I Fell in Love After Becoming a Ghost

When the sky in June says it will change its face, it will change its face.

The sun was still high when the funeral was held in the morning, but it turned into a downpour at noon.

Many people stood in the oppressive and solemn cemetery, wearing black clothes and umbrellas, a scene of mourning.

Not far away, there were heart-rending girls crying, holding black and white photos in their hands and crying deafeningly.

The young man in the photo has a pair of peach blossom eyes, even if it is a black and white photo, it is difficult to conceal the blush at the end of the eyes.

The thin and perfectly curved lips under the straight nose bridge, even if you don't smile, you will have a smile, and the mood of the viewer will float.

It was a most handsome face.

At this moment, the owner of the face was sitting on the tombstone, his legs dangling in the air and shaking back and forth.

The rain passed through his body and hit the tombstone, and the corner of his mouth curled into a taunt. The sadness that seemed real and fake in front of him was not as good as the fans who were stopped by the security guard crying sincerely.

Jiang also looked at the crowd, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

Before he died, as a top performer in the entertainment industry, he didn't even know how he became popular.

Then fans poured in overwhelmingly, and he was caught off guard.

It's not uncommon for girlfriend fans and wife fans, but there are still a bunch of mother fans who are younger than me and call me sons and daughters every day.

This made Jiang, who thought he could pull willows out of his potential, extremely angry.

Become a black fan and join your own fan camp:

"What are you talking about liking Jiang? Isn't it just a face? If you are handsome and can be eaten, can you be a son? Isn't this a generation away from others?"

"..."

"Goose! Mom misses you, come back soon! Mom wants to see you dance, act, sing, belch——"

"Zizai, I'm really jealous of beauty, my son is just on fire, why is God so hard-nosed, white-haired people give black-haired people—"

"Brother, we love you! Do you hear that? No matter where you are, we will always love you!"

"..."

Jiang also twitched the corner of his mouth.

Except for the one called brother at the end, those mother fans who got involved in raising cubs in front of them were too deep into the drama. This tiger and wolf words almost made Anbao laugh.

However, an inexplicable emotion surged into his heartless body, and Jiang also jumped off the tombstone. He knew the girl who suddenly fell to the ground outside, and kicked him several small fans in the fan group.

Passed out from crying.

Jiang also looked at the so-called relatives and friends in front of the tombstone. He was an orphan during his lifetime, without father or mother. When he had no money, he had no relatives.

Those from the brokerage company, those who have worked with them, those who have not, all kinds of people came.

The major media took pictures in front, and everyone bowed their heads in grief and remained silent.

Jiang also had no expression on his face. These people added up, and I'm afraid that none of the girls who were stopped outside were crying really.

People die when they die.

To be sad is to feel that the world is impermanent, tomorrow the rain will stop and the sky will clear, so he will be forgotten by the world.

Jiang also walked a few more steps, wanting to see how the crying fans were doing, but just after taking a few steps, he was bounced back by an inexplicable force in the air.

Go again, still.

He tried both front, back, left, and right, and it was about the radius of the tombstone... two meters away.

The hand unconsciously met the media friend next to him, and the transparent palm passed through the machine held high and slid across the reporter's chest.

"Ah Chirp!" The man sneezed and chatted with his colleague next to him.

"I think this shot is almost the same. It's raining. I feel like I'm going to catch a cold."

"No, it's raining so heavily in such a beautiful day, and the temperature difference is too big, which is bad luck for this place. I think it's almost time to evacuate."

Several reporters closed the camera.

Jiang also sat on his stele and watched the crowd with different expressions. As soon as the reporter withdrew, the true and false sadness became apparent.

Looking at it, the one who cried the saddest was his little assistant who had been by his side since he entered the industry - Li Xiaoou.

The young man was crying out of breath, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Jiang, who watched it, wanted to be reborn for a while and give him some of the inheritance.

As for the others, there must have been really sad ones, but nothing touched them.

From this point of view, he can be regarded as a ruthless person.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, followed by lightning and thunder.

Everyone saw that it was almost the same, and they dispersed.

There are only a few family members who are crying and have no energy left in front of other steles in the cemetery of Zhuanda.

When Jiang Ye appeared here for the first time in this state, he thought he would meet many of the same kind.

After staying for a day, I am a ghost by myself.

It is also strange.

Bored and waiting for reincarnation, this body can't touch anything, can't go anywhere, no one can see him, and he can't be touched by anyone.

I don't know when to see the King of Hades and when to cross the Naihe Bridge.

Look up at the sky, who doesn't miss the world.

But life and death are up to him, and he can't help it.

The sky is getting darker, until the black horizon connects the sky where the downpour has no sign of stopping.

Jiang was also a little anxious.

Mainly fear.

Don't look at him who is usually bluffing, but he is actually the most timid, afraid of the dark, thunder, and ghosts.

Now I am even afraid of myself.

He looked at the eerie cemetery with no one in it, and he didn't miss the world at all.

He wants to be reincarnated, whether it is heaven or hell, some kind of ghost must come to pick him up.

He didn't want to be scared out of his wits like this lonely ghost.

I have died once, and I can't stand the torture.

Mental fears can be much scarier than physical changes.

The rain continued until midnight.

The lightning strikes were vigorous and vigorous, and they were always testing Jiang Ye's bottom line of being scared to death again.

When he was on the verge of collapse and wanted to ascend to heaven immediately, he saw a figure walking over with heavy steps under an umbrella on a path not far away.

Jiang also felt that there was nothing happier than seeing a living person in a cemetery in the middle of the night.

I hope that the tombstone of the loved ones who are mourning will be closer to me, so that people who come here will talk about it more, which is equivalent to indirectly accompanying me.

Then he saw that tall and slender figure standing in front of his monument.

Men are tall.

Jiang also sat on the stele and raised his head, just in time to see his jawline hidden under the umbrella.

Perfect lines, a handsome young guy.

Jiang was so bored that even men began to study it.

After waiting for a while, Jiang also thought he was looking at the photo and name on the stele, but the result was one point, five points, ten points... 10 minutes passed, and the man remained motionless, still standing in front of the stele.

Jiang, who was looking forward to someone coming just a second ago, was a little timid. Now, there shouldn't be people staying at the tomb robbery these days, right?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if there was a hole in the sky, and it kept pouring down torrential rain.

Thunder and lightning exploded in his ears, and Jiang also shivered in fright.

The man standing in front of his tombstone finally moved.

The umbrella in the man's hand fell, and his soft, thick black hair was instantly wet on his forehead. His drooping eyes had long since disappeared from the bottomless cold pool of the gloomy swamp, and were stained with a thick layer of despair. .

That nose, that eye, that face made Jiang, who thought he was the most handsome in the world, jump off the monument in an instant.

It's not that the handsome guy is too handsome.

Rather—this shocking business prodigy at home and abroad, Xu Zhi, who later became popular with his looks, what is he doing standing in front of his monument?

Jiang also waved his arms curiously, doing futile work.

Keep brushing the sense of presence in front of his eyes, trying to tell him, hey, boss, I have admitted the wrong person.

All the bluffing, jumping up and down, and the man in front of him knelt heavily.

The business leader who was praised by the global media and admired and feared by all the business circles just knelt in front of his grave without saying a word.

The man stared at the photo in front of the stele, his eyes full of sadness that couldn't be melted away.

The tall and straight body, which was called the most perfect figure outside the circle, seemed to be bent by the rain in an instant, with his hands propped on the ground in front of the monument, and his whole face buried.

Even if he couldn't see his face and expression, Jiang, who had acted in a drama with good empathy, felt a strong sense of despair.

From the man in front of me.

A man kneeling in front of his stele.