Zhihui just lay quietly, as if falling into a deep sleep. As everyone knows, this sleep will last forever. Through the crystal glass, his face was not very real. Compared with Zhihui's mother who was shouting and screaming, I couldn't shed a single tear, but my heart was filled with despair.
You died, what should I do? We are getting married in a few months, what should I do?
Confused is the truest portrayal of my mood at this time. The pain penetrated to the bone marrow, and the whole body was numb.
When I got home, I was still sitting in front of the window. I kept the last WeChat message from Zhihui on my phone. It was just a simple greeting, but I read it countless times, as if by doing so, Zhihui was still by my side. It's just a trip to a far away place. It seems that by doing this, he will come back one day.
I actually don’t remember much about what happened before. It seemed like a week ago that I received a phone call. When I rushed to the hospital, I could only see Zhihui with his face covered by a white cloth. I was so timid that I didn't dare to lift my hijab and take one last look at Zhihui.
The doctor couldn't explain why this happened, and I didn't listen to a word of the police's explanation. From that moment on, the indescribable emptiness and depression filled my heart.
Until today after the memorial service, the emptiness and depression turned into confusion.
I opened the jewelry box, and the exquisite diamond ring shone brightly under the light. I gently took out the ring and put it on my hand. The cold ring did not leave any warmth of Zhihui, and I trembled slightly.
For so long, I haven't shed a single tear because I don't need to, I just want to be Zhihui's wife.
"Jia Qi…" The call was as thin as a mosquito's sound. Although it was slight, it was like a needle drilling deeply into my ear. It gradually went down along my cochlea, passed through the narrow esophagus, and finally penetrated into my already unnatural body. A heart that is too strong.
I raised my head in panic and looked around. I saw that the floor-to-ceiling windows on the terrace had been opened at some point. The cold evening breeze blew the white curtains and fluttered in the wind. Just behind the curtains, there was a figure. If the shadow appeared, it seemed to be Zhi. Hui.
I stood up suddenly and knocked over the chair without realizing it.
"Jia Qi, I miss you so much." The ethereal voice seemed to come from far away.
At this time, the tears I had held back for a long time rolled down my face, "Zhihui, I miss you too."
I wanted to get closer to him, but as soon as I moved, he immediately stopped me: "No, please don't get close to me. We are separated by yin and yang, and we are not allowed to meet each other."
"Zhihui…" I hesitated, what should I say? Crying about parting? Is there any point in saying this?
At this time, the originally cool evening wind became colder and colder, and finally blew on me like the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. I shivered violently, and the figure of Zhihui in front of me became increasingly blurry. He was originally a figure. The illusory shadow now seems to be a thin mist that will disperse at any time.
"Jia Qi… no…" Before he could finish his words, Zhi Hui disappeared without a trace.
I ran to the terrace. The moon was shining like a ray of light, and everything was so quiet. Not even the annoying dog downstairs made a sound. Suddenly, a gloomy laughter sounded in my ears: "Hehehehe…"
With a "pop" sound, I fell to the ground with my chair. It turned out that I fell asleep from exhaustion and had a nightmare.
The noise alarmed my parents, who ran to my room and helped me up. Seeing that they were still wearing casual clothes late at night, they guessed that they didn't trust me and kept guarding the door.
Until this moment, I suddenly realized that Zhihui had left me irrevocably. From now on, Yang Zhihui will no longer exist in my life, and I will have nothing to do with him in the future.
Thinking of this, I finally burst into tears.
"Jia Qi, cry, you have endured for too long." My mother patted my back gently, while my father brought a cup of hot water and a sleeping pill.
"After taking the medicine, you can have a good sleep. From tomorrow on, you have to live a new life."
I took the medicine as instructed, and then made up my mind and said, "I want to marry Zhihui."
The parents looked at each other in shock.
Although my parents have always been very satisfied with Zhihui, when we occasionally had disputes in the past, they always turned to him and scolded me for being barbaric and overbearing. It was simply arrogance based on his favor. That's right, I was just arrogant and indulged in his favor and couldn't extricate myself.
But when they heard that I was going to have a ghost marriage with Zhihui, they fiercely opposed it. My mother cried on the spot, and my father tried to persuade me. He said that I was still young and would have a better relationship waiting for me in the future. How could I marry a dead man like this?
Although ghost marriage is just a formality, it is actually quite unlucky for the elders.
"Jia Qi, what would your future husband's family think if they knew you were married to a dead man?" her father advised, "We all know that you and Zhihui have a deep relationship, but you must also worry about your own future."
I turned a deaf ear.
Ignoring my parents' strong objections, I found Zhihui's mother. She looked ten years older after suffering the pain of losing her son. She held my hand and kept telling me how much Zhihui liked me until she died. I have been thinking about you all the time.
"I know." I covered the back of Zhihui's mother's hand with my hand, and it was very cold. "So, I still want to hold a wedding with Zhihui."
She was stunned, "What do you mean?"
I replied solemnly: "I want to hold a ghost marriage and marry Zhihui."
Zhihui's mother was silent for a long time, and then said after a while: "Do your… parents know about this?"
"They disagree."
Zhihui's mother seemed to let out a long breath and said: "That's right, you little naughty little Lusheng, marry me . If it were me, I wouldn't want my daughter to marry a dead person. Jiaqi, you He is a good boy, I know you are sad now, but you will have a new life soon, believe me, don’t miss Zhihui anymore, okay?"
I was surprised by her attitude. I thought I would get her support, but I didn't expect her reaction to be exactly the same as that of my parents.
"Aunt……"
Before I could speak, she interrupted me rudely.
"In short, you don't need to mention this matter again. Zhihui is dead. This is my fate. I accept it calmly. I hope you can accept it calmly. Ghost marriage is not a good thing. Auntie advises you to give up. "
After saying these words, Zhihui’s mother stopped talking to me and just moved the Buddhist beads in her hand to chant sutras with her eyes closed. Since Zhihui's death, she rarely goes out, even buying groceries when possible, and usually eats simple meals. In the past, Zhihui's mother's delicious cooking, especially her elaborate desserts, was truly comparable to that of a master chef in a five-star hotel.
Perhaps now, she no longer has the motivation to cook dishes.
Without the support of Zhihui's mother, I felt a little frustrated. I even wondered if she didn't like me very much in the first place, and she just reluctantly accepted me because of her deep love for her son. Now that her beloved son is gone, she doesn't need to pretend anymore?
No, I can't give up.
Since that dream about Zhihui, I have met Zhihui in my dreams almost every night. Although he is just a blur, I can clearly feel his sadness. I was infected by this sadness, and every time I woke up, my face would be full of tears.
Zhihui, I will not abandon you. I swear silently in my heart that I will marry you.
Regarding ghost marriage, I was introduced to the famous goddess Leng Jie.
Sister Leng looks like she is only in her early forties, but her eyes are very old. When you stare at her, you feel like a ghost who is over a hundred years old is staring at you. Over time, it makes you shudder.
"According to the law, we want the ashes of the deceased. Have you brought them?" Sister Leng's voice was very ugly, as if she was shouting with all her strength, but she could only make a low hum.
Without the help of Zhihui’s mother, I naturally wouldn’t be able to get the ashes.
"If you don't have ashes, give me your birthday and horoscope."
"Yang Zhihui, 30 years old, was born in…" I wrote the birth date I prepared in advance on the paper and handed it over, looking at her expectantly.
Sister Leng just glanced at it, counted it with her fingers, suddenly her expression changed, she threw the birth date back to me and rejected it directly: "I won't do your business, leave quickly."
I was greatly shocked, and what made me even more sad was that it was just a ghost marriage, but it had such twists and turns. Thinking that this Sister Leng was notoriously greedy for money, I quickly gave her a red envelope, "Sister Leng, please help me no matter what. , this little thing is disrespectful."
Sister Leng weighed the red envelope and asked the slick little Lu Sheng to marry me . He hesitated and said: "Well… for the sake of your sincerity, I will take the risk to help you once!"
The ceremony was actually very simple. It was to write the birth dates of Zhihui and I on a piece of talisman paper. After she cast a spell similar to "asking for rice", I wrapped a wedding ring belonging to Zhihui in red paper. Put it back in the bag, and then Sister Leng put on the ring for me instead of Zhihui.
There was smoke all around, and Sister Leng shook her head like a ghost. After reciting a lot of incantations with unknown meanings, she closed her eyes and picked up the ring and fumbled to put it on the ring finger of my left hand.
The moment the ring was put on her finger, Sister Leng screamed and withdrew her hand as if on fire, but she saw five deep blood marks on the rough back of her hand, as if she had been caught by sharp claws.
Immediately, all the incense burners, candles, talismans, and all other magical instruments in the room seemed to have been violently swept to the ground. There were clattering sounds one after another. The fallen candles ignited the decorative curtains, and everyone was shocked. Sister Leng shouted: "It's on fire! Help!"
It wasn't until a few believers waiting outside the door with buckets of water doused the flames that the chaos ended.
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Putting on that wedding ring was like making a lifelong promise with Zhihui. I stroked the ring gently and felt satisfied.
Maybe I was tired from the lengthy ceremony throughout the afternoon, but anyway, I felt dizzy when I got home. I ate a few bites of food and wanted to go back to my room to rest. My mother's sharp eyes noticed the ring on my left hand and couldn't help but ask: "Jia Qi, what's going on with this ring?"
I knew it was hard to hide it, so I simply told the truth, "I have already held a wedding ceremony with Zhihui."