Ghost Love, Marriage Line

A Mao stared at me with a pair of black eyes, watching me stare at it blankly, and bowed my head very low.No matter how wronged it is, it can't deceive me. Its tail wagged and slammed the floor, fully revealing how happy it is.

I really don't know what this stupid dog wants to do, I just follow Xiao Ran to work, and it's not like I won't come back.

The way it looks really makes me a little unbearable.

But it's a pity, compared to the poor cat, I still think it's more important to stay with Xiao Ran and get in touch with her more to remind me of what happened when I was alive.

"Amao, Amao," I called out Amao's name with a smirk.What a strange name, it is obviously a big dog, but it has to be called A Mao.

Ah Mao didn't understand my malicious intentions, but circled around me excitedly, which immediately made me feel very frustrated.

I'm really bored enough to bully a dog here.

I looked down at the red line on my little finger, because Xiao Ran and I were far away, the color of the red line was already very light, and I saw that the time had come, so I waved goodbye to A Mao.

"I'm leaving," I said, and ran away through the wall without looking back, chasing Xiao Ran in the direction of the red line.

As for whether Mao will continue to make noise in the room, I really can't control it. Although this behavior of running away is a bit spineless, I don't feel ashamed at all.Anyway, only Amao knows, so will it still complain?

I chased along the red line and found Xiao Ran who was waiting for the bus at the stop where I got off yesterday.Probably because Xiao Ran came earlier and there were not many people waiting for the bus, so Xiao Ran sat on the roadside chair and waited for the bus, lowered her head and took out a small mirror from her satchel to play with her hair.

Xiao Ran is really a beautiful woman. From the outside, no one can tell that she is a patient, and the man waiting for the bus next to her is still secretly looking at her.It's just why Xiao Ran refuses to cure her illness, and obviously doesn't like Xiao Mingqing, but why does she still force herself to be with him?

I really can't figure out why Xiao Ran wants to ask for trouble like this, and I can't figure out why.It would be great if ghosts could possess people like in the movie, and I could communicate with Xiao Ran by possessing a person, or even a cat, as long as Xiao Ran was not scared into a heart attack. It doesn't matter if I attach to a person or a dog, at least not like now, she can't see me, can't feel me, I can only follow her wanderingly.To have such wild thoughts, it seems that I really spent too much time in a daze in the movie theater in the past two years.

But I forgot again, I am not a ghost.

Alas, I can't be blamed for this, after all, apart from not being afraid of the sun and being able to see the marriage lines that implicate couples, there is actually no difference between me and ghosts.

Moreover, I have only seen such things as ghosts on the body in movies.The work efficiency of the bull-headed ghost is very high. In the two years I stayed in the commercial street, I didn't see any ghost that could escape his palm. .Of course, it may be that I have been trapped in the commercial street all the time, and I have not seen it yet because of my short-sightedness.

I sat in the empty seat next to Xiao Ran and waited for the bus with her. Xiao Ran could lower her head and play with her mobile phone to pass the time. I had nothing to do, so I sat next to her and looked at her mobile phone screen. Xiao Ran was playing with her mobile phone It's a small game, but she reacts a little slower and always fails to pass the level. I am a little anxious when I watch it.

"You are so stupid, even more stupid than Amao," I touched her head to head, expressing my contempt for her very shamelessly.

She couldn't hear anyway.

Xiao Ran played for a while, but it was too late to pass the level, and I felt frustrated, so I put my phone away. I subconsciously raised my head to look at her, and looked at Xiao Ran's side face in front of me. She was not having fun, of course not. How happy I would be, but when I saw her depressed look, I subconsciously and completely involuntarily murmured: "Why are you so stupid."

Like a fool.

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