Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 247 (Novel——Mirror Girl advocates He Jia②)

Misty, as if being hugged by someone, kept tossing and turning.

But Zhang Hejia was thinking: "I made an appointment to fly a kite together, when will it come?"

When she woke up, she found that she was in another world, a world where the sheets and quilts were all white.

There is no smell of earth and grass in the air, only the pungent smell of disinfectant.

My parents got old all of a sudden, and their eyes were always red, "Don't worry, you will get better."

Zhang Hejia cooperated with each other in various inspections.

Even though she kept vomiting blood every day, she fell into a coma from time to time.She still thinks she's going to get better.

Must get better.

In the end, my parents' black hair turned gray, and their backs drooped deeply.

She was awake less and less, and had no strength to speak when she woke up.Then she stared at the laurel branches in the porcelain vase. She knew which side had flower buds and how many petals each flower had.

But she withered with the flower branch after all.

"Bury me in the field in and out of the village, and find the most powerful undertaker to give me makeup."

"This branch is with me"

Buried together.

Zhang Hejia floated up.

The flower branch was not in her hands, but she could smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus all over her body and even her hair.

The white spirit-calling banner fluttered in the wind.

Parents walked at the head of the crowd, supported by others, crying.It turns out that the ghost's heart also hurts.

The ghost messenger with blue face and red teeth jumped up from the ground.

They said: "Your life is a hundred years without any worries." Zhang Hejia laughed, "A Taoist priest also said so."

The ghost messenger stretched out her hands, "The judge also feels sorry for you. In your next life, you can be reborn in a rich land, pampered and pampered, and live a happy life." She didn't know whether she should be happy about it.

The ghost messenger gave her time to say goodbye to her parents, and she kowtowed three times in front of them where they couldn't see.

When the wind picked up, the field swayed, forming green waves. ' "Let's go," she said.

"Beep, beep, beep"

The horn of the passenger car pierced the sky, and Zhang Hejia subconsciously looked back.

The man was leaning against the car window, his eyes as black as shining stones were facing his direction.

Hu Hanwen
she murmured.

"If you go, your soul will be scattered in the future, and there will be no afterlife!"

These words are inexplicably familiar, oh, she remembered.

A young Taoist later said the same thing.

At that time, his face was black, and he limped closer to himself.Looking at the gradually transparent body of the female ghost, he sighed: "You are going to disappear."

Zhang Hejia was dying: "I still have to wait for him to come and fly a kite together. The Taoist spit out a mouthful of black blood, which means that in this short life, he always hopes to accumulate virtue and help the poor. He said with a wry smile, "This is what I can do." One last good thing to do. "

The young Taoist began to chant mantras.

Three beams of faint light emerged from his palm one after another, and entered the female ghost's body unsteadily.

"Only you can help him.

"But you have to think clearly, if you go, there will be no afterlife"

How did Zhang Hejia answer? By the way, she said.

I heard.

understood.

I went.
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At the beginning, I wanted to write a story that revolved around ghost stories, but as I wrote it, I realized that it would be a sour love. The novel (Mirror) is finished here, and I don’t want to continue writing it.

In fact, everyone has a tragic color, but because of this, the intertwined feelings between them are even more precious and moving.

(End of this chapter)