Seeing Zhang Yan looking at her with confusion, Ning Huanxin smiled slightly: "I borrowed the key from someone and came in. Your room is so beautiful."
"Yes, really?"
After hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan's eyes flickered, seeming a little embarrassed.
"Actually, this room has been like this since I can remember it. I feel very friendly. This may be my previous room, but it's a pity..."
She sighed: "Unfortunately, I have no memory. No one can tell me who I am. Even... I don't even know how I died."
The past is blank, the future is vague, but I am just a wisp of soul, a wisp of soul that can never leave a small room and cannot communicate with anyone for ten years. This feeling is really uncomfortable.
"Have you been here like this for the past ten years?" Ning Huanxin couldn't help but asked in distress.
"Yeah, but..." Zhang Yan paused: "Last year, this hotel was connected to the Internet. I accidentally discovered that I could connect to the WeChat network of the underworld through this network. Later, I joined the WeChat group to chat with everyone, but everyone Everyone has their own place of residence and name. Only I didn’t have a name until you came here... "
Just because he lived next door to Ning Huanxin and could still chat with her, Zhang Yan changed her nickname to the ghost next door.
After hearing her words, Ning Huanxin was stunned for a moment. She still clearly remembers the first time she joined the WeChat group and the first time she chatted with the female ghost next door. At that time, Zhang Yan was very happy and was afraid that she would ignore her. she.
She has been really lonely for a long time, lonely for a long time.
"Actually, I know you."
Ning Huanxin bit her lip lightly and walked to the bookshelf. Her slender hands passed over the rows of books, and finally stopped on a book.
It’s the poetry collection that Qin Su gave to Zhang Yan back then—
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, where can I find desolation
"Do you often read this poetry collection?" Ning Huanxin found that this poetry collection was the same as before, and it was placed in the easiest place to get it.
"Yes, I like it very much, but every time I see it I want to cry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Do ghosts also feel sad?"
Ghosts shed tears. If they were not really sad and sad, many ghosts would not be able to shed tears.
"Let me tell you a story."
Ning Huanxin sat aside and slowly recounted the story of ten years ago.
Zhang Yan is different from Li Yan. She is a simple girl. She has no sins. It is just because of the accident that year that she lost her memory. She cannot remember herself, but she has infinite care and obsession with the world of the world in her heart. .
When Ning Huanxin slowly told the whole story, Zhang Yan's eyes kept changing. As she listened to the story, her whole heart was also ups and downs.
After hearing the end, Zhang Yan looked at Ning Huanxin nervously: "What happened next? Then what happened to Qin Su? What happened to Qin Su?"
This name made Zhang Yan feel familiar and excited.
"He became a monk."
Ning Huanxin whispered lightly: "Actually, he didn't intentionally deceive Zhang Yan. I believe that he is sincere to her. Unfortunately, fate plays tricks on people. After all, there are too many mistakes and mistakes in this world. Not all lovers can help themselves, and not all lovers will eventually get married."
After hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan was quiet for a moment: "Actually, Zhang Yan... is that my name?"
"Yes, you are Zhang Yan."