Grass every year

【Grass grass every year, streamer light every year, sleep from spring to dusk, blue hair grows together with hatred】

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My name is Han Yan, my surname is Chu, and I am a wild ghost wandering around mass graves.I am a ghost with a shallow fate, and I made a living with flesh and blood, except for showing off my appearance and playing the pipa, I am not good at anything else.The mass grave is next to the former battlefield, and the disobedient prisoners are all buried here. There is a lot of hostility here, the ghost is a fierce ghost, and the soul is a resentful soul. A lowly person like me is used to lying down and being a small person, and I don’t have a big posture Look up to, let alone others.Therefore, I can't talk about going with the lonely and wild ghosts in the mass graves.I often feel bored, but I stubbornly refuse to reincarnate—I didn’t want to go in the past, but now I can’t.

In the first ten years, my hands were not stained with blood, and occasionally I would save some mortals who strayed in.I am timid, I have always disliked seeing blood and killing people, but that day I made an exception.

It was a young man with a jade-like face and handsome eyebrows. He was probably lured into a ghost's lair by a fox in the mountains, and his eyes were still a little dazed when he walked.He walked forward. At this time, I was lying on the ground looking for my scattered limbs. My left eye was wrapped around his feet, covered in a layer of dust.The young man seemed to be awake, and his frightened eyes reflected my prostrate posture.I knew my appearance was very hideous, so I put my scattered feet back under my body, tried my best to put on a harmless expression, and told him that I would take him away.

He sewed up my limbs, and the ugly crooked stitches spread all over my body.As the dusk fell, I found an old paper umbrella and put it on top of my head, and took him to the abandoned courtyard at the foot of the mountain ahead.He bent down and patted the corner of his clothes, as if he wanted to pat his bad luck away.The twilight faded, the stars were slightly exposed, and I recovered a little spirit. The withered and stumped limbs were vivid, and the winding needles and threads disappeared. When he raised his eyes, he was stunned.

I smiled at him: "There are still ghosts wandering around at night, when it dawns, the young master will leave immediately."

"Among the ghosts and monsters, there are also good ones."

I lowered my head in fear, and shook my head again and again: "Such a word, cold smoke can't afford it, ghosts are despicable, and nothing can compare to human beings."

The tone of voice is too humble, as if he is inferior, humble in life, and will only be more unbearable after death.A person like me was born with a dirty sin as small as dust, and committed crimes blatantly during his lifetime, so dismembering the corpse in the wilderness is the inevitable result.I can't have doubts, because I am a person who is born to bear the responsibility. I should forgive others who insult me, and reflect on myself when others abandon me. I am always wrong.Thousands of tiny sins cannot be erased even by death, so there is only redemption, redemption, constant redemption, morning and evening, rain and snow.

They say I'm guilty, so I'm guilty.

"The night is really long."

The young man sighed.

I fetched the pipa from the room, and sat down hesitantly: "Han Yan can still play a few tunes, but the melodious music can't be played on the table, I'm afraid it will pollute your ears."

The young man laughed heartily and told me not to worry too much.

I played the mournful little tune that I was used to playing in the library, hoping from the bottom of my heart that this vulgar melody could accompany people through the long night.Except for me, everyone is clean, bright, and noble like a god. To them, I should dedicate a small and humble flame like a wax torch.

The young man beat the time to the tune, and I finished playing the last little tune, but it was still a long time before dawn.A shivering dread seized me, the song was finished, and I knew nothing but the song, what else could I do to pass the long dull night, I was deeply ashamed of my incompetence, and was troubled by There is no new idea, but the young man said: "You are still not very sleepy, why do you always have a frightened expression, what were you like when you were a human being?"

In fact, I don't really want to talk about it, but after all, it was proposed by others, and I have no position to refuse.

So let's talk about it, Mo Ke Nai is meticulous and attentive.

Just like before.

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