The pure white snow quietly covered the ground. The snowflakes blew up by the strong wind hit Maizi's body. The coldness made her body tremble slightly. Her arms subconsciously hugged her body tightly. "Creaky, creaky" sound.
Suddenly she stopped walking, her eyes wide open. In front of this cold and solemn tombstone, she saw a figure that she was very familiar with. She hurriedly chased after it, but the figure disappeared in a flash. Her tears burst out, and she cried. She knelt down on the ground, buried her hands and face in the snow, and murmured, "Alin, is that you? Why don't you come out to see me? I'm not afraid of you, whether you are a human or a ghost…" She The voice choked.
Behind her, A Lin tried to touch her back with his trembling fingers, but his fingers pierced through her body. He was filled with sorrow and could only watch Mai Zi torture herself in pain. He wanted to let Maizi know that he had not betrayed their vows and that he had never left her. But no matter how he shouted, she could not hear him. At this moment, Alin deeply realized what it meant that humans and ghosts were on different paths.
Maizi, who was lying on the snow, slowly raised her head. A knife appeared in her hand and she looked at her wrist desperately. He rushed towards Maizi, and perhaps because he was concentrating, the collision actually knocked the knife out of Maizi's hand. Maizi was stunned, and suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, "Alin I know it's you, please come out. I miss you so much, I really miss you so much…" Big tears rolled down.
Late at night, Xiaojun was lying in bed reading a ghost story. When he reached the crucial part of the last few pages, the tense and gripping plot made him unable to stop reading.
"Dong…" Just as the clock struck midnight, Xiaojun finished reading the ghost story. He rubbed his sore eyes, felt the urge to pee, and got up to go to the bathroom. When he walked out of the room and turned the corner, Xiaojun saw a The shadow floated in the air. In the moonlight, he could clearly see that it was a person. He was startled and slowly raised his head. Oh my god, it was his dead friend, A-Lin. He was pale and his feet were off the ground. Floating in the air. Xiaojun was stunned by the scene before him. He stood there motionless, staring at Alin. After a while, he seemed to realize something and muttered to himself, "Brother, people Gui Shutu, please don’t bother me! I have never done anything to let you down…” He couldn’t help but cry out, and cold sweat dripped down his back and head.
At this time, he heard A Lin say sadly: "Please… take care of Maizi, I am worried, I am worried…"
The desolate voice made Xiaojun shudder all over, and he suddenly sat up. He glanced at the ghost story tightly held in his hand, wondering if it was just a dream. Xiaojun could not fall asleep that night. As soon as he opened his eyes, he could feel that Ah Lin was near him. He sat there all night. His eyes were bloodshot. When he looked in the mirror the next morning, he was shocked by his appearance.
Xiaojun spent the whole day in a listless state. He made mistakes at work and always felt that Alin was beside him. During the meeting, the boss called him several times, but he didn't hear a single word. The boss was furious. When his colleagues saw that things were not going well, they quickly kicked him, and he came to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"
The boss slammed the table and said, "Xiaojun, what's with your attitude? You look like you've lost your soul. Forget about getting your bonus this month…"
After the meeting, Xiaojun returned to the office dejectedly. He turned on the computer and was about to type a document when it suddenly stopped working. He pressed the restart button and the screen went black instantly. At this moment, a line of white words suddenly appeared on the computer. "Please… take care of Maizi. I'm worried about her. I'm worried about her…"
Xiaojun stood up suddenly, feeling the hair on his body stand up, and kept muttering in his mouth: "Please, don't… don't bother me anymore…"
At this time, another line of white words appeared on the computer, "Xiaojun, don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions, I just worry about Maizi. I know you have always had a good impression of Maizi, can you please take care of her?"
Xiaojun looked around in horror and said to himself, "Okay, as long as you don't pester me, I'll agree to anything you ask for."
The computer restarted and the door that had been tightly closed made a slight sound. Xiaojun immediately felt the cold and oppressive feeling in the room disappear, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The wind once again blew on Maizi's face, which was much drier than before. Clear tears rolled down her pale face, and a gentle hand wiped away the tears on her face. She looked up and called A-Lin, but saw She wanted to break free, but Xiaojun held her hand tightly and said, "I know you are sad, and I am the same, but he is gone, you can't live in pain forever." "No…no…Alin is not dead. I can feel him beside me." After saying this, Maizi excitedly shook off Xiaojun's hand and turned around to hug the cold and hard tombstone…
Xiaojun's eyes turned red, and he shouted at Fengxue, "Look, how can you let me replace you? She only has you in her heart."
The wind whimpered in the empty fields. Ah Lin squatted beside Mai Zi in pain and said, "Mai Zi, don't torture yourself like this. Do you know how heartbroken I am? Humans and ghosts are different. How can I leave with peace of mind if you do this?" , but if I continue to stay in the world of the living, my soul will be reduced to ashes."
"Alin, is that you? Is it really you?" Maizi stood up, tears pouring down like a broken dam. "I… I promise you I will be fine, don't think about me anymore, you… go! ”
The cold wind made Maizi's body shiver. Xiaojun gently held her in his arms. This time Maizi did not struggle, but just cried silently.
"It's time for me to go. Xiaojun, take good care of Maizi." Alin whispered softly, feeling unspeakable reluctance in his heart.
"I will, brother, you… have peace…!" Xiaojun waved his hands gently, with tears in his eyes.
Many years later, Maizi and Xiaojun brought their children and placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums on A-lin's tombstone. When they turned to leave, the photo of A-lin on the tombstone smiled and shed a tear of sadness.