I thought things would calm down and it was just a matter of time before Zheng Jun and I got together. But what I didn't expect was that Ji Yihe called me and asked me to come over.
I am afraid to contact these people from the past. When they come to me, there will always be something going on.
I went to Ji Yihe's house by myself. He had prepared the wine and food. We sat down to drink and chat about other things.
After we finished drinking, Ji Yihe took me into the room, a room filled with urns. There were all kinds of strange urns, each one was a work of art. I was stunned.
Ji Yihe stood in front of an urn, looked at me and said.
"A rare redwood root box that is rare in a thousand years."
I didn't understand, but after he explained it to me, I realized the value of rosewood. Just a rosewood root of one and a half meters in size could be worth more than 200,000 yuan. This was something I had not expected. And the most bizarre thing is that this rosewood urn was naturally formed and had countless ghost heads on it.
"This is simply the work of nature. There are thirteen ghost heads, which is exactly the number of ghosts."
I don't know what he meant by showing me this mahogany urn.
That day, Ji Yihe called me over and did nothing but these things. I felt a little strange. What on earth did he want to do? Did he hesitate again after seeing me
I don't understand.
I went to work and Zheng Jun didn't come. The box was in my pocket, so I took it into the dressing room. The body was pushed in, and Zheng Jun didn't come either. I waited for a while and I knew that this was Mao Xiaoli who created the opportunity for me. She always found a way to do it.
It was an 18-year-old girl. I have heard about this. She jumped from the fourth floor of the school. She was only 18 years old. I don't know why kids nowadays are like this. They say they will jump and then their life will end. But it is far from being as simple as ending. The pain will make your love extend faster and grow bigger.
I got distracted while cutting the skin and failed. I shook my head. I hadn't expected this.
That day, Mao Xiaoli called me in the evening. I was alone at home, without turning on the lights, sitting in the dark. The little ghosts in my eyes seemed to disappear, and I was too lazy to chase them away.
I told her that I failed and my skin was cut. Mao Xiaoli didn't say anything for a long time and hung up the phone. Was she angry? I don't know. Anyway, I don't want to do it anymore. I have done enough.
But will Mao Xiaoli let me go? I don't know.
Zhang Xiaoxue disappeared. She disappeared from the operating table. After watching the video, it seems that she was not sitting there. She suddenly disappeared. After watching the video, I was stunned.
How could this happen? Why didn't it just disappear suddenly? The manager was also upset. This kind of thing seemed to have only happened once, and it seemed to be related to something strange.
The manager called Master Zhou and Mao Xiaoli to the office, but no one said anything. It seemed like this was the first time they had encountered such a thing, and no one knew what had happened.
"I don't think it has much to do with the crematorium."
Mao Xiaoli spoke, and everyone looked at her, wanting to hear her explanation, but she didn't give any. The manager didn't ask her any more questions, but asked Master Zhou instead.
"Master Zhou, what do you mean?"
"I don't know. I've never encountered this. I'm afraid it's a troublesome matter, and it's not convenient for me to intervene. But you have to find the child for me. I won't let her parents make trouble now, but it's only temporary."
Master Zhou got up and left. I frowned. That was her grandson, but he didn't seem that enthusiastic. I didn't understand what this meant, and neither did the manager. But it seemed that Mao Xiaoli understood.
I was drinking with Mao Xiaoli in the evening. She first talked about the skin circumcision. It was a pity, but it was okay, there was still a chance, and the only chance was in the crematorium. Then she told me about Zhang Xiaoxue. A strange thing happened to me. Once I had the idea of not doing skin circumcision again, something would definitely happen.
Mao Xiaoli talked about Zhang Xiaoxue.
"I find it strange, too. No matter how many times I watch the video, I always feel something is wrong. There are no ghosts in the video. They won't appear there, and you can't see them even if they are there. But Zhang Xiaoxue didn't move and disappeared in an instant. I don't understand. I'm afraid this has never happened since the crematorium was established."
I was sweating. What happened to Zhang Xiaoxue? I regretted not contacting her more, even though we couldn't be together.
I went to Zhang Jianyihan's home secretly. The old lady liked me very much. I brought a lot of her favorite food, which made her even happier.
The old lady let me in and stayed there until midnight.
"Don't go back, live here, that room used to be my grandson's."
I moved in. It was indeed a boy's room, and also a boy's room with a bit of personality.
"Go to sleep."
I slept and woke up in the morning, feeling a little tired. Maybe it was because I didn’t sleep well, Zhang Jianyi Han said while eating breakfast.
"If my grandson were alive, he would be about the same as you."
I almost spit out the food in my mouth.
That room was...
What does this old lady mean? Maybe she means nothing and treats me as her grandson. I hope so.
"Actually, I can see my grandchildren, but they don't recognize me anymore."
This made me even more horrified.
"Oh, don't be afraid. They died in a car accident. Every month they would eat at the restaurant across the street. I always took them there. The food there is clean and delicious."
I know there is a Dumpling King across the street, but I've never been there.
"The thirteenth of every month."
I think the old lady is a little confused. The person is dead and it is impossible for him to appear again. Maybe she misses her grandchildren too much.
I went to work that day and did not tell Zheng Jun about this. People in the workplace were quiet and were all paying attention to the disappearance of Zhang Xiaoxue.
I was a little confused, so Zheng Jun did it himself while I sat aside and thought about things.
"Maybe she's in a better place."
Zheng Jun said, I hope so.
I feel like Zhang Jianyihan seems to be revealing something to me. Her grandchildren, tomorrow is the 13th, and I need to go and see them.
The next day, I went back to Zheng Junjin's store and sat by the window looking outside. It was a little after two o'clock when we arrived. We ordered some food and wine and drank them slowly.
I didn't tell Zheng Jun about this. I wanted to see if these two people were Zhang Jianyi Han's grandsons. The old lady showed me their photos, two beautiful eighteen-year-old children.
It was getting dark. Zheng Jun felt something was strange, but I didn't say anything. At this time, two people came in. The boy's left leg was injured and he was on crutches. The girl's right arm was broken and was hanging. They came in and sat at the window, in front of us. When they came in, I was stunned.
I saw Zhang Jianyihan standing across the street watching.
The two children were indeed pretty. They were chatting and laughing, ordered two dishes, and left after eating for twenty minutes. Although they were injured, they were very happy. I was still asleep when they left, and Zheng Jun patted me.
"Something's not right."
I said it directly. After listening to it, Zheng Jun was stunned for a moment and said.
"Master told me that it's just two years of virtual souls. They just miss this world too much. After two years, they won't come back. Don't point out such things. Just pretend you know nothing."
I started sweating.
“Can this happen after death?”
"Yes, sometimes it happens, but it's very rare. When a relative dies, you may meet someone who looks almost like your relative. It's an illusion. People usually say that they are too sad. It's an illusion. They saw it wrong. In fact, it's not. This is a fictitious age. It's borrowed for two years. After two years, you leave. If you are eighteen years old, you will subtract eighteen years after reincarnation."
I didn't say anything. Was Zhang Jianyi pointing at me? Or was he just missing his grandchildren and saying it unintentionally? I think the latter is more likely.
I don’t know when Zhang Jianyihan left.
Zheng Jun and I went to Zhang Jianyihan's home, and she was still very happy.
She mentioned the two children herself and asked me if they were pretty. I nodded, and it was obvious that she saw us too.
That day I told you about Zhang Xiaoxue.
"I knew this Zhang Xiaoxue would get into trouble sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
"It disappeared in an instant."
"Ghost holes, there are wormholes in this world. In fact, no matter what kind of hole it is, it is not a road. The roads leading to it are different, but almost no one can see it. Maybe it is not at a certain boundary point, and you can't go in all of a sudden. Then even if it is a reincarnation of life, there are thousands of ways of reincarnation, not just the one we think of. Such things can happen at any time in this world. The missing people, in fact, have gone to another world. We call it a ghost hole, and in other places it is called a wormhole, or there are more ways to say it."
"Is it right there at the operating table?"
"This hole is not fixed and moves, so it is almost impossible to find it."
"But, Zhang Xiaoxue..."
“Maybe this is what people often call fate.”
Zhang Jianyihan had a rough fate. Her two children, a boy and a girl, died at the age of eighteen, and then her husband. I don’t know how she got through it. It’s beyond my imagination. It seems that this woman is strong.
I also realized that Zhang Jianyi Han was not unable to do it, but was hesitating about something. After hearing about Zhang Xiaoxue's disappearance, she was very calm, and she knew the ghost cave very well. It seemed that she had come up with some method.
I didn't ask any further questions. This matter could only wait for a few days. She seemed to be immersed in something, and that was what kept her alive.
That day she talked to me about how her father died in France and her mother jumped into West Lake. After her father's death, they were both poets. She mentioned their names and I actually knew them. I didn't expect it, absolutely not.
She also talked about herself and wrote poems, but she stopped writing after they died. The reason she went to the crematorium was that she felt that was the end of life. She reached this point at the age of 18. As for why, she couldn't explain it.
After her child died and her husband died, she felt that everything was dead and that it was her fault because she was staying in the crematorium.
She was just a sweeper there, sweeping around in the yard every day. She said that she was sweeping the soul, not the floor.
I know that this blow was very heavy for her, but she persevered. She thought that it was the end of her life and she would be closer to her loved ones.
Anyway, that’s just what I thought, I can’t think of anything else.
Three days later, I went to Zhang Jianyi's home again. She was sick, so I sent her to the hospital. She was indeed very ill, with cerebral thrombosis, and could no longer speak. She had no relatives, so I was the only one who could take care of her.
However, I could see gratitude in Zhang Jianyi's eyes.
She stayed in the hospital for twenty days. Although she recovered, she still had some sequelae and could not speak. However, she still talked non-stop.
On the 13th of every month, I would go across the street and see the two kids always looking like that. I felt that was real because no one would ever be unwell after having their legs and arms injured. They would always look like that.
Whenever I see this scene, I always feel sad. It is because they care about each other that they have such an opportunity to meet each other, but they can never hug each other.
"Zhang Xiaoxue."
Zhang Jianyihan spoke, but it was very unclear. I thought I had misheard her, but she glanced at me, then looked at the street. Sure enough, there was a person in the distance who looked very much like Zhang Xiaoxue, but I couldn't be sure. When I was about to go over, the person was gone. (To be continued)