Walk with ghosts

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2018年9月30日晚上23:59分。

In the dim room, Zhang Xiaoxin lay upright, closed his eyes, and counted silently in his heart, 57, 58, 59——

The moment the phone screen turned to 00:00, the familiar dizziness hit Zhang Xiaoxin.

He was instantly relieved.

几秒后，他睁开眼，屏幕上显示时间为2018年9月24日00:00.

Day1

Moon Festival.

Zhang Xiaoxin, who doesn't have to go to school, sleeps until he wakes up naturally.

Turn on the computer and put on headphones to play games without eating.

After a few games, it was already dark.

In the evening, I made an appointment with my classmate Xia Xia, but I didn't expect Xia Xia's call to come in first: "Brother, I can't make the call."

Zhang Xiaoxin: "Dove again?"

"I can't help it, my mother is out, I have to watch my sister." Xia Tian said helplessly, and the childish laughter of the little girl came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, next time."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xiaoxin thought of someone.This person is an alumnus of the same class. He was originally a junior high school classmate of Xia Tian. He has good skills, so he was brought to play games by Xia Tian. Although Zhang Xiaoxin has his QQ, he has met twice in the Internet cafe, and has never spoken in private.

Zhang Xiaoxin thought for a while, and sent a message to the other party: "Is it black at night?"

The other end is always offline, and there is no reply to the message after waiting for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoxin unwrapped the package of mooncakes, five yuan each, the egg yolk was so dry that it stuck in his throat, and the skin was too sweet, after two bites he found it too greasy, so he threw it into the trash can.

He fell on the bed, aimless, not knowing what to think.

Day1-1

"happy mid-Autumn Festival."

As soon as Zhang Xiaoxin opened his eyes, Wu Ming stood by the bed and looked at him. He got up, and the early morning chill forced him to put on a coat.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the place where I died."

At the corner of the house, on the empty sidewalk, Wu Ming pointed to a large area of ​​red, "That's where a car lost control and hit me, and then escaped."

"You want me to find the driver who caused the accident?" He said with embarrassment: "This policeman will do it faster than me."

Wu Ming asked back: "Have you never thought about why I am near your house?"

"Yeah, why are you here?" As far as Zhang Xiaoxin knew, Wu Mingjia didn't seem to be in this area.

Wu Ming wanted to show off, and said mysteriously, "Come with me."

He took Zhang Xiaoxin to a pile of trash cans nearby, and ordered: "I want you to find an envelope, and if you find it, you can know what I was thinking when I was killed. You'd better start quickly, because five Auntie will come to take away the garbage at one o’clock.”

Zhang Xiaoxin sighed, "You just tell me what you're thinking, and it's so troublesome." As he said so, he rolled up his sleeves and threw himself into the arms of the garbage dump.

The smelly Zhang Xiaoxin found the envelope that was almost completely soaked in blood from the bottom of the trash can.

"When I was hit, this envelope flew out of my hand, and was brought here by the sanitation guards later." Wu Ming said lightly.

Zhang Xiaoxin opened the envelope, and there was really a letter inside, but the contents could not be seen for a long time, only the words "September 9, Wu's name" can be seen at the inscription at the end.

"Brother, are you kidding me? What can you tell from this?" He was going to throw the letter back into the trash can, but after thinking about it, it was Wu Ming's relic, so he folded it and put it in his pocket.

Wu Ming: "Didn't you see that the letter paper is pink?"

"So what about pink..." Zhang Xiaoxin suddenly recalled: "Love letter!" He opened his mouth wide: "You were going to confess to the girl you like! So miserable?!"

After being surprised for a while, Zhang Xiaoxin sympathized: "Then you want me to tell that girl that you like her?"

Wu Ming's deep eyes were so fast that people didn't have time to think about it. He avoided the question and urged: "You go home and take a shower first, it stinks to death!"

"You ghost can't smell or smell!"

After taking a shower, Zhang Xiaoxin slept until the afternoon, and when he woke up, he saw Wu Mingpiao staring at him in the air, so scared that he almost rolled out of bed...

"If you don't bring such scary ones, you will have a heart attack." Putting on his slippers, he went to the kitchen to find something to eat. The only thing at home was the mooncake that he had bought in advance.

After thinking about it, he still took apart the mooncakes, the familiar and unpalatable taste.

Wu Ming pointed to the family portrait in the cabinet and commented: "You were cuter when you were young than you are now."

Zhang Xiaoxin was stunned for a while, and walked over to cover the front of the family portrait.

"It seems that you have never seen your parents?"

Zhang Xiaoxin chewed the hard-to-eat mooncakes, and after a long time he said, "They're all dead." This time he didn't throw away the mooncakes, and ate them whole.

Ordinarily, at times like this, those who ask questions will apologize and ask questions that shouldn't be asked. Wu Ming doesn't have this self-awareness. He doesn't seem surprised, and looks at Zhang Xiaoxin speechlessly.

Inexplicably forming an aura of opposition.

At this time, Xia Tian called: "Brother, the call cannot be made."

Zhang Xiaoxin said the old lines: "Dove again?"

"I can't help it, my mother is out, I have to watch my sister." Xia Tian said helplessly, the childish laughter of the little girl still came from the other end of the phone.

Just as Zhang Xiaoxin was about to hang up the phone, he remembered that Xia Tian's mother knew Wu Ming's parents very well, so he said, "Please help me ask if Egg Boy is coming." When he said that, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Wu Ming.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the other end to send a message: It seems that something happened to Eggboy.

Day1-2

The sudden withdrawal of consciousness caused Zhang Xiaoxin to wake up with severe pain in his head.

The tinnitus continued, he opened his eyes, went back to his bed, and heard the familiar voice of blessing: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Wu Ming calmly hugged Zhang Xiaoxin and did not let go, "I said, don't just promise the undead. Ask, or you'll be trapped."

He tightened his arms and wrapped Zhang Xiaoxin in his arms, "I want you to be with me forever."

Zhang Xiaoxin rubbed the center of his brows. In fact, from the first time Wu Ming lay on top of him, he had a faint feeling that Wu Ming was weird, but he didn't think deeply about it.The weight of the undead cannot be compared with that of a human being. Sometimes Wu Mingdao is dragging on him, but he can't even feel it.

He never thought that in the end he would become a heartless person, and he couldn't care less about the ambiguous strange posture, so he said helplessly, "So your last wish is that I can see that love letter?"

Wu Ming didn't answer, just fiddled with the broken hair on Zhang Xiaoxin's forehead, and finally sighed: "If I knew it was like this, it would be better if I died."

Zhang Xiaoxin, who hadn't had a seizure all this time, heard this sentence, and said gloomyly: "Let the living bear everything, do you call this 'good'?"

Wu Ming left his arms: "I feel good to be with you."

"Just because I saved you, something that I don't even remember?" Zhang Xiaoxin pushed him away angrily: "You don't understand me at all."

Wu Mingpiao stood in front of him, "We played a total of 120 games together, and met three times in the Internet cafe. You asked my name during the No.30 game. You are 16 years old, and your birthday is next month's NO. .16, you are poor in studies, but you are not that bad, your parents also died in a car accident, in your second year of junior high..."

"If you still want to hear, I can list many more things about you."

"..." Zhang Xiaoxin found that Wu Ming seemed to be out of his mind.

There was a firm light in Wu Ming's eyes: "I like you."

"But I don't like you." Zhang Xiaoxin replied smoothly, then opened the bag of mooncakes, took a bite, and it didn't seem that bad.

Day1-3

Time jumps to the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Zhang Xiaoxin boredly picked up an English workbook to do the questions, and when he wrote the answer C beside a question, the ghost next to him suddenly said: "This question should be chosen B, pay attention to the subjunctive mood."

Zhang Xiaoxin glanced again, and Wu Ming was right. He joked, "If you can survive the college entrance examination, maybe you can help me cheat to get into a first-class university."

Wu Ming ignored the impossibility of reality, and said, "Of course, 211 and 985 are not a problem." While speaking, he found a box of CDs on the desk.

Zhang Xiaoxin noticed that he had been silent for a long time, and followed his gaze. "Liang Zhu—Huangmei Opera" was printed on the CD box, "Grandpa and grandma brought them. When they are in good health, they will come to stay at home for a few days."

Seeing that Wu Ming was very interested, Zhang Xiaoxin put the CD into the computer's CD drive, and the two of them huddled together and looked at it.

Zhang Xiaoxin felt drowsy, turned his head to look at Wu Ming, saw him staring intently, full of interest, and not tired at all, couldn't help laughing and said: "You are young, and your hobbies are quite classic."

Wu Ming seemed to be addicted to it, turned around in a daze, and was quickly attracted by the libretto.

It is the touching segment of Yingtai's death for love at the end.

——I hope you come to light the red candles, I hope you come to celebrate the wedding and drink the same cup, I hope you come to comfort the wounds together, and ask the heavens right and wrong together.

——…For Brother Liang, I re-shaved my sideburns, for Brother Liang I remade new clothes and dusted off dust, for Brother Liang I put on red flowers again, and for Brother Liang I wiped away the tears and showed my smile.Speaking of my brother's wishes, the tomb flew to the tomb and thundered.

At this time, Zhu Yingtai put on the red hijab and walked into the tomb.

Zhang Xiaoxin almost laughed because the tomb scene on the stage was too crude.

"A story has been sung for thousands of years. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, a pair of colorful butterflies express their love, and today they fly to the flowers again."

Zhang Xiaoxin felt relieved when the voice-over was sung at the end. He turned to look at Wu Ming. If ghosts could cry, then Wu Ming must have burst into tears. Unfortunately, ghosts don’t have tears, so Wu Ming’s expression became very Strange, like a fishbone stuck in the throat and unable to spit it out.

"You are really full of emotions. Watching a Huangmei opera is more enjoyable than my grandma." Zhang Xiaoxin dragged him over and patted him on the back twice. "Why do you look like a child..."

Wu Ming calmed down and explained: "When I was young, people would be invited to sing Huangmei Opera during festivals in the village. The first time I heard it was Liang Zhu. I didn't know why, but I was so moved that I cried. How could there be such a thing? Poignant story, I thought at that time, if I have someone I like, I will definitely be like Zhu Yingtai, who would rather die than submit."

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaoxin to speak, he said again: "Besides Butterfly Lovers, I also like the Blue Bridge Club, the love that would rather be drowned than keep its promise..."

Zhang Xiaoxin: "...you thought a lot when you were young..." He was about to take out the CD, but Wu Ming stopped him: "Can I watch it again?"

Zhang Xiaoxin: "???"