[Soul Ferry] I see ghosts every day at work

Xia Dongqing fell into a drowsy sleep when he heard the mobile phone beside the bed ringing non-stop. He touched the mobile phone with his eyes closed, and when he put it to his ear, he heard Wang Xiaoya's "Hedong Lion Roar": "Xia Dongqing, hurry to our school , with Ah Hai's jade pendant, this concubine has found a clue!"

The phone was hung up, and Xia Dongqing, half awake, took a long time to digest Wang Xiaoya's words - there was a clue to A Hai's life experience, and the clue was in her school.

After realizing what happened, Xia Dongqing sat up from the bed with a "chuckle", checked the call records to make sure that she was not dreaming, and hurriedly got up to freshen up, and rushed to Wang Xiaoya's school as quickly as possible.

As soon as she arrived at the school gate, she saw Wang Xiaoya holding her mobile phone and pacing back and forth with an anxious expression on her face. When she saw Xia Dongqing, she hurried up to meet him and handed a leaflet in front of his eyes: "Look, Dongqing."

Xia Dongqing took the leaflet and read it carefully. It was a very ordinary list of publicity lectures. On the front were some promotional slogans, the time and place of the lecture, etc., and on the back was the introduction of the speaker, who seemed to be a well-known calligrapher. Unfortunately, Xia Dongqing I don't know, other than that, there is nothing special about this leaflet.

"Why show me this? Didn't you say that there are clues to Ah Hai's life experience?"

Wang Xiaoya shook her head regretfully. She knew that with Xia Dongqing's observation skills, she would not be able to see the important clues in the leaflet.She grabbed Xia Dongqing's hand and turned the flyer over, pointing to the speaker's photo printed on the back: "Look at the one hanging around his neck."

Xia Dongqing squinted her eyes and looked at the about one-inch-sized photo of the presenter—the old man in a white Tang suit clasped his hands on the table, and on his chest was a green jade pendant. If you looked carefully, you could see It turns out that this jade pendant is a semicircle.

Xia Dongqing looked at Wang Xiaoya in disbelief, and Wang Xiaoya nodded at him desperately. When she saw the leaflet, she never thought that she would see such a similar half jade pendant so soon.

"The calligrapher's lecture has already started, and it will not end until 10:30. The person in charge of the lecture is the senior of our department. I have told him that when the lecture is over, let's meet with the calligrapher. At that time, you took Ah Hai’s half piece of jade and asked him, maybe he could know something.”

While talking, Wang Xiaoya dragged Xia Dongqing to the school auditorium, and the two quietly entered the auditorium where the speech was in full swing. An old calligrapher of about seventy years old was standing on the stage and telling the students interesting stories about his life.

The old calligrapher's surname is Fang, a native of Jiangsu, from a scholarly family. The Fang family is a big family with a long history in the local area, and it still has a certain status in the literary world.In an era when traditional culture is increasingly being replaced by electronic technology, Mr. Fang has been committed to promoting and revitalizing traditional Chinese literature and art.

Mr. Fang has rich experience and witty words. At the end of the lecture, there was thunderous applause. Like other students, Xia Dongqing was immersed in the wonderful life of the old man. If Wang Xiaoya hadn't pulled him towards the podium, he would have almost forgotten today The purpose of coming is not to listen to a good lecture.

Wang Xiaoya found his senior, and the senior led them to the backstage where Mr. Fang was resting. As soon as Xia Dongqing entered the door, he saw the green jade hanging around the neck of the old man sitting drinking water. almost exactly the same!

The senior didn't know the original intention of the two of them looking for Mr. Fang, so he only introduced to the old man that they were two students who were passionate about calligraphy.

Mr. Fang was kind and kind. He got up and shook hands with Wang Xiaoya and Xia Dongqing, expressing his gratitude to the young people for their love of calligraphy.

Xia Dongqing's face became hot for a while, and she always felt that she had cheated the old man, and then she said guiltily: "Professor Fang, I'm sorry, we are not students who study calligraphy, and I came to you today for something else."

When Mr. Fang heard Xia Dongqing, he couldn't hide his disappointment, but after seeing the jade pendant Xia Dongqing took out, he was overwhelmed with surprise, grabbed his hand and asked, "You... where did you get this jade pendant?"

The old man's reaction was obviously that he knew about the jade pendant, so Xia Dongqing half-truthfully described the matter of getting the jade pendant to Mr. Fang.

After listening to Xia Dongqing's words, the elderly man was full of emotions, and his eyes were moist: "Unexpectedly, what I thought I would never be able to find in my life can be found by me before stepping into the coffin. I am also worthy of the ancestors of the Fang family."

With trembling hands, the old man took off the jade pendant around his neck, and put it together with the half piece in Xia Dongqing's hand. They fit perfectly, and a complete traditional Chinese character "Fu" appeared before his eyes.

Xia Dongqing smiled suddenly, she must have found Ah Hai's background.

Ah Hai's name is actually not Ah Hai, Fang Chongwen is his name recorded in Fang's family tree.

During the late Qing and early Ming Dynasties, the tide of studying abroad arose. Although the Fang family was a traditional scholarly family, they were also willing to accept new cultures.At that time, Ah Hai, that is, Fang Chongwen, embarked on the road of studying abroad.Unexpectedly, the ocean-going ship he was on died at sea, and all the bones of the crew were gone.

Fang Lao's ancestor is Fang Chongwen's only younger brother, and he has always been worried about his brother's death. It is his lifelong wish to find his brother's bones and the other half of the jade pendant passed down from Fang's family. This wish could not be fulfilled during his lifetime. He entrusted it to his son to pass it down from generation to generation, just like the Fang family's mission.

In addition to contributing his strength to the calligraphy world, Fang Lao's most important thing in his life is to find the other half of the jade pendant that the Fang family left behind.Until he was more than seventy years old, the things that he thought he would have no hope of accomplishing in this life turned around after a lecture.

That night, when Xia Dongqing told him about Fang Chongwen's life experience, his face could not hide the pain. He still couldn't remember what happened before he was alive, but this bond in his blood seemed to be playing a certain role in the dark. As a ghost, he has the urge to cry.

Accompanied by Wang Xiaoya, Mr. Fang went to convenience store No. 444 to retrieve Fang Chongwen's ashes.The moment the old man got the blue cloth bag, tears fell uncontrollably.

While comforting the old man, Xia Dongqing declined his thank you gift, and sent him out of the house amidst the old man's gratitude.

Looking at the back of Wang Xiaoya helping the old man to leave, the corners of Xia Dongqing's mouth raised slightly, as if warmth flowed through her heart, she blinked her eyes, which seemed to be a little moist.

"Hey, are you so moved that you're crying?" An untimely teasing sounded from behind, Xia Dongqing turned around, and sure enough, she saw Zhao Li's playful expression.

"Ah Hai has gone through so many ups and downs and is finally able to return to his roots and rest in peace. Isn't it worth being moved?" Probably because Zhao officials are used to his indifferent attitude towards ghosts, and Xia Dongqing didn't respond to his reaction like this. Little surprise.

"If you want to be touched like this, then I have to cry like an idiot for 360 days out of 360 five days a year, and I rest for the other five days." Zhao Li waved his hands in front of Xia Dongqing's eyes with a look of disdain.

Xia Dongqing waved away the slap in front of her eyes, curled her lips: "Wang Xiaoya is right, you are really cold-blooded and ruthless."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Zhao Li shook his index finger with a disapproving look on his face, "I'm wrong again, I'm not human, of course I'm not as emotional as you."

"Aren't you human?" Xia Dongqing looked Zhao Li up and down, "Yes, you are a ghost messenger, a ferryman for souls, but before you became a ghost messenger? Are you not human? You jumped out of a rock?"

Xia Dongqing was also curious about Zhao Li's past, but he didn't want to say it, and he couldn't help it. At this moment, he blurted out the doubt in his heart again unintentionally.

I thought Zhao Li would talk about it or just ignore him, but I didn't expect Zhao Li's expression to suddenly become serious: "Holly, it's not that ghosts don't have feelings, but they can't have them. We are not human, we do it Things cannot be measured by feelings, after going through too many life and death, feelings are already a luxury for us."

Xia Dongqing froze for a moment, never thought that Zhao Li would confide his heart to himself so frankly, mixed with helpless and hopeless words, piercing his heart like a needle, lightly, it hurts a little, but it doesn't seem to hurt that much.

Rubbing her heart subconsciously, Xia Dongqing pursed her lips, feeling faintly that there seemed to be many stories in Zhao Li's past.

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