Wang Dahu knew very well that he was already dead. He died on that rainy night, under the knife of a female psychopath who came out of nowhere.
A knife was stabbed in the heart and he died on the spot.
He watched helplessly as he was sent to the mortuary, sent to the furnace, and then buried in a box of ashes in the cemetery.
"So, I'm a ghost now?" Wang Dahu smiled wryly.
According to legend, only souls with strong "emotions" for the world can become ghosts, but Wang Dahu understands that the reason why he has not "reincarnated" is because he still can't let go of another person in his heart.
His baby, his wife, his ran.
Because he couldn't let go, his soul followed him firmly, even if he only had one glance, he wanted to see him more.
"Dahu has eaten!" Li Qingran yelled softly while sitting at the dining table.
There are four dishes on the table and two bowls and chopsticks.
alone in the room
a ghost.
"Tick tock, tick tock..." Only the sound of the clock swinging was ringing.
Two hours later, Li Qingran got up quietly, began to clear the dishes on the table, and dumped them all into the trash can, then he walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed.
Wang Dahu followed behind him with a heavy heart.
Li Qingran on the bed just lay there, motionless, with only his eyes wide open.
"Still can't sleep?" Wang Dahu touched his brow in distress.
He hasn't slept since his death.
Every night, every night, I just watched quietly with my eyes wide open.
"Big Tiger" Li Qingran called out in a trance.
"I'm here!" Wang Dahu replied: "I'm here, I'm here, I'm always by your side!!..." He knelt beside Li Qingran, crying heartbreakingly: "Of course, I'm here! Don't I’m torturing myself like this now, don’t do it anymore, woo woo… please… don’t do it again!”
I am dead, but you are still alive!
If my death tortures you like this, then I'd rather we never fell in love.
so-
Forget about me!
In the first month of Wang Dahu's death, Li Qingran resigned from his job, and only stayed at home every day from sunrise to sunset.
In the second month after Wang Dahu's death, Li Qingran learned to smoke and drink too much, which made the already skinny man even more emaciated.
In the third month after Wang Dahu's death, Li Qingran entered the hospital due to massive stomach bleeding, but disappeared an hour before the emergency operation.
No one knows where he went, except Wang Dahu.
The dark night, the cold tombstone.
Wang Dahu in the posthumous photo is still smiling heartlessly.
Li Qingran gently leaned her cheek against it.
"You're really dead!" His voice was full of tranquility and sadness, thinking of the painful words that men promised him to love him forever. Li Qingran's voice suddenly became full of hatred again: "Liar!"
Seeing Li Qingran who was so skinny that he was almost out of shape, Wang Dahu turned around anxiously in mid-air: "Of course, hurry back to the hospital! Your stomach just stopped bleeding, why are you running around!"
"Dahu!" Suddenly, Li Qingran murmured: "I'm tired, really tired! I want to see you, so please forgive me."
"Of course... but... what are you going to do? Don't do anything stupid!" In mid-air, Wang Dahu looked in horror at Li Qingran who took out a knife from his trouser pocket.
His expression was calm, calm to despair.
"This is the token of love you gave me when we got married. I remember you said to me at that time: Of course, I must make you happy in this life. If I do something to betray you or hurt you in the future, you will Killed me with this knife... you know? I was really happy when I heard that!"
One drop, two drops, cold tears flowed down.
This was the second time Wang Dahu saw Li Qingran cry.
The first time was when he died, when he hugged him covered in blood and cried madly and desperately.
This time it was calm and sweet with memories.
Suddenly, a very bad premonition surfaced in Wang Dahu's heart.
He yelled desperately and tried his best to snatch the knife from Li Qingran's hand.
But it didn't work.
Because he is a ghost.
Because he is already dead.
When the cold blade cut deeply on the slender wrist, when the red blood gushed out like tap water that didn't cost money.
Wang Dahu collapsed.
What in this world is more painful than watching the one you love die in front of your eyes, while you are powerless
Li Qingran had experienced it for several months, and now it was his turn.
"Of course...but..." At this moment, Wang Dahu really hated, hated, he hated the woman who killed him.
He is very regretful, very regretful.
If he knew that he would pass away so early, he shouldn't have provoked him in the first place.
In that case, maybe he wouldn't do such a stupid thing.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh..."
While screaming in pain, he saw with his own eyes that the white shirt was stained with blood.
Stained his icy tombstone.
"Big Tiger" Li Qingran slid to the ground and raised his hands towards the void. There was a relieved smile on his face, but at the moment Wang Dahu wanted to hold it, he dropped it suddenly.
"Qingran—" a long and shrill cry sounded.
Wang Dahu only felt that a seamless gap suddenly opened under his feet, he kept falling downwards, and lost all consciousness in a whirl.
"Dahu, Dahu..." A voice shouted anxiously in his ear. Wang Dahu's eyelids moved, seeing the owner of the voice, he called more urgently: "Dahu, Dahu...".
Wang Dahu finally opened his eyes gradually, and what he saw was a wrinkled face.
"Okay, okay, my baby is awake!" Another old male voice said, "The back of my baby's head is still a little swollen. I'll go to the village health station to get some anti-inflammatory drugs, and I'll be alive and kicking again in a few days."
"Yes, yes, my tiger is all right!" The old lady picked him up halfway from the kang, hugged him in her arms and coaxed gently: "Does the tiger still hurt? Look at the tears all over his face." ... ".
Wang Dahu looked stunned, or rather inconceivable.
He blinked vigorously, and asked uncertainly, "Grandma?"
"That's right! It's not grandma." The old lady touched her eldest grandson's face with her hands distressedly: "You said that your child is just naughty. If you don't play well, you have to climb that big locust tree to see if you fall from the tree." When I got down, I fell on my head, but it scared grandma to death!"
Wang Dahu was completely stunned this time.
what happened
What exactly is going on
Didn't grandma pass away many years ago? And... And my own voice... Why does it sound like, like...
Almost trembling, Wang Dahu raised his hands.
Dark, fat, absolutely children's hands.
"Dahu, what's the matter with you, old man, come and take a look, there seems to be something wrong with our Dahu!" The old lady, who was afraid that her grandson would knock her head off, hurriedly shouted.
Wang Shoumin was also anxious. Hearing this, he hurried forward to take a closer look: "Huzi, how do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"
Wang Dahu blinked, and asked in a tranced voice: "Grandpa... How old am I this year?"
"What's the matter with this child! After this year, won't you be seven years old?" The old man saw that he didn't like it, so he pulled up his padded jacket and was about to get off the kang: "No, I'd better take the tiger to the county hospital! "
At this moment, Wang Dahu regained his strength a little bit, he didn't know what he thought of, his complexion changed, and he quickly grabbed the old man's clothes: "Master, I'm fine, I was a little dizzy when I just woke up, and I'm much better now! "
The old couple looked worried.
Especially the old lady asked several times, such as: What are your parents' names? Where do you live? questions like that.
It wasn't until Wang Dahu answered one by one that he gave up.
Seeing that their eldest grandson really didn't hurt his head, the old couple heaved a sigh of relief and coaxed Wang Dahu to sleep again. Then one went to the health station to buy anti-inflammatory drugs, and the other went to the kitchen to make lunch.
After both of them left the room, Wang Dahu who was lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
In fact, he is still in the fog up to now.
How did you become a child yourself
Do not! To be precise, how did I go back to my childhood
Are you dreaming? But is there such a real dream in the world
He touched the big tendons on the back of his head that were still bulging even though plaster had been applied, and he gasped in pain.
Wang Dahu still has some impressions about the incident that he fell from the tree. I remember that in the previous life, I accidentally fell down and knocked my head, and was rushed to the county hospital for emergency treatment. Because of this, my mother often complained about my grandparents, and even refused to let Wang Dahu come to play again for several years.
"So I really went back to the past... I, am I really human again?" Feeling the heat radiating from his body, a stupid smile appeared on his fat face.
Those who have never been a ghost will never understand the pain of being a ghost.
The kind of pain that can only be seen, can only be heard, but cannot be touched, and cannot be responded to.
"Of course, of course, of course..." Wang Dahu bit the quilt covering his body tightly, and big tears flowed down like streams. He thought of the way Li Qingran cut his wrists, and how he was lying on the ground covered in blood. In front of his grave, his small body twitched in pain.
Sure enough, I still can't let him go!
Wang Dahu's face showed a firm expression, since God is willing to give him another chance to live again, then this time he will definitely love him even more.
so-
Of course, wait for me.