Star, I haven't folded three thousand three hundred and forty-four, is it too late to fold it now? "
"If it's too late, uncle will fold more, one three thousand three hundred and forty-four is not enough, then uncle will fold ten, a hundred, a thousand."
"This star is not beautifully folded. Uncle will fold another one for you."
Qi Feng felt the empty space in his trousers pocket, he smiled and shook his head, his smile was bitter, "Look at me, I forgot about such an important thing, I'll give you a discount when I go back."
"You take this first, don't dislike it."
Putting the star in front of the tombstone, Qi Feng touched the photo on the tombstone and rubbed the young man in the photo with his fingertips.
His squatting legs were numb, and it took him a long time to get up.
Zhang Yao's feet took a step, and she heard the man's low voice, pleading, "Wife, can you come to see me, just once, I beg you."
The tombstone stood quietly in the drizzle, cold and ruthless.
Qi Feng turned his back and walked the way he came. He didn't use an umbrella, he walked very slowly, and his back was lonely.
Zhang Yao put that foot down, unable to take a step, she leaned against her lover's arms, covered her mouth and choked softly.
Everyone in this world is possessed and lost, grown up and forgotten.
In the end, there are not many things that can be truly engraved in the depths of memory, and there are not many things that are not eroded by time. There may be only one person and one thing.
Zhang Yao knew that her brother was still alive, living in Qi Feng's life, engraved in his memory, until he grew old and died.
There are many origins and legends about the seventh month and a half. One of them is that when the gate of hell was opened that day, the ghosts in it would return to the city before they were alive, lingering in the place where they died, eager to see their relatives there.
Before it was dark, there was a man on the side of xx street.
The man was tall, wearing a black shirt and trousers, and had neat short hair. There was an unspeakable sadness on his body, which was incompatible with his mature and rigid face. Anyone who looked at it could not help but be attracted.
The clerks and bosses in the nearby shops were used to seeing that scene, because on this day every year, they would see the unknown man in the same position.
Some merchants know that there was a serious car accident there a few years ago. A young man died on the spot, his heart and liver were knocked out of the body, and the death was horrific.
And that man was the survivor of that accident.
People who have witnessed the car accident will still feel numb when they think about it now. It stands to reason that in that case, both of them will definitely die, and they will die without a whole body. I don't know how the young man did it. He even pushed the man away when death approached and blocked himself in front of the car.
It got dark, night fell, and the wind picked up.
A new young girl came to a clothing store. She didn't know that there was a car accident that year, and it was the first time she saw a man on the side of the road, so she asked her colleague curiously, "Why is that man on the side of the road all the time? Wait? Human? I've seen him for a long time."
Colleagues don't know much, just say that he is a person with a problem with his brain.
The young girl snorted in surprise, "No way? He looks normal."
"Normal? How is it possible!"
The colleague is also a woman, a few years older than her, and came to the store much earlier, with a sub-society tone when speaking, "The kind of good-looking and attractive man, just one glance will leave a deep impression. impression, so I remember it very clearly."
"I've been in the store for three years, and I've seen him three times. Today, every year, he comes alone and does nothing, just there, from afternoon to night, if you spend the night in the store, you can find him there. The next day, it's not a problem with the brain, what is it?"
The young girl couldn't understand, "Why? Isn't he waiting for someone?"
The colleague seemed to remember something, her face changed, and she thought that the man waiting for him was probably not a human being, but a ghost.
Seeing that her colleague didn't speak, the young girl took her hand and shook it, "What's the matter? You said it, and half of the words were very urgent."
The colleague gave her a stern look, "Have you forgotten what day is today?"
The young girl really forgot, she was busy working in several places, and sometimes she didn't even know the day of the week, "What day?"
The colleague suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, "Ghost Festival."
The young girl's face turned pale with fright, and she shivered a bit. She hugged her arms and rubbed them, but she still felt cold.
Most people are afraid of ghosts and young girls are one of them.
She never thought that today was that day