Invitation

"Can I still... stay here?" he said.

I was taken aback when I heard this, and suddenly felt a little sad.

All right.I can't afford a house in the world, and he can't afford a grave in the underworld. I guess even the ashes are hung on the wall of the funeral parlor. It's no wonder that I have to rent a broken house together as a snail boy after I become a ghost. of.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was not good for him to hold out his hand all the time, so I gave his hand vainly—I didn't expect that I could touch him, and the touch was as cold as ice.

I said, "No problem, you can live as you like, and I will pay the utility bills. Well, can I live outside? Let's understand each other."

He tilted his head in doubt, and his body like a mist of feathers moved closer. At that moment, I trembled as if I had been thrown into an ice cellar—I’m afraid it’s the second best thing, the point is that it’s too fucking cold.

This is liquid nitrogen, right?

My lips were purple, and I tremblingly squeezed out a sentence: "Let go...cold..."

He turned his head to look at me, found that something was wrong with me, quickly let go of me, and stepped aside.

As soon as he let me go, I felt better.I got up and found a coat to wrap it around, and looked at him for a long time, he seemed to have an innocent face, and said, "...I just want to hug you."

I sighed, I was really not afraid at all after tossing for a long time, I said: "You still said that you will not harm me, if you let it go later, I will become quick-frozen, how can you tell me to look directly at the supermarket in the future?" The quick-frozen dumplings, how hopeless the moment they were thrown into the freezer."

I wrapped it up for a long time, but it was still cold, so I said, "Are you afraid of light? Are you afraid of heat? Do you mind if I want to turn on the little sun?"

He shook his head.So I went over and turned on the little sun and sat in front of it to warm my hands.

He said behind my back, "I want to...follow you."

no.I still had to face him directly, and it was too scary to turn my back on him, but it was better to look at the face.

I turned around and asked him, "Did we know each other in the previous life? You don't look like you're here to seek revenge."

He looked at me for a long time and said, "I...I don't remember."

I was stunned: "Huh?"

With a blank expression on his face, he repeated: "I don't remember."

I said, "Then do you remember who you were in your previous life? Why didn't you?"

He glanced at me, his eyes were empty and bewildered, after a while, he shook his head, his loose black hair trembling like satin.

He spoke slowly, "I...don't know."

I looked at him, a little sad, a little desperate.

I feel sad that he is a lonely ghost who has forgotten his origin and nowhere to go. In despair, I seem to be entangled by a lonely ghost.

He saw that I hadn't spoken for a long time, and called me: "Bai Zhou..."

I raised my head and asked him, "Did you cook the meals these days?"

He nodded.

I asked again: "Did you call the 120 that day?"

He nodded again.

I said: "Thank you... But you still don't follow me. It's not a problem to be so lonely. I will find a more reliable monk tomorrow, and I will do a ritual for you, and I will send you off. You go, okay?"

The passage was a bit long, and it took him a lot of effort to understand it. After a while, he seemed to come to his senses. He took a step back, expressionless, and asked me softly, "Do you want me to go?"

Seeing him like that, I couldn't bear it, so I explained: "I'm sending you away... In the next life, I will see you again when I have a chance. You try to reincarnate in my city."

With the same ignorant expression, he tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Okay."

I let out a long sigh of relief and slipped onto the chair.

He stared at me for a long time, then disappeared.

The next day I asked for a day off. I went to the temple and invited a highly respected monk. I told him repeatedly not to hurt him. I cooked dinner for several days, and when I was about to pinch a DV, I took a picture of it. It’s fine to be gentle and gentle. In the next life, I will be reincarnated into a good family. The monk promised well, but who knows this person Can't get over him at all.

That day our house was arranged in a godlike manner, the monk sat there mumbling sutras, he stood quietly in the candlelight, and even walked to the entrance of the formation on his own initiative, but there was no movement for a long time, he stood There, he lifted a piece of talisman paper that had been covering his face, and looked up at me suspiciously.

He didn't leave until the monk had finished chanting. He stood there well, illuminated by the warm yellow lights, calm and gentle, and seemed particularly compassionate.

Before the master left, he put his palms together and saluted me, and I said to him sadly, "Monks don't tell lies, master."

The mage still smiled and said, "Amitabha."

I closed the door, said nothing, and started tidying up the house.

He still stood with his head bowed.

I swept the floor to him and said, "Lift your foot... forget it, you don't need to lift it."

He looked at me silently.

I sighed and said, "I'll find a Taoist priest next time."

He didn't speak, and after a while, he said softly, "Ah Zhou...it hurts just now."

I paused and didn't speak again.

I kept telling myself in my heart that he was a ghost, and even for his own good, I had to be ruthless enough to save him.

I didn't dare to look back at him, so I just said, "I'll ask if there is any way to prevent you from being so hurt."

He said: "Okay."

Facts have proved that Taoism is not good either. After several tosses and struggles, he remained motionless and walked like flying. However, the process of superseding is sometimes the same as that of punishment. I was afraid that he would directly vaporize when I encountered a hard-core mage. God took it away.

He was quite happy, lying among a pile of bottles and talisman papers, and said to me: "I can't go."

I was very upset, and replied to him: "Yes."

He turned his head and looked at me quietly.

He asked me, "Do you want to...let me go?"

I threw the talisman scrolls into the trash can, washed the bottles and cans, and swept the floor.

After working for a long time, I said: "If you really can't leave, just stay and let's think of a way."