"You murderer, if you hadn't called my mother, my mother wouldn't have had an accident!" I held on to her, just like I wanted to fight to the death with her.

The woman didn't have the slightest look on her face, and kept muttering: "It's so scary, the people are gone!" It's scary, the people are gone!

Later, the second sister came, and she picked up her mother's body from the ground little by little. I couldn't stand it with a shallow stomach, and my stomach turned over and cried.

People died in the summer, and according to the rules of the hometown, they had to be buried at home for three days. But my mother's corpse was all in pieces, and I could smell the smell of the corpse decomposing under the thick bedding. So I stopped at home for a day, invited the Taoist priest who sang the Tao, and prepared to be buried.

There is a saying in my hometown that if you die too miserably, you will become a ghost and ask for your life, and the servants feel unlucky, and they are unwilling to carry the coffin. The second sister was so talkative that she invited four elderly coffin bearers.

On the day of the funeral, there was something I never told outsiders, not even my dearest second sister. Because, even if I say it, eighty percent of them will not be believed, and even I can't believe it, and it will become a nightmare in my heart in the future. Countless times I woke up from my sleep in the middle of the night, dreaming of this scene that day.

On the day of the funeral, a lot of people came. According to the etiquette, my sisters and I had to kneel down and perform filial piety to those who came to mourn.

The room where my mother was mortuary was so stuffy that the heat and ashes of the burning paper were so breathless that I couldn't support it, so I ran to the kitchen to scoop water and drink. Through the glass window of the kitchen, I saw a woman standing in the crowd.

That woman was very special, in those days, she wore a floral light brown cheongsam, and her hair was tied up at the back. She stood out in the middle of a crowd dressed in black and gray, and I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. The person next to her blocked her face so that I couldn't see her features clearly. Who will be among the relatives? I was a little curious, so I ran to the door after drinking the water.

Strange to say, as soon as I came out, the woman immediately turned away, leaving me with only a back. It's a back that I've never seen before, and the cheongsam woman walks in a strange way, her legs seem to be injured, and she walks swaying. I followed two steps and watched her move to the bamboo grove behind the house.

I was just about to follow to the bamboo forest next to the house when I was stopped by a shout.

"Drawable!" It was the morning light that called me.

"Don't be too sad." He came to comfort me.

"Did you see a woman in a cheongsam just now?" I asked him.

He didn't understand what I was talking about and shook his head.

I suddenly felt a shock in my heart, as if something was blocked in my chest.

"I just saw a woman in a cheongsam who walked into the bamboo forest."

Chenguang trotted a few steps and turned to the bamboo forest behind. Without blinking, he ran out again.

Who is it? There was no one, presumably Murakami, who may have gone. ”

I didn't care, and went back to burning paper. Strange to say, I looked at the bamboo forest behind the house from the glass window of the back room, and saw the figure in a cheongsam again.

The Taoist priests began to go overboard, and everyone ran to the door and began to kneel. I sneaked to the bamboo forest behind me alone and saw the woman. The woman was leaning against a bamboo, her back to me.

Who are you?

I asked, but she didn't answer me. I took a step closer and patted her on the shoulder.