Once upon a time, there was a remote and remote place. No one knows where this place is, and no one knows how horrible this place is. As long as people are forgotten or abandoned, they will definitely die here.

Because, this is a forgotten place.

Many people died alone in this place.

Among them, some are smash hit stars; Some are genius teenagers who are ahead of their time and no one understands; Some are 'burdens' that have been ruthlessly abandoned...... But more often than not, they are mediocre people who do nothing.

There was a newborn child who died in oblivion. He became a ghost after he died, but he was not afraid at all, and he was happy.

Because he can finally drift with the wind, leave this forgotten place, and go wherever he wants.

One day, he took advantage of the strong wind and came to a big city, which was crowded with people and bustling. The road is full of speeding cars, and the sidewalks are full of busy people.

He looked at the world excitedly, curiously at everyone's faces. "I won't be lonely anymore at last." He said happily.

But he was wrong. Because no one can see him at all, he is a disembodied thing, he is still a man abandoned by the world, he seems destined to be alone.

"I really don't want to be alone anymore." He cried.

But he couldn't think of any way, he couldn't do anything, all he could do was cry, cry and cry.

I don't know how long it took. "Mom, look, there's a little brother crying there!" A childish voice sounded behind him. He looked up happily and sniffed, could anyone see him?

Then a female voice sounded, "Baby, what are you talking nonsense?" There's no one there! ”

Indeed, there was really no one in the corner of the wall that the little boy was referring to, only a ghost, a crybaby hiding in the corner.

"No, there's a little brother there, he's crying, he's sad! I must have been separated from my mother. The little boy said.

He turned his head and saw the little boy running towards him free of his mother's hand.

The little boy ran to his side, squatted in front of him, took out a small towel, and helped him wipe the tears on his face, "Don't cry, crying too much will make you ugly." ”

He was amazed that the little boy could not only see him but also touch him!

The warm touch kept coming from his face, and he couldn't help but cry again.

For the first time, someone cared about him.

"Oh, don't cry, are you separated from your mother? I can help you find it. The little boy said to him gently and attentively.

"I don't have a mother, I'm a child forgotten by the world and no one wants." He replied.

The little boy held his chin and meditated for a while, and said to him solemnly, "Don't cry, come home with me, I will take care of you for the rest of your life." The little boy held out a hand and asked him, "Would you like to?" He looked at the fleshy hand and shook it, "Okay." "I can't break my promise for a lifetime.

......

Many years later, I still remember the meeting so many years ago, at that time, his hands were really cold, cold not like a living person, but at that time I held it tightly.

On the first night after coming home, he couldn't sleep with excitement and floated around the room.

He was so happy just because of one of my words, "After this, it will be your home, me and your home." ”

At the time, I didn't know he was a ghost, just that he was a troublesome child.

Late at night, I told him it was time to sleep, but he said, "I don't sleep."

"Why?" I asked.

He tilted his head and thought about it for a long time, and suddenly he began to cry. I thought it was because he was insecure when he first arrived in this strange place, so I told him the story.

"Once upon a time...... "Listen, the crybaby stopped sobbing, sniffing and listening intently as I told the story.

"You're telling a beautiful story." He applauded.

I smiled with satisfaction, and as soon as the crybaby cried, I patiently told him stories, a habit that I still haven't broken.

Later, after a long time, I learned that crybaby, he is really a ghost, an existence that only I can see and touch.

But I wasn't afraid, and I kept him going.

Once, he cried and said to me, "I feel so lonely." Zou Xiao, what if you can't see me one day? At a young age, I hugged him and said, "No, I won't lose sight of you." Even if you really can't see it, I'll be with you for the rest of your life, we have an agreement, haven't we? ”

Listen, he seems to be smiling, although I don't know if ghosts can laugh or not, but my crybaby he really laughs, and there is a smile between his eyebrows. I love to see him laugh.

That day, he said to me, "Zou Xiao, thank you, it's good to have you." You made me feel warm like I never had before, you gave me a home, and I was no longer alone. "Then my crybaby cried again.

It was only one day that I noticed that I gradually began to lose sight of him, and I gradually lost feeling his presence.

It scares me. I never dared to tell him, I knew that if I did, that crybaby would have cried, and I didn't want to see him cry again.

My heart is going to hurt......

Someone once told me that the reason why I can't see ghosts is because I grow up, and when people grow up, they can't see ghosts. So at that age, every kid of the same age wanted to grow up quickly, but I wanted to never grow up.

Because of this, I can always see him and be by his side forever.

said yes, I want to accompany him for the rest of my life, how can I break my promise? How can I make my crybaby cry?

......

Since that day, Zou Xiao brought me home, I am really happy and happy, because I am finally no longer alone, I finally have a home, I finally don't have to be lonely anymore, it's good to be forgotten again.

I really like Zou Xiao. Probably because he did not hesitate to divide half of the chocolate he was reluctant to eat, although the ghost could not eat, but I kept everything he shared with me; Or when his parents wanted to ask a Taoist priest to kick me out, Zou Xiao was desperate to protect me; Or maybe one day Zou Xiao can't see me at all, but he can still feel a little bit of my existence.

When I first learned the news, I hid in the dark and sobbed quietly.

But he still felt it sensitively, and he comforted me and said, "Don't cry, even if I can't see you, I will be with you for the rest of my life, so don't cry, okay?" ”

Saying this, Zou Xiao himself cried.

I floated and floated in front of him, and helped him wipe his tears like him.

He took my hand by feeling it and said to me, "Look, I can still feel you, can't I?" Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. His hands were shaking. In fact, he is the one who is most afraid. Perhaps, I liked Zou Xiao earlier, when he said, "I will be with you for the rest of my life", I should have been hopelessly fond of him.

One night, Zou Xiao said in his dream, and in the dream he said, "I don't want to grow up, I can't let him be alone." Then my tears came out of my eyes. I swear, I'm really not a crying ghost, really. Zou Xiao, Zou Xiao, I really like you.

Later, Zou Xiao couldn't feel my existence at all.

During the days and nights when he couldn't see me, he would tell me a little story every night and say goodnight to me. I know that he is telling me with practical actions that I am not forgotten and that I am not alone.

So, every time I listen to his story, I stop crying, because I know that he doesn't like to see me cry, and he told me that if I cry, he will feel distressed.

But I just want to see him feel distressed, and I like to see him feel sorry for me. Am I bad? Someone asked him why he told a story every day before going to bed.

He said to people, "Get used to it." Because since I was a child, there was a crybaby who liked to listen to me tell stories, and every time he listened to me tell a story, he stopped crying. The man was interested, and asked him who that crybaby was. Zou Xiao looked at the corner of the room and smiled without saying a word.

A ghost squatted in the corner of the wall, snorting and looking at him in amazement. But he really couldn't see the ghost anymore, it was just a habit for years.

The crybaby likes to crouch in the corner of the wall.

At the end of this story, Zou Xiao died, he was a mortal after all.

When he was dying, he seemed to see me again while lying on the hospital bed.

I was crying so much that I was drowning in my own tears. He sighed slightly, lifted his hand with all his strength, and helped me wipe away my tears, just like we did years ago.

"Don't cry, okay? Let me tell you a story...... "Once upon a time, there was a forgotten ghost, and he was very crying...... "Unfortunately, this story was not finished in the end.

No matter how many years later, when I think of this unfinished story, I can't stop crying.

After Zou Xiao's death, I have been to many places and seen many beings like me, and they are also very good to me, but I can't find the warmth I had at the beginning.

One day, I was hiding in a corner crying and met a man.

It was a little boy, short, chubby, like a little meatball.

The little boy came up to me and asked, "Why are you squatting here crying?" Did someone bully you? I looked at him in amazement, shook my head, and said, "No, I just feel so lonely." ”

The little boy reached out and wiped my tears.

The warmth on my face reminded me of an old man from a long, long time ago.

He comforted me, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll tell you a story, okay?" After listening to the story, don't cry. ”

I nodded.

"Once upon a time, there was a ghost who loved to cry. One day, he hid in the corner and cried again. At this time, a little boy came.

The little boy asked him, 'What's wrong with you?' Why cry here? The crybaby said, 'I'm forgotten, I'm so lonely.' ’

The little boy said to him, 'Don't cry, come home with me, I won't forget you, I'll always be with you, I'll be with you for the rest of my life.' ’

So, the crybaby, went home with the little boy.

Crybabies love to cry, but whenever the little boy tells him a story, the crybaby stops crying and laughs.

So, the little boy likes to tell him stories the most, because he loves to see the crybaby laugh the most......"

The little boy's voice was so gentle, like an old man.

Lifetime...... Someone once said that.

"Did you cry because you were forgotten?" Seeing that I wasn't crying, the little boy smiled and stretched out his fleshy hand to me, "Don't cry, okay?" Come home with me! I'll take good care of you! My name is Zou Xiao, you can call me Xiaoxiao. ”

Zou Xiao...... Zou Xiao......