although she didn't belong to this world, she was not a nameless ghost no matter where she was, she actually had a name.

This realization alone made her eyes bend with pleasure.

The ghost also looked at her and smiled, in front of the lonely grave, under the locust tree, the grass grew and the warbler flew, the breeze was slow, and there were two wild ghosts.

It doesn't get any stranger than that.

Bai Wanwan began to regret that he shouldn't have kicked someone's foot at this moment, but he was thin-skinned and refused to apologize, only turned around and retracted into the urn, and after a while, he came out with a half-burnt red rope in his hand.

That's what she remembers...... The only thing to accompany the funeral, although it is a little cold if you can't take it, but it is a reconciliation if you want to give it to the male ghost.

"Host, do you remember him?"

Because she has been here for too long, 001 is really afraid that she will not know a word when she speaks.