save ghosts

Chapter 28 5 Strange Ghosts 3-4

Chu Hui has seen the face on the big screen thousands of times, and he will never admit it wrong, but he can't figure out what this person is doing in this world, and he is so blatant to show his face?

Chu Hui stared at the big screen for a while, and when he came out, he found that Song Yao was gone.

Song Yao won't go to other places, his social life is too narrow, so Chu Hui plans to go to Qiao Gui's house and wait for him to come back.

But before that, he had to contact Xiaowo.

The dark night gave Song Yao a sense of security, but it also gave him fear.A lot of things happened these days, Song Yao almost forgot one thing.Passing by a flower shop on the way, he got out of the car to buy a bunch of chrysanthemums, and then took a taxi to Nanling Cemetery.

The fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is her death day.

She died many years ago today. Song Yao can't remember exactly how many years ago, but I only remember that it was snowing heavily that day, and Song Yao's thin body was carrying a thin woman who no longer existed in this world. .

He carried the woman to the funeral home step by step.He had just stepped on new footprints on his front feet, and the footprints on his back feet had been covered by heavy snow. He put his only cotton coat on the woman, and he only put on a T-shirt. On his feet were still a pair of tattered sneakers, like Picked it up from the trash.

Song Yao had no money, and the funeral home did not cremate her. At that time, he knelt at the entrance of the funeral home for four days, and finally left with the woman's ashes. The ashes stayed with him for more than a year. The cemetery is small and the location is very remote, but such a small place may be the only quiet place in a woman's life.

It may be that Song Yao's mood infected the sky. It was gloomy at first, but then it snowed suddenly.In winter in Xincheng, snow is very common. No one would think that a certain snowfall is for a certain person.

But Song Yao felt that this snow was not for others, but for her mother.

The cemetery is very big, Song Yao got out of the car and had to go in through the door. He used to come during the day, and it was the first time he came so late.

The snow fluttered and fell on Song Yao's shoulders and hair. For a long time, he didn't feel that the snow was so heavy, as if every snowflake was a knife, mercilessly piercing into people's bodies.

The mobile phone still has more than 30.00% of the battery. Song Yao turned on the flashlight and walked to the gate of the cemetery. He found that the gatekeeper was an old man. Someone is coming, he can go home after a while without guarding.

Seeing that there were still people coming, the old man got up and opened the door. His gray hair was blown up by the wind, and a few snowflakes stuck to it. He coughed a few times.

"Young man, it's so cold and snowing now, why don't you come earlier, I still have a fire to keep warm, so you can only blow the cold wind." The old man brushed the snow off his clothes and pulled up Song Yao hands.

Song Yao subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but the old man's hand was too warm, so he paused and didn't pull it back.The old man pulled Song Yao into the room, made him sit, and poured him another cup of hot water, "Drink some hot water to warm up your body, and warm yourself up for a while, so it won't be so cold."

The boiling water in the cup was a bit hot, Song Yao held it in both hands, warming the back of his hands from time to time.The old man roasted on a charcoal fire, and after Song Yao sat down, he turned the fire up a bit. Song Yao drank the water without saying a word, and looked at the old man from time to time.The fire was very big and the water was very warm, but Song Yao always felt a little empty in his heart. Holding the cup, he remembered when Erkoukou was taking care of himself in the hospital. Not long after, there was another couple who he wanted to pay homage to.

His whole body was warm, but his heart was still cold. After drinking a glass of water, Song Yao refused the next one. Then he opened the door, and the cold wind came in. He couldn't help shivering. The old man smiled, "Look at you young people. It’s all like this, no matter what kind of demeanor you want, health is the most important thing, look at my old man, he is still so tough even in his 70s.”

Song Yao's clothes were indeed not thick, and he didn't bring anything with him when he left his home. He didn't want to wear Qiao Gui's clothes, so he had to be more graceful.

The old man opened the door of the cemetery, and Song Yao walked in, but remembered something, and turned to the old man, "Master, where is your child?"

Surely people in their [-]s and [-]s are still guarding the gate here?

Hearing the word child, the old man's eyes suddenly dimmed, but the moment he looked at Song Yao again, his eyes lit up again, with a kind of pride that he was proud of.

"He was sleeping inside, and I guarded the door for him and turned on the lights for him."

After finishing speaking, the old man raised his head, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and then walked into the room humming a song Song Yao had never heard before.

There used to be a person who kept a lamp on in a dirty house and cooked food in a pot, just so that he could have a mouthful of hot food when he came back and knew that someone was waiting for him.But he is now lying in this cemetery, with the loess and cool stones, and the darkness.

But I don't know where she is now, has she been reincarnated, or is she staying in the underworld?

The location is really remote, but Song Yao found it with ease. The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and there were flowers everywhere he walked, but there were no ones in the most corners. Also, this person is the only one who comes to worship every year. How can there be other flowers?

The photo on the stele is still clear, but Song Yao has almost forgotten her appearance, working hard for his life and dreams every day, he has almost no time to think about her appearance, even today he almost forgot.

Song Yao didn't know what flowers she liked when she was alive. Whenever she asked her what she liked when she was a child, she would always say chrysanthemums. At that time they lived in the countryside, and they could pick them all over the mountains and plains. Take them home and put them in a bottle for a few days to make my mother happy.

The chrysanthemum was placed in front of the stele, and soon it was covered with snow. Song Yao sat quietly for half an hour without saying a word, and the light of the mobile phone kept showing the photos until the last bit of power was exhausted.

When he came out, the old man was still reading the newspaper under the light. Song Yao went out, stood at the window, stood there for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "Old man, you should go home quickly, he doesn't want to see you I worked so hard for him." Maybe someone at home guards the door for you and leaves a light for you.

The old man didn't look up, but Song Yao knew clearly that there was clearly a photo in the newspaper, he didn't see clearly, but he recognized the military uniform.

After Song Yao's figure completely disappeared into the night, the old man put away the wet newspaper, put the photo in his arms, locked the door and left.

Then a gust of wind blew by, and the old man was staggered, his back looked precarious.