The name of the owner of the tomb is: Liu Caihua. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A very poetic name, although the black and white photo on the tombstone has been eroded by the wind and rain, it is still difficult to hide the graceful style between his eyebrows.

As his name suggests, he must have been a talented woman during his lifetime.

Although I haven't seen her in person, just from the photos and her name, I can guess that she must have been at the level of disaster for the country and the people during her lifetime.

The 17-year-old girl in the flower season is so poetic and graceful! If only she were alive at the moment!

If she is still alive, then she is now 21 years old, and she has reached the age of marriage, I don't know what kind of man she will find as her husband.

It's definitely not the rich second generation, otherwise she wouldn't rather stay chaste than jump off the building.

In today's impetuous society, under the influence of foreign garbage culture, many young girls have already forgotten the concept of chastity, and casually open a room with a man, and when they get married a few years later, the first night is not reserved for their husbands, and it also lays the groundwork for future quarrels and divorces.

At this moment, in addition to expressing regret for her life experience, there is also a sense of admiration for her.

It is better to be broken than to be complete. What a chaste woman.

Liu Caihua ...... Liu Caihua ...... "I muttered the name of the owner of the tomb over and over again.

I completely forgot about the taboo of calling his name to the grave, and I didn't feel a trace of fear because of the alcohol.

In my drowsy mind, the image of the beautiful and graceful girl gradually emerged, and then her bewitching figure appeared, with white jade hands and wrists, and slender jade legs slowly taking broken steps, and walking towards me slim under the background of the dress.

I blinked, patted my head with my hand, and looked at the tombstone, but there was no sign of the girl except for the black-and-white photograph.

Looks like I'm hallucinating, or maybe I'm thinking nonsense. When I didn't look at the tombstone, the girl's appearance gradually reappeared.

Am I dreaming? Or a ghost?

A bottle of wine has been drunk to the bottom. Usually I don't drink much, but at most Ding Shengxian will invite me to drink when he comes back after going out to hunt ghosts and earning money, so my alcohol consumption is not good, even if I don't get drunk after drinking a bottle of liquor, it is almost the same, and my head is very dizzy.

I pinched myself hard, and I felt very painful, it turned out that it was not a dream. I pinched a few peanuts and ate them, and looked around, and the scenery around me was very clear in the bright moonlight, and there was no one in sight.

It was already late at night, and there was no movement in the dilapidated village except for the chirping of cicadas. I shook my head a few times to clear myself up, and the girl's figure didn't come to my mind again.

When I felt sleepy and closed my eyes, the figure of the girl reappeared.

I quickly opened my eyes and realized that it might be an evil spirit, of course, it is not ruled out that I have been thinking about it day and night, after all, looking at the photo of the beautiful girl in front of the tombstone, it is inevitable that I will dream of her.

When I lost my sleep, I sat down in front of the grave and whispered, "I don't know why I dreamed of you...... No, I didn't close my eyes before I saw you...... Do you feel lonely alone in this desolate place and want to find someone to talk to? ”

There was silence all around, and I didn't receive any more information about the ghosts. I boldly continued: "I guess you should be lonely, a 17-year-old girl in the flower season, the beginning of love, it should be the age to fall in love, I don't know if you have a crush in school." If you die if you haven't been in love, will you feel pity and unwilling? ”

I don't know why I brought the topic to love, maybe it's because I'm single, and my eyes light up when I see the opposite sex, and I can't help but think about it.

Even if it's a female ghost, I think about it in this way, and I don't feel terrifying at all.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, whirling in front of the tombstone, and then quickly disappeared.

The strangeness of this whirlwind did not blow towards me, but only made me feel a cold breath. This means that there is something evil around the grave, which left me a message but did not haunt me.

I then said to the tombstone, "Could it be you?" If yes, give me one more hint! ”

The weird whirlwind immediately blew again! After a round trip in front of the tombstone, it disappeared.

I was shocked, and with the effect of alcohol, I boldly said: "Since I guessed your mind, then I can be sure that you have not been in a relationship yet, then I will tell you a few jokes to make you happy, so that you can experience the feeling of being cared for and cared for." ”

In my drowsy consciousness, I had already forgotten about the different ways of people and ghosts, and the thought in my heart was just that such a weak female ghost should not come to hurt me.

After all, I just came to talk to her, to comfort and comfort her, so that she would not feel lonely and lonely after death. I didn't mean to be disrespectful or have any obscene thoughts.

A slight cold wind blew, and I began to gush, "Tell me a short joke, I've heard the tortoise and hare race, I'm not talking about the one in the textbook, but another new version." The tortoise and the hare competed to run, and this time they competed to see who would run home first, and as soon as the order was given, the tortoise shrank into its shell. The hare asked, 'What are you doing?' and the turtle replied, 'The shell is my home, and I only need a second to go home, and you lose.'" Rabbit angry scolding. How's that, is the joke funny? Have you ever heard of it? ”

A slight cold wind fluttered back and forth in front of the tombstone a few times, and it seemed to shake her head, which she probably hadn't heard before. I don't know if the joke made her laugh, though.

I continued: "Let's talk about one more, it's a question for a student's exam, write a four-character idiom, and the radicals must be the same, and the prompt is: 魑魅魍魉." After racking his brain for a long time, a candidate wrote on the test paper: play with glass balls. Later, when the answers were announced, the answers of other candidates were also colorful, such as: rivers, lakes and seas, piano and so on. However, there are also candidates who are even more shocking, writing: I can't take a bath, my bladder is swollen, and I can't apply lubricants! ”

I used to laugh so much that I almost cramped when I heard this joke, there are always a lot of talents, and this time I told it to the people in the grave, laughing while talking, and my stomach hurt from laughing after I finished it.

"Haha......" Suddenly there was an ethereal and crisp girl's chuckle in his ears.

I snorted, there was no one around, and when I looked at the tombstone again, I saw another whirlwind appear, this time for a longer time, and it was shaking back and forth, it seemed to be the trembling movement of the flower branches of the female ghost laughing!

And that crisp and ethereal voice came from this whirlwind!

Suddenly, a creepy feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, and the wine woke up at this moment, and I was ready to get up and run away.

But there was no movement around, and the cold whirlwind never came at me. I wondered, but I had the audacity to stay, and asked at the tombstone, "Were you laughing just now?" ”

For a long time, there was no response.

The sequelae of alcohol are still there, is it just a auditory hallucination, so I took out cinnabar from my trouser pocket and applied cinnabar near my ears, nostrils, and corners of my mouth to prevent evil things from invading my six senses.

I thought to myself: What am I afraid of, I am also half a ghost hunter, and when I meet a ghost, I should be afraid of me. Fortunately, I didn't run away just now, otherwise I would have been embarrassed in front of the ghost.

I stayed and continued, "I don't know if it's a hallucination, but since I can sense the laughter, it means you should have heard it, so I'll continue." I'll tell you a ...... Let's tell a meat joke! ”

I said with a little **** smile, I don't know why, I suddenly have this feeling in my heart.

Maybe it's a little unbearable in the face of a beautiful girl who hasn't been in love.,I'm single.,Beautiful girls were also single when they were alive.,This man is not bad.、Women don't love it!

Although the age difference is a bit big, it's not that big, and even if it's a female ghost, I think it's okay to flirt with a female ghost.

If there is another unfinished ghost love or a Chinese ghost story, it can be regarded as a vigorous love.

After all, my feeling about marriage and love nowadays is that it will be easier for me to fall in love with a female ghost than with a woman.

As long as the female ghost has a good impression of you, she will be desperate to entangle you.

And women will consider a lot, economic conditions, looks, appearance, personality, family environment and many other factors.

"If you don't object, then I'll take you as a default, I'll start talking, if you think it's abrupt, you can cover your ears and don't listen." I looked at the tombstone carefully and made sure there were no visions before I began.

"In the black alley where you can't see your fingers, a beautiful girl is coerced by knife-wielding gangsters to undress, there is no one around, and it is useless to shout. The girl dared to resist, so she took off her sweater, thinking that it was time to take off her underwear below, and what would she do if she was about to be seen in a while. When she was struggling with her heart, the gangster said to let her wear it. The girl was puzzled, but put on the sweater anyway. When she put it on, the gangster ordered her to take it off again, and so on a hundred times, and the girl was tortured crying and asked the gangster what he wanted. The gangster was silent for a long time and then said, 'Don't speak, look how beautiful static electricity is!' I'm done! Do you feel uncomfortable? ”

I asked cautiously.

A slight cold wind swayed back and forth in front of the tombstone, and it seemed to be smiling again. But no sound reached my ears anymore.

I don't know if the female ghost deliberately covered her voice, or if the cinnabar covered the six senses and played a role.

"I'll tell you one more!" Seeing the response from the tombstone, I became even bolder.

I said, "It's not a joke, it's self-deprecating. I picked up a magic lamp and made a wish: I could find a girlfriend before I died, and it turned out that the magic lamp gave me eternal life! ”

When I finished, I let out a long sigh!