It was dark, and An Ning reached out and groped in the darkness, trying to turn on the bedside light.

"Aning, don't open it."

In the dark night, Lin Shengsheng's shadow was a little blurry, and only the rounded outline could be faintly discerned. The voice was a little ethereal, drifting away in the night.

Today is Qingming Festival, and there is a rule in the hospital that the lights in the inpatient department cannot be turned on at night.

The hospital is the place where life and death meet, and the place between heaven and hell.

It is also the place where countless undead gather. If you don't turn on the lights, you are afraid of disturbing the undead.

But......

An Ning looked out the window, and on the green square, there was a very large Kong Ming lantern.

The fire core inside had not yet been lit, and it stood quietly in the square like a statue.

A lot of people gathered around, circle by circle, many and orderly. They are all dressed in linen and filial piety, and they are dressed in plain clothes.

or their countenances are sorrowful, or their faces are full of laughter and tears, or they weep and laugh, and they are like madness.

It's like a bunch of crazy people......

At a glance, a large area of white is particularly eye-catching in the night.

Some people are crying, some people are laughing. Soft sobs, thin whimpering, wisps, endless. Everyone suppressed their cries.

Some wept and cried, and laughed; Someone laughed and laughed and cried.

In each person's hand, they have a piece of paper.

Lin Shengsheng's breath was very light, and he spoke lightly: "That's Kong Ming's lantern, and next to it is a family member, holding it in his hand...... It is a letter to the dead. ”

The undead, believe it.

The group of people reverently knelt beside the Kong Ming lantern, holding the envelope in both hands and placing it on their chests.

As if he was completing some ritual, he was muttering something in his mouth, and his eyes were dumb and dull.

A doctor went in, took a bag, and put away everyone's envelopes.

Another doctor lit the Kong Ming lantern, and the sparkling light of the fire, extremely faint, swayed in the night wind.

The two doctors glanced at each other and put all the envelopes in the bag into the Kong Ming lantern.

Burn it.

With the envelope's combustion, the fire became vigorous, devouring the envelope, and suddenly soaring high. The red light of the fire reflected the pale faces of the people around him.

Some of the shriveled Kong Ming lanterns swelled up little by little. It was bulging and shaking gently.

It rose up and swayed twice in mid-air, swaying gently. The farther you float, the higher you rise.

In the darkness of the night, fade away......

Those people looked up and looked at Kong Minglan stupidly.

The empty eyes, because of the tears trickling out, became a little bright.

They don't seem to know it, they don't move, they seem to have pressed the pause button, as if they are frozen.

Like a sculpture, stand there. The scene is spectacular and extremely renderable. If you are a person with poor psychological quality, I am afraid that it will collapse directly.

Tranquil heart, tight.

Lin Shengsheng staggered over and closed the curtains. The voice was sad and desolate, no longer as clear as usual, hoarse and unpleasant, like the sound of an old woman breaking the wind. With depression, I tried to restrain myself.

"A-Ning, don't look at it, it's not good-looking."

In the darkness, An Ning didn't see that Lin Shengsheng's face was full of tears......