Ghost Love, Marriage Line

After a movie ended, most of the audience walked out of the movie theater while talking about the interesting plots in the movie. Only I was floating in the empty auditorium watching them go out one by one, and I even just went out of the movie. I have almost forgotten what the story was told, and it really underestimates the fruits of their labor for the filmmakers and actors, but anyway, I am already a ghost, and no one will accuse me.

The movie ended, and soon a new movie started, and the audience was seated again, and I looked at the curtain again.

My daily life is basically like this.

Listening to the excitement in my ears made me feel even more lonely.

So I've always wanted to go to a quiet place, where I could be in a daze quietly, but there is no quiet time in this bustling commercial street.

I stayed in the auditorium without going anywhere until the midnight movies were over and the auditorium turned off the lights and it was dark. Then I dangled through the wall and left the cinema, and then floated under the lit street lights. Looking aimlessly at the people and cars passing by on the street.

I was floating in the soft light, but the light passed through my body and shone on the ground, leaving no trace of me, and in the eyes of these people, I did not exist.

They can't see me, I can't get involved in their lives.

It was as if I had never lived.

So sometimes I feel very annoyed that I am a lover. If it is a ghost, it is painful to be caught by ghost messengers and tortured, but at least it is better to be reincarnated than to live and die like this.

I floated up to the street lamp and sat on it, looking down at the commercial street that was still lit, swinging my transparent legs casually, and then I heard someone behind me whisper to me: "I'm going Already," the voice was light and floating, almost close to my ear, but I heard it very vaguely, and after thinking about it, I realized what I heard.

I blinked, and belatedly turned my head to look over, only to see a distant shadow of Qi Pei.

I spent a whole day at the cinema today, and I forgot about her, and I don't know how she escaped the sun.

I looked down at Qi Pei floating forward on the street, she didn't look back at me, but I could tell that she didn't seem well, she was floating weakly, like a kite that was about to fall when the wind slowed down, very weak , She was indifferent to someone passing through her body, and she didn't make a fuss at all. It seemed that she had completely accepted the fact that she was dead.

She did say in the morning that she wanted to go back and have a look. She didn't know whether to go back to the hospital or go home?I don't know if she will come back after seeing her relatives. I also forgot to tell her to be careful, but Qi Pei has already left this street. The transparent legs have not moved at all.

I have seen a lot of ghosts, and I will be caught by ghost messengers in the end. She won't be wandering like this for long. If so, what happens to her has nothing to do with me.

It's just a pity that there are no ghosts to chat with now.

I sat on top of a tall street lamp and watched Qi Pei Piaoyuan expressionlessly, and I looked up at the stars in the sky, feeling bored.

Living people need to sleep and eat, but I don’t need anything, so every day and night, I have nothing to do, wandering here and there in this street in a daze, not knowing when it will end, right? To wander around like this for hundreds of years, alas, this kind of thing is painful to think about.

However, did Qi Pei wait until she said goodbye to me before leaving?

In that case, I should have responded to her just now.

But I looked at the direction Qi Pei left, and I couldn't see her shadow anymore.

Forget it, I thought irresponsibly.

The days after that were no different. The ghost Qipei didn't have any impact on my life, but she didn't come back for several days. I guessed in my heart that she was captured by ghost messengers.I don't know if she will cry again when she goes back and sees her relatives?It should be certain, she is just a child.

It's just that everyone is going to die. Qi Pei said that she didn't want to die, she was already dead, so why not be reconciled?

Thinking about it, I really didn't have any unwillingness or obsession. I accepted the fact that I was dead without any complaints. Ideological work also reduces his work intensity.

But it's really strange, why did I accept the matter of my own death so calmly?

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