"Because I've never had such an experience. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" I replied, and I couldn't help but think of the gentle and kind smiles of my parents, and the sadness in my heart turned into a pain like a knife.

Anyone who encounters someone like me will begin to think about the place of the deceased after the heartbreaking moment has passed.

What is credible? Is it heaven, hell, or the underworld?

Are they doing well there?

In the long history, people have burned paper money and placed sacrifices during sacrifices, can they really live a richer and more peaceful life in the other world?

If I could, I would do whatever it was.

I think others are like me, even if these are just legends, they are willing to do their best to hold on to even the slightest bit of hope. Because I don't know, I can't see, and I can't see through it, so I can't spend all my mental energy, so I can only pin on this kind of empty hope, which is really a feeling of despair.

"Well...... Liqing thought for a while and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter, as long as your intentions are true, no matter what you do, you will not be rejected by the ghost world." ”

I felt that I had grasped a glimmer of hope, and hurriedly asked, "Sister Liqing, is the thing we burned in the past really useful?" What the hell should I do to make their lives better over there? ”

Liqing is a "non-human", she knows a lot more than me, and it is really the best to have this opportunity to ask her.

However, Li Qing shook her head and said, "I don't know this, I can't enter the ghost world, and they can't get out, who knows what it's like inside?" ”

In fact, I have asked Lichun and them privately this question, and they all said that they didn't know, and now even Liqing said that they didn't know, I think there should be no answer to this question.

What else? It can only be done according to custom, whether they work or not, at least it is a summary of human experience for a long time. Maybe these traditions were handed down by a human being in ancient times with the prompting of gods and ghosts, and I don't want my parents to be wronged in that world because of my mistakes.

As he spoke, before he knew it, the train let out a long chirp, slowly pulled into the station, and stopped.

It's still that small station, and it's been many, many years old, but when I get off the train with my bags on my back again, I don't feel like I'm coming home anymore.

When was the last time you got off at this stop? It seems to be my gap/year, a year after graduation, I don't work, I pack my bags and travel where I want to go. The children of my family attach great importance to Gap/year, and after graduation, the family sponsors them to travel for a year, and I am no exception. I chose Europe and South America, and lived in Europe and South America for a while, where I gained a lot of knowledge and made many memories that will last a lifetime.

However, no matter where you wander, you will feel homesick in the dead of night. When I think that I still have to go back, I feel that my heart is stable and I have the strength to keep going. On the day I went home, in addition to reluctance, there was more excitement. When I got off the train at this small station, my father stood up from the bench on the platform and waved at me.

He seemed to be wearing a long gray woolen coat at the time, so it was probably in late winter and early spring. That scene is stuck in my memory like a photo, and it can't be washed away at any time.

And at this moment, when I saw the empty benches on the platform, my heart suddenly became empty, and I instantly found that I had become a wanderer who drifted with the flow, and there was no longer a root.

"Then, where?" Liqing tilted her head and looked at me with cat-like eyes.

Then I remembered that I am not alone, and I can't be in such a casual daze.

"Sister Liqing, I can't go back to my home, so I can only grieve you to go to a hotel with me to stay." I replied with some embarrassment.

"Huh? It's a pity. Liqing replied absentmindedly. I don't think she cares where she lives.

I hailed a taxi, opened the door and asked the boss to sit in the back seat and I sat in the passenger seat. After I sat down, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, because sitting next to each other on the train, the faint fragrance of her body always penetrated my nose and made me nervous unconsciously.

Usually in the bar, I can't be so close to the boss, and only when I pass by, can I feel the faint fragrance. But today, when we sit side by side for a few hours, the sweet smell is not like nothing, but can be described as "fumigation".

This does not mean that her fragrance is strong, but rather that it is very delicate and full of natural freshness, as if mixed with floral, grassy and pine notes. However, the fresh scent enveloped me, and somehow it made my heart pound.

Since the time of boredom, my senses seem to have become more and more acute.

I peeked behind me, and Li Qing was facing sideways, curiously admiring the street scene that quickly retreated through the glass.

The small city I grew up in should be regarded as a northern city because it is in Jiangbei, with four distinct seasons, ice and snow in winter. However, the city does not look as rugged and heroic as a typical northern city, but rather has a bit of the beauty of a small southern town.

The trees on the street are not tall and straight poplars and tung trees, but willows, which are enchanting and soft, and look exceptionally soft. There are many willow trees because the city has a lot of water, rivers and lakes, and there are springs underground, which is very rare in the north.

Only the new districts of the city have been built very modernly, and the old town still retains much of its old style. Remnants of all eras have been preserved, and some historic sculptures sit leisurely in the middle of the road.

In every corner, a story can be told.

In my heart, I love my hometown deeply, and I never thought that one day this place would become my sad place.

I directed the driver to take us to the only five-star hotel in the center of the old town, after all, she is the owner, she can't be wronged, and I don't want her to be unhappy in any way.

It is also relatively close to the cemetery, which is on the outskirts of the old town and can be reached in just 20 minutes by taxi.

"Well, Shining, this city is good!" Liqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, looking down at the lake view downstairs, and couldn't help but express her heartfelt admiration.

I stood not far away, looking at her silhouette, and somehow felt that she was particularly good-looking today.

In the depths of my heart, there is a deep sense of gratitude for her accompanying me back, no matter what reason she decided to come here.