"Do you want one?" I pulled out a cigarette and handed it to the boy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Thank you." The boy didn't know how to smoke, and he began to cry slowly after being smoked by the smoke.

"What else can I do, I'm dead, even if I don't want to admit it, I can't change the facts, I just want to accompany her again, accompany her to find someone who loves her as much as I do." The boy said stubbornly, regardless of whether I was listening or not.

Yes, a lot of things, a lot of people, can't rely on not acknowledging change, I looked up at the corner of the ceiling with my eyes. Eighth child, did you already know it, maybe it's just me who doesn't want to admit it, it's just me. So what the hell am I here for?

"You know, we're childhood sweethearts, and we've liked each other for so many years. We..."

"Do you really like her, or do you like the one who likes her, or are you addicted to the one who likes her." I say.

The cigarette burned out little by little, and the red fingers burned red, but the boy still didn't know it, he didn't refute me again, he didn't continue to talk to himself, just looked at the ground quietly.

Looking at the boy, I shook my head helplessly, and spoke again: "Maybe it's just that you don't want to leave, death, do you really admit it?" Death shouldn't be like this, death should be let go, no attachment, no remorse, death should be another new beginning, not forever stuck in the past, even if you have more reluctance, there is nothing you can do, right? ”

"I can, I can, I can help her choose one," argued the boy, looking up.

"Someone who loves her as much as you do, right? And then, will she be with her after death, until another person of the same kind appears? Your love is really great, I believe that you are willing to die for her, and you are also willing to pay the price of your life because of this, but these have nothing to do with her, right, she is already very guilty, why are you obsessed with love and refuse to let go. Do you really love her as much as you say you do? I looked at the boy questioningly, and then said: "Love, it will always be a mystery, no one can always give a correct answer, love may be an illusion, it may be an obsession, it may be an accident, it may be reluctance... There are so many causes of love, and the forms of love are equally strange. I don't know what your love is like, but I can tell you very clearly that your current behavior does not belong to love, you are harming her, and even trying to take her away. I think you must have entered her dreams, she fell asleep again and again after the overdraft after the panic, you must have taken this opportunity to go to her dreams more than once. I think you must have been a warm man before you were born, gentle, gentleman, and only such a man can infiltrate into other people's lives little by little, so you can make her fall in love with you in just a few dates after a chance encounter, and your so-called mutual liking for a long time, I think it's just your unilateral idea. ”

"How do you know? How do you know she didn't like me before? How do you know I've been in her dreams? How do you know..."

"Because your memories are too flat, and I remember the first time I met her, you looked at her with no love at all, but a cold gaze. Another point, you yourself told me, you said that I have exactly the same dead air as you, hehe, your predecessor must not have told you, each kind of ghost temperament is different, and the dead air you see in me is actually the resentment that I deliberately released. So I know you're lying, the reason why you're pestering her is not because you love her, but because you blame her from the bottom of your heart, you blame yourself for walking carelessly, blame yourself for not bringing her food, but you blame her more, you complain that if you don't send her food, there will be no accidents, so you follow her every day, and take the opportunity to enter her dreams to torture her, trick her into accompanying you, and make the person you love give up your life for you, if this is love, then I really don't understand what the love in your mouth looks like. ”

"Because these are all said to be good, these are all things that we have said a long time ago. Can the words that have been said be casually blown away by the wind? Can those promises just disappear like that? ”

I looked at the angry boy in front of me dumbfounded, love, what are you, and what is the so-called unswerving to death.