$80. My Apprentice From Ancient Times to Modern Times (9)

After the Qing Dynasty ghost shouted that there was someone, the scene was in chaos.

The various ghosts that were swaying just now all ran to the stage in a panic.

The two classmates had already closed their eyes in fear and ran while screaming and pulling Duan Xu, but maybe because they closed their eyes, they ran in the wrong direction.

It looked like they were chasing these ghosts.

The ghosts were even more panicked.

The two junior high school students who were running with Duan Xu opened their eyes and found that they were still in the ghost nest, and they were even more panicked.

Both sides were: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

However, because the ghosts had more people, their voices were louder.

Duan Xu didn't close his eyes, but his two deskmates were loyal and took him with them no matter where they ran, so he could only look at his two deskmates with a blank face and turned around and continued to run.

It was just because the ghost turned around, so in the end they were still chasing the ghost.

After chasing for a while, they felt that they had run enough, so they stopped and opened their eyes.

Again: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Then they ran in the opposite direction.

Duan Xu, who was being led to run, watched them gradually blend into the group of ghosts.

Duan Xu: "???"

Are they chasing them or hiding from them?

After going back and forth several times, the chicken-haired ghost standing on the high platform finally realized that something was wrong and shouted in his high voice: "Stop!!! Stop!!! Don't be afraid!! Stop!!!"

Although the ghosts were still very scared, this prince of singing was still very prestigious among the ghosts, so they forced themselves to stop running and huddled together to look at Duan Xu and the others in fear.

Duan Xu's side was similar. Two classmates had weak legs and were panting. They couldn't run anymore, so they huddled together and looked at the group of ghosts tremblingly.

It seemed as if a line was drawn in the middle of the two sides, clearly dividing them.

"Calm down, everyone. Listen to me."

The ghost pressed his hands down, jumped off the flag-raising platform, and circled around the three people cautiously. When he caught a glimpse of their school uniforms, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. They are students here."

Duan Xu and the others seemed to be able to hear the sudden sighs of relief from these ghosts.

The ghosts who had just huddled together relaxed and scattered, complaining in unison: "It's a child. I was scared to death."

"Yeah, I was so scared that my head fell off. Help me find my head."

"My arm was also scared off. Hey! Over there, do you see my arm!"

An arm was kicked over, and the ghost who lost his arm happily picked it up and pressed it on his body, and shouted again: "Thank you!"

Duan Xu could feel that his two classmates were about to faint from fear. He turned his head to look, and each one was paler than the other.

A ghost floated over, poking one of the junior high school students in the air: "Kid, you are so old, how can you still see us?"

"Ah!!!!"

The student who was trembling and holding Duan Xu's arm screamed, closed his eyes and hid behind Duan Xu.

"What are you doing!"

Although he had only known them for one day, Duan Xu, who already regarded them as friends, frowned and waved at the ghost's hand.

Of course, his hand seemed to have only touched the air, and did not touch the ghost at all.

"Hey! The kid is quite brave."

This ghost not only had a dirty hand, but also a dirty mouth. He floated back to avoid Duan Xu's hand. Seeing that Duan Xu was still staring at him with a pair of black eyes, and the two children of the same age behind him looked like they were about to die of fear, he immediately became interested.

He put his hands on both sides, opened his mouth suddenly, and threatened: "I'm going to eat you!!!"

"Ah——"

The two junior high school students who heard this screamed and hugged each other again.

Although Duan Xu was very calm, he was too young to tell that the ghost was deliberately trying to scare him. His eyes suddenly revealed a fierce look, and he directly reached around his neck and took out the amulet given by his master.

Because it was given by his master, Duan Xu had always kept it well. He would only take it off for a while when taking a bath, and wear it on his neck at other times.

He didn't know how to use the amulet, but when he got it, Duan Xu inexplicably felt that he should hold it tightly in his palm and then punch it.

This punch should not have landed on the real place, but because of the amulet, Duan Xu hit the face of the bad-mouthed ghost directly.

"Aiya!!!"

Duan Xu had practiced before, and he used all his strength just now because he was angry. The ghost was directly hit and flew backwards. It crawled on the ground for a long time and didn't get up.

The ghosts who had just relaxed stiffened again.

The whole audience was silent.

All eyes fell on Duan Xu, who frowned and looked at them with vigilance and sharpness.

Duan Xu looked only 13 or 14 years old, and he was still wearing a school uniform. Logically, he shouldn't have this ability.

The chicken-hair ghost was a little scared, and floated back carefully, stretching out his hand to make a blocking gesture; "Calm down, handsome boy, calm down first."

Duan Xu still didn't let down his guard, but kept pointing his fist at them: "What do you want to do here!!"

They should ask this question!

The chicken-hair ghost swallowed his non-existent saliva: "Well, we have been here all the time."

Duan Xu frowned even more: "Always here?"

Perhaps seeing that he could still communicate, the group of ghosts started chattering again:

"Yes, we have been here for hundreds of years, and you are the ones who came later."

"We haven't done anything bad. There's no reason for you to do anything to us."

"Yes, yes, we are all good citizens."

Chicken Feather Ghost concluded: "Most of the ghosts here have been here hundreds of years ago. They have always kept to themselves. They only sing, dance and look at the moon every night. They really haven't done anything else."

Duan Xu pointed at Ah Piao, who was struggling to get up: "It just said it wanted to eat us!"

"No, I'm just quick to talk, so I just said, I don't eat people." The ghost waved his hands quickly, trying hard to put on a flattering smile on his face; "We usually don't get close to people, how can we eat?" ”

"That's right, that's right. He's a bitch. We don't eat people. If we really cannibalized people, the school would have called someone to collect us."

Duan Xu listened to the explanation, but still did not let down his guard.

"Then what are you doing here? Why don't you reincarnate!"

"We don't want to either. Isn't it true that if you die with incomplete bones, you can't be reborn? I'm usually too lonely, so I just dance and sing to pass the time."

The chicken-haired man tried his best to explain: "You think so, if we really cannibalize people, wouldn't there be rumors in the school already?"

Behind Duan Xu, two classmates who slowly regained their courage while watching their chat boldly revealed: "There are rumors that the school toilet is haunted. It seems that the students who went to school here died in the toilet. ”

"Oh, that's me."

The chicken-haired man quickly raised his hand and smiled flatteringly at Duan Xu: "Strictly speaking, I am not a student. I graduated from this school, but then I went to college and never came back. That's not right. I am currently in college. I wanted to go back to my alma mater, so I went to the toilet after reading it, and ended up dying in the toilet.”

"Yes, we can prove that he didn't do much else. He just walked around there twice and lamented the impermanence of life."

"Yes, yes, he really didn't do anything. We can only come out at night. Sometimes when students go to the toilet in the middle of the night, the wind blows and makes them cool. Although we can't see him, we can hear him. sound."

The obviously flattering attitude of this group of people effectively dispelled the fear in the hearts of two classmates, Duan Xu.

Although it only dissipated a little bit.

Now that they are a little bolder, the middle school boys are a little excited.

So, are they talking to ghosts now?

"Why are you gathering at school?"

"We don't want to either."

The chicken-haired man plucked the chicken feathers on his head twice: "We usually stay wherever we die. If the bones are here somewhere, they will stay longer. I was going to the toilet at the time. Well, I suddenly had a heart attack, and I fell on the bathroom floor. The force of the fall was too strong, and my nose was too straight. A piece of flesh fell off my nose. The person who found me didn’t pay attention at that time, so I just It’s been delayed here.”

"It's even simpler for them. This used to be a mass grave. Anyone who died would be thrown here. The bones were all together and stayed together for a few days before being reincarnated. Those bones were not all together and were far away. , just stay.”

The classmate standing to the left of Duan Xu asked again: "Were you teaching them to sing just now?"

"Yeah, being a ghost is too boring. I'm trapped here and can't go anywhere. I have to hide during the day and can't sleep. Come out at night for some fresh air. There's nothing else to do but have fun by yourself."

"I'm not. I can be considered a rock singer. I just teach them a song every day. I can't give up happiness even if I become a ghost, right? Let's have fun."

As the chicken-feather ghost spoke, he carefully lifted his beard: "Here, cough, this classmate, um, you are quite powerful."

"Of course Duan Xu is great, he knows martial arts!"

"Yes, he also has a master, and his master looks even more powerful!"

The two young middle school boys were no longer afraid at this moment, and blew their heads with bright eyes.

After he finished blowing, he approached the Chicken Feather Ghost with great interest: "Brother Ghost, can we play with you more often in the future?"

The chicken-feathered ghost shook his head: "I guess not."

"Ah... why? Aren't you bored? We can bring the mobile phones over and let you watch TV."

"It's not that we're not welcome, it's that even if you people see us, you won't remember what happened tonight when you wake up."

The chicken-feather ghost touched his own chicken feathers, with a hint of melancholy on his face; "There were children who followed their parents to see us before, but they all forgot about it the next day."

"It's okay if you hear something and don't see us, but if you talk to someone, you'll definitely forget it the next day."

"Ah...why." The classmate suddenly felt disappointed.

"I guess it's for balance. Do you think, if everyone knew that people can really turn into ghosts after death, and the ghosts are still the same as before, would there be people who deliberately kill themselves and then deliberately destroy the bones? Not complete? Then if the living can still see the dead, wouldn’t it mean that everyone would live forever, and then everyone would stop being alive and become ghosts?”

Duan Xu thought what he said made sense.

His two classmates had different ideas: "It's not bad if we all become ghosts. Isn't this about eternal life?"

"When I first died, I actually thought the same thing, but there is really no comparison between ghosts and humans. We can't smell the smell, see the color, and can only be trapped in one place. In fact, the last time the school had a summer break, it was demolished again. During the construction, we also saw the ghosts outside, and it was really miserable.”

The ghost who was looking for his head everywhere finally found his own head and appeared to add:

"Yes, they are miserable, but we are okay. There is a school above. The school forces students to sleep every night. It is not good outside. There are people walking around late at night. Anyway, you will forget tomorrow. I told you It’s okay, although humans and ghosts don’t communicate with each other, if a ghost is touched by someone, its body will slowly disintegrate, and if it lasts for a long time, it will disappear immediately.”

"Disappeared?"

Duan Xu had never heard of such a thing before, and asked a little confused: "Did he lose his soul, or did he reincarnate?"

"We don't know either, and we can't ask."

A ghost replied: "Anyway, those ghosts that disappeared never came back. We are all quite scared. Although being a ghost is boring, it is better than disappearing forever. So when we are human beings, we are afraid of death. When If you are a ghost, if you disappear again, there is really no chance. "

"Yes, when the school wall was being demolished, a lot of ghosts stayed there every day, hoping that the school would build the wall further out and let them in."

The chicken-haired man nodded; "They all died hundreds of years ago, and the least one was several decades ago. The only difference is that I died recently, so I have a bigger brain."

"I was wondering if this world rejects this kind of supernatural being. Aren't we full of high technology now? Technology is technology, and supernatural beings are supernatural. If the two sides are involved, there may be some accidents or something like that. Bar."

He touched his feathered head and said: "When I was alive, I didn't believe in ghosts because I had never seen one. But after I died, I realized that there are really people who have seen ghosts. Get up, these people will forget about seeing ghosts.”

The classmate on Duan Xu's right: "Where's the video? Or take notes."

The chicken-feathered ghost smiled and said, "Please remember one and show it to me."

The classmate immediately took out a mobile phone from his pocket and was about to open it: "The battery is out? Didn't I just charge it?"

Before coming here, he was fearless and thought that if he really met Ah Piao, he would record it.

"World consciousness, it just doesn't let you record it. If you take out a pen and paper to record it now, believe it or not, you won't be able to write down a word. And if you tell others, what they hear is a muffled voice. These We don’t know how many times we’ve seen each other.”

"By the next day, if you have no current memory and no record of what happened that night, then we will no longer exist."

A wind blew, and Duan Xu was okay, but his two classmates felt cold all over.

If the memory can be taken away at will, there is really nothing that can be done.

"You want to be cheerful, young man, we are destined to meet each other. How about we sing and dance together, let's have a masquerade party."

The chicken-feathered ghost may have reconciled, and the expression on his face was no longer as fearful as before, and he drew a line in the air with his feet.

"We can't touch each other, so let's play separately."

"Come on comrades!! Get high!!!"

He made a gesture of playing guitar, but of course, as a ghost, there was no real guitar.

So Duan Xu and the three of them watched this chicken-feather ghost playing the non-existent guitar and singing loudly with great emotion.

The Ah Piaos below were a little scared just now. Seeing these three people standing there dumbly and not coming over, they gradually let go and continued to sway.

Duan Xu had no idea how things got to the point where the demons were dancing in chaos.

A pure ancient man, who has only been in modern society for a few days, naturally cannot understand why everyone shakes their waists and butts together, and then makes all kinds of strange noises.

But his two classmates fit in very well.

Such a lively atmosphere immediately started to stir up excitement.

He also called Duan Xu: "Come on, Duan Xu, let's come together."

Duan Xu: "..."

He tentatively moved his waist.

"Butt|butt! Twist butt|butt!"

Duan Xu carefully twisted his butt | buttocks again.

"Okay!! My friends here, let us welcome today's special guest..."

After the chicken-haired man finished singing a song, he put his hand to his mouth as a microphone and shouted in a very host-like tone: "Three people!!!"

“Everyone applaud!!”

snap|pop|pop——

There was a round of applause at the scene, and the three of them were having fun. Duan Xu was pulled by the two of them and walked to the stage.

Along the way, all the ghosts gave way and forcefully gave way.

This made the two middle school students even more excited.

Amidst the lively applause, they smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you all."

"We are destined to meet each other. Let me play a song for you."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the patrolling security guard came over.

In the eyes of the three people, the scene was full of ghosts. Some of them whistled, some cheered, and some clapped.

You have to speak at the top of your lungs to be heard by everyone.

But in the eyes of security guards.

In the empty playground, three students stood on the lifting platform, crying and howling at the top of their lungs.

"Over there!! What are you doing! You're going crazy in the middle of the night!!"

The two people who were having fun immediately woke up, grabbed Duan Xu and ran away.

"Fuck, it's Lao Liu, run quickly."

"Hurry up, go this way, he can't catch up with us."

The three of them scurried away like rabbits.

The security guard didn't chase him. He was crazy and was competing with the energetic students.

I looked around again with a flashlight to make sure that no fish had slipped through the net, and then slowly wandered to the back.

On the playground, the chicken-haired man looked at the deserted playground and sighed.

"What an enviable living life."

"Come on, come on! Keep having fun!"

****

On the second day, Duan Xu got up.

The two deskmates, both from the same dormitory, also yawned and got up.

One of them almost fell to his knees when his legs went weak as soon as he got off the ground.

"What's going on? Why are my legs so sore?"

Another joked at him: "You have to take calcium tablets."

As soon as he got out of bed, his legs felt weak.

"Strange."

Both of them looked at each other with confused faces.

"Why do my legs feel the same as if I ran 800 meters? I'm thinking that I didn't do much exercise yesterday."

"Did you catch a cold?"

Duan Xu looked at this and that, and did not ask the topic "Do you still remember the female ghost we saw last night?"

According to the characters of these two people, if they didn't come to him excitedly as soon as they woke up, it meant that they had forgotten.

What about him?

Why does he remember?

The young man touched the talisman hanging around his neck and scratched his head.

Is it because of this?

He thought for a while, borrowed his classmate's cell phone, and called his master.

When the call came, Duan Qingen was confronting the unconscious suspect who had killed four children.

Zhang Wei stood aside with a nervous look on his face.

When the bell rang, before the suspect could do anything, Zhang Wei jumped up first.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a call."

Duan Qing'en waved his hand to the ferocious-faced suspect, indicating a truce, and then pressed the connect button: "Hello? Duan Xu, do you miss Master?"

"What did you eat at school last night? Is it to your liking? Do you know how to use a meal card? What am I doing? It's okay. Zhang Wei asked me for a favor."

Zhang Wei looked at Mr. Duan who was chatting, and then at the suspect whose eyes were full of bloodshot eyes and blood vessels were about to burst out on his face: "..."

"Mr. Duan, can you hurry up..."

Duan Qingen: "He's urging me. What's the matter? Tell me?"

"...Hmm, uh-huh, that's it."

After listening to Duan Xu explain clearly what happened last night, Duan Qingen nodded: "Yes, it's normal for you to still remember. After all, you are my apprentice, but don't be afraid. This is based on science. Just like It’s the same as being able to see palace maids in the Forbidden City.”

Duan Xu didn't know what happened when he saw the palace maid in the Forbidden City, but he felt that he vaguely understood why Duan Qing'en refused to admit that it was a supernatural event every time.

"Master, is it really what they say? We can't come into contact with ghosts, otherwise our memory will be wiped away."

"Kids, don't think too much. You just have a good memory. Those two kids just don't have a good memory. Remember this. If someone asks, don't admit what you saw. Otherwise, you may be thrown back into the escort office."

For the current Duan Xu, losing the Boomerang Bureau was definitely the biggest scare. He immediately pursed his lips nervously, "Master, I won't tell! I definitely won't tell!"

The suspect rushed over again with bloodshot eyes and open mouth. Duan Qingen answered the phone with one hand and pushed the person aside with a numb hand.

"Just treat what happened yesterday as a dream. If you dream about it again, tell them that if they want to leave but can't, come to me and I'll send them away for free."

Zhang Wei glanced at the suspect tremblingly, and then carefully asked Duan Qingen: "Mr. Duan, who are you sending away?"

"Don't worry, I'm not sending you away. The child has a nightmare. I'll calm him down." Duan Qing'en replied in a hurry, and then continued to face Duan Xu: "Okay, I have to help your police uncle here. , you can figure it out yourself.”

After hanging up the phone, Duan Qingen dug into his pocket, took out a charm, and put it directly on the suspect's forehead.

"Is epilepsy crazy?"

"No, Mr. Duan, he was sent to the hospital for examination before and the doctor said that nothing happened. But every time at night, he would pinch his own neck until his eyes turned white. If the nurse hadn't discovered it and saved him, He is dead now, and the way he looked at us just now is not human at all. "

Duan Qingen: "It's not a big problem."

He poured a glass of water and sprinkled it on the suspect.

——Bang!

People fainted immediately.

Zhang Wei came over cautiously: "Mr. Duan, are you okay now?"

"There's something else."

Duan Qingen clapped his hands: "Maybe he was a little scared after killing a few children before, so he started to have nightmares, which were a little more cruel than the nightmares you and the director had before. Then after he was sent to the hospital, his subconscious thought, There are a lot of unscientific things in the hospital, and he thinks that these four children have made him have ghost spirits, so he fantasizes that unclean things have entered his body, and that’s it.”

Zhang Wei has now learned to filter by himself when listening to Duan Qingen's words.

Whatever the suspect's subconscious thoughts and beliefs, just remove them all.

"Mr. Duan, have you gotten rid of the dirty things he imagined now?"

"No."

Duan Qingen took off the charm attached to the suspect's face, shook it with a bit of disgust, and threw it directly into the trash can aside.

The next second, it spontaneously ignited inside and slowly disappeared.

"Forehead……"

Zhang Wei looked at the talisman that turned into ashes in an instant and shrugged: "I know, white phosphorus was added."

He is already a mature policeman and he can explain this phenomenon by himself.

"Yes, white phosphorus."

Duan Qingen nodded, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, looking down at the criminal who killed four children.

"According to his imagination, because the four children had opened up his body, no matter where he was, some kind of spiritual body could enter his body. This kind of spiritual body generally has no consciousness, so after entering, he would go crazy inside his body. Rampage, you can understand it as, well..."

The Feng Shui master thought for a while and gave three words: "Have a baby."

"It's still difficult to give birth."

"This kind of fantasy is quite scary, right? Anyway, as long as he is alive, he will always be immersed in this kind of fantasy."

"I think this is also a kind of punishment. If he kills someone else's child, he has to feel the pain of a mother giving birth to a child until he dies."

Zhang Wei: "Always have children?"

"Yes, sometimes it's possible to give birth to twins, triplets, four, five, six, or seven. You know, people's minds are always very big."

After finishing the solution (making it up), Duan Qingen stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket: "I'm leaving. Duan Xu is probably going to find me. The money for this medical treatment will be cash."

"No problem, Mr. Duan, do you want me to send you off?"

"No, I'll give you a ride."

Duan Qingen opened the toilet door of this ward and walked in.

Zhang Wei waited in silence for several minutes without seeing him come out, "Mr. Duan?"

No one answered.

A guess popped up in his mind, and he stepped forward and knocked on the toilet door, "Mr. Duan, are you in there?"

Still no one answered.

Zhang Wei covered his eyes and carefully opened the toilet door.

After making sure there was no movement, he put his hand down again.

As expected, I encountered an empty toilet.

"Okay, I can explain."

Zhang Wei encouraged himself: "Magic, yes, it is magic."

Anyway, after getting to know Duan Qingen, he didn't think he would be too surprised even if a dinosaur ran out of the toilet.

Looking back at the criminal who was still unconscious, and thinking about what Duan Qingen said just now, he expressionlessly carried him to the bed.

Give birth.

Better to have quadruplets every day.

****

This night, Duan Xu ran to the playground again, but this time he was alone.

The chicken-haired man's eyes almost popped out when he saw him.

"Why are you here again?!"

"I'm different from them. I can remember."

"Fuck!! Fuck!!" The chicken-haired man was shocked.

"Although I died late and haven't seen many people who can see us, some of the elder brothers and sisters here have been dead for hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, no one can really remember us. Brother, you are very good. ah."

Duan Xu was rarely praised like this. A shy smile appeared on his face immediately, and he sat on the edge of the toilet with some embarrassment: "Actually, even if I remember, I can't tell others. I can only say that I was dreaming or something. Otherwise I might be thrown out of this world."

"I understand, I understand." The chicken-haired man carefully sat next to him without being next to him: "Well, big brother, I heard those two children say yesterday that you have a master, right? Your master is Not very good, can I ask him for help? "

Duan Xu scratched his head, "What can I do for you?"

"Isn't this, did I die too early? I was the only son of my parents. I actually had a quarrel with them at the time, and I came to my alma mater because I felt uncomfortable. As a result, I died in the toilet, and they came to collect the body. I kept crying, and my mom told my dad that it was all her fault. If she hadn’t quarreled with me, I wouldn’t have run out, and I wouldn’t have died if I didn’t run out.”

The chicken-haired man sighed: "Actually, when I died, I had a feeling that my time was up. I have had heart disease since I was a child. How can I blame my mother?"

"When I was alive, I was really too ignorant. Look at my hair style. I dyed it just to go against my mother. I deliberately made her like this. Not to mention how much I regret it now. I didn't treat her well when I was around her. I was so filial to her, and even gave myself such a killer hairstyle after turning into a ghost, just give me another chance.”

Duan Xu blinked: "Don't be sad. I don't remember what my mother looks like. I don't even know if I am my mother's biological child."

"Ah? Why don't you even know this?"

"When I was young, many families just threw away their children after they gave birth. The master who taught me martial arts knew my mother. He said that my mother's own child had passed away, and she picked me up."

Duan Xu also felt a little sad when he said this: "I don't remember her appearance or voice at all. It would be great if she was still alive. Regardless of whether she is my biological child or not, I will be filial to her."

"Hey, you guys are pretty weird. You still abandon your kids in this era, and you're not afraid of going to jail. But that's how people are. When I was alive, I was like a fool. When we had a big fight, I even thought about cutting my wrists and committing suicide to make my parents regret it. In fact, I thought so because they loved me, right? Otherwise, if they really didn't like me, they would definitely not be sad when I died."

The chicken-haired man felt more and more sad: "When I died, I saw my mother crying and blaming herself. I really couldn't stand it. I really wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault that I died, and it had nothing to do with her. She didn't need to be so sad, but I was trapped here and couldn't go anywhere."

He wiped away his non-existent tears, "Well, handsome boy, I just want to ask you, can you please Please ask your master to let me see my mother. I just want to tell her that I didn't feel any pain when I died, and it wasn't her fault at all. I just wanted to go to the toilet and then I died. And I lived a good life after death. It also fulfilled my dream of being a star, right? A group of seniors are very cooperative. They learn to sing with me every day. I have fun all night. I am quite happy. "

Speaking, the chicken-haired ghost put his hands together and kept making begging gestures: "Please, I don't know what I can give you, but I heard from Brother Yigui that someone buried a box of gold under this ground five hundred years ago. Why don't you dig it?"

Duan Xu was not sure, "I'll ask the master to see if he is willing."

Duan Qingen walked out of the toilet behind them.

"Okay, no problem."

****

In this city, there is an ordinary family.

The husband and wife are both teachers. After a lifetime of hard work, they have a child. However, both of them teach in high school. They are busy teaching students every day and have no time to teach their own children. As a result, the child always quarrels with them.

The child came back from his freshman year on summer vacation, had a quarrel with his mother at home, and slammed the door and left in anger.

No one expected that when they met again, they would see his body.

The couple almost cried until they went blind. The husband was fine, and he could still force himself to comfort his wife, but the wife blamed herself for all the mistakes.

If she hadn't quarreled with the child, the child would not have left home. If he hadn't left home, he might not have died silently in the toilet.

She felt that she had killed their child.

She began to suffer from insomnia and lost a lot of hair. Even if she fell asleep at night, she would always dream of her child falling in the empty toilet, struggling to take medicine, but because of the illness, he had no strength and no one around to help him, and he lost his life bit by bit.

She was about to be unable to bear it.

Maybe she didn't suffer from insomnia, but was just afraid of sleeping and dreaming.

On this day, she still entered the dream with fear and sadness.

It was still the same school, but this time it was not the toilet.

"Dad, Mom!!"

Their child still had that chicken-hair hair, as if he had stopped at this age, and ran over to greet them happily.

Only then did she realize that her husband was standing next to her.

There were crowds of people around, wearing all kinds of strange clothes, and they were stiff and curious around them.

Their child happily introduced: "These are all my fans."

"I tell you, I am very popular now."

The big boy with a bright and sunny smile ran up to the lift, "Brothers and sisters, my parents are here to see me, let's have fun!!"

He started singing.

The couple stood below and listened.

They had never heard their children sing before. They used to think that those were all strange tunes, not as good as old songs, but now they listened to them, they were actually very good.

Their children stood on the high platform, and many people below waved their hands, applauded, whistled, and looked very popular.

After a song was finished, their children seemed to be shining.

He bowed, "Thank you, everyone, thank you for coming to my concert."

After bowing, he turned around and bowed to his parents: "Dad! Mom! I know you miss me, and I miss you too. Don't blame yourself. It's just that the time has come. It has nothing to do with you."

"Look, I'm living a good life now. I sing and dance every day. The only regret is that I died too early. I don't have a guitar, so I can only play the air. Mom, don't cry. I don't blame you. I'm not sensible and always quarrel with you. In fact, I don't really hate you. I just like to lose my temper. I love you very much, really."

The words that I couldn't say when I was alive, now that I can't see the hope of life, can be easily said.

After bowing, he went down the stage, holding his parents' hands, trying to make himself laugh happily: "Let's play together! You are too busy, you must not have played like this."

They don't know how to dance, but when they see their children, they don't care about anything.

At dawn, the couple opened their eyes, and the pillows were wet.

"I dreamed about Yangyang."

"Me too."

"He also took us to dance, didn't he? He danced really well."

"Yes, and the songs he sang were nice, too."

"He also said he needed a guitar."

"He wanted to buy one before, but we didn't buy it for him."

One day, the neighbor ran into a couple next door who had hardly smiled since they lost their son.

They smiled and looked much more relaxed, and they even said hello to him.

The neighbor asked, "Where are you going?"

"We're going to buy a guitar."

The wife smiled lightly, and it seemed that she had walked out of the shadow of losing her son: "Yesterday I dreamed that my child wanted a guitar, so we bought it and burned it for him."

The neighbor really didn't expect this answer. Of course, he didn't think that the dream would be true. He just thought that the couple missed their child too much, and they dreamed about it at night.

But of course he wouldn't directly say that you are superstitious, but smiled and nodded, as if it was normal for the dead to dream, and said:

"Yes, the child won't be bored with a guitar."

Watching the couple nod and leave, there was a sense of lightness in their backs, and the voices coming from them were still discussing what to buy for their child to burn.

The neighbor shook his head sympathetically.

Ah, the love of the son.