All living beings in hell

Chapter 173 - Yu Zichan

The lotus lantern at the door was lit up, and the office welcomed the 120th guest No. [-].

A skeleton wearing a pink-purple gauze dress stepped into the office with brisk dance steps, and the tulle on her body floated up and down with the swing of her body.On the head of the skeleton is a wig of a lady from the Tang Dynasty, with a high bun and a thick braid behind it.

"What should I call you?" I asked after the skeleton sat down on the wooden chair.

"Sex starts from the heart, and the heart is fascinated by it for a hundred days and a thousand days."

After the skeleton finished speaking, he saluted me respectfully: "The little girl's name is Zichan, and her husband's family name is Yu. It is good for the adults to call me Zichan."

"Alright Zichan, why are you looking for me today?" I wrote down her name on the paper.

"My lord, can you believe what fate says?"

"What do you mean by fate?"

"Everyone's catastrophe is doomed, it is arranged by God. If you want to live your life, you are destined to go through one disaster after another honestly. You can't be picky, and you can't skip it."

"Why not pick and skip?"

"Otherwise you will lose something important."

"What's important?"

Zichan glanced at me with empty eye sockets, stood up from the wooden chair, opened the gauze dress with water sleeves, and suddenly started singing and dancing.Her footsteps are circling in place, and her long water sleeves follow her dance to draw the appearance of carp playing in the water in the air.

Zichan sang.

"Sex starts from the heart, and the heart is bewitched by it for hundreds of days and thousands of days.

Junnuo has been with me for a long time, but when I turn around, I leave the bureaucracy in the sales market.

The poor woman guards the four walls alone, empty, dancing and dancing boring, nothing exists.

Jun promises to me for a long time, but I am a decoration, no different from a jade bottle, not as gorgeous as a jade bottle. "

Zichan sang and spun around.As she spun, a transparent skin-like spirit covered the skull.The skin vaguely outlines Zichan's appearance before he was alive, with inverted willow eyebrows, single eyelids, and the tails of the eyes hanging upwards.The nose is short and small, and the lips are as thin as half a bamboo leaf.

"Sex starts from the heart, and the heart is bewitched by it for hundreds of days and thousands of days.

Jun promises to me for a long time, and I promise to treat it with my heart.

But this heart is not as gorgeous as a jade bottle, as rich as a gold basin, and as famous as an official.

Why cry!Why cry! "

"So you are sad because your sincerity is not respected?"

"Sincere heart is not respected, love is ruined in vain. I was a young woman, but I aged early and turned into this appearance, like a living corpse. My heart is dead, I don't know why I live. Love dies, the body does not need to be preserved, it goes with the wind Let's go."

"What happened to you during your lifetime? How did you come to this hell?"

"Perhaps there is no need to mention more about the past."

"At present, things in your life are still bothering you. If you don't mind, you can talk to me. I will write down the stories you told, and this is also my job."

"Your job is so strange, what's the use of telling these stories? What's the use of writing them down?"

"Everyone feels different after telling a story. You can try it if you want."

"Then will my story be seen by others?"

"Yes, it will be read by living people in the world."

Zichan hesitated: "I don't think it's appropriate. Many things cannot be said even after passing away."

"You have already passed away, and you are not who you were when you were alive. What else can't be said?"

"There are some secrets, maybe they must be kept in my heart for life after life."

"It exists in the heart, life after life, isn't it tired?"

"This may be the arrangement of fate. Fate made me like this, and I have to succumb."

"What do you mean by fate? I'm confused."

"Fate is destiny. Some people say it's God. I think it's a long line that everyone carries on their backs, which transcends the scope of life and death. Sometimes they have to bear the burden of life after life."

"You should be talking about karma?"

"Whether it's karma or fate, it's all my own. Since it's my own, I don't want to show it to others."

"That's fine, that's fine, I respect your choice."

"My lord, why did you choose such a strange job?"

"I like."

"Don't you think that such a strange job falling on your head is a choice of fate and an arrangement of karma?"

"When fate appears, I can choose or not. When karma arranges, I can refuse or not. The principle is this principle, and the criterion is whether my heart is happy or unhappy."

"Sounds too simplistic."

"It sounds simple, but how many people in the world really know whether they are happy or not?"

"The happy you said should not be literally happy."

"Yes and no, it's not ecstasy, it's not bliss. It's more like natural satisfaction and happiness."

"Natural satisfaction...and happiness." Zichan repeated.

"To achieve these two points in the world is very difficult, really difficult."

Zichan didn't refute me this time. She hummed lightly, and then fell into thinking: "Is this the reason why you came to work in hell? Because it is too difficult to obtain natural satisfaction and happiness in the human world?"

"Hahaha, no, no. What kind of human beings are so idle that they come to a place like hell to find happiness!"

"My lord is really a strange person."

"Have you ever felt like this before?"

"Satisfaction and happiness... When I eat, I'm pretty satisfied and happy. Other times, I'm more empty. I don't like to sleep, and sleep makes me feel so...empty and lonely. I hate that feeling, like As soon as I close my eyes, I'm alone in the world. It scares me."

"Why are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid of being abandoned by others, which makes me feel... I'm not as good as a flower or a grass."

"Just like in your song."

"And this heart is not as gorgeous as a jade bottle, as rich as a golden basin, and as famous as an official." Zichan sang again.

"Since this heart has been so ravaged here, why not leave and find another way out?"

"A way out? There is no way out. Most of the roads in this world are the same. I have walked so many roads and I am tired. I just want to rest my feet."

"Did you rest into a mummy once you rest?"

"My lord, don't make fun of me."

"I'm sorry."

Zichan raised her head and glanced at me: "I thought my lord would continue to sarcasm."

"Why would I do that?"

"A lot of big officials do that."

"Well, indeed, there are quite a few officials like that."

"Then why doesn't your lord continue to mock me?"

"What's the use of sarcasm? I don't like to be rude, and I don't like to do useless work. Since sarcasm is rude and useless, it's better not to do it. It's my fault."

Zichan looked at me speechlessly for a while, as if she didn't know what to say.

"The same is true for whether you tell me about your life. Although my job is to record the stories of ghosts and ghosts, I often encounter people who are unwilling to tell. If you hide your life so deeply, even when As a secret, I am willing to guard it forever.

Maybe it's stubborn, maybe it's cherished, maybe it's profound.

No matter what the reason is, I don't want to speculate too much, as long as you feel comfortable. "

"What is comfortable?"

"Just like how many people in the world know what happiness is, comfort is also a feeling that needs to be experienced carefully, and it is a feeling that follows the voice of the heart. It's not that other people tell you that you are comfortable, and sometimes you feel comfortable away from your heart. It's far from it."

"Then how can I hear the voice of my heart?"

"Acknowledging your own value, why compare it with jade ornaments? People's hearts are so priceless, how can high-ranking officials and rich salary be able to measure and replace them!
Only when your heart has been approved by you will you slowly start to speak. "

Zichan clutched her chest: "Recognize...recognize...I am valuable?"

"of course."

"I am valuable."

"You are worth a lot of things."

The spirit body on the outer layer of Zichan's skeleton suddenly turned from transparent to translucent, and it was getting closer to the color of the real body.

The skin covered the outer layer of the spirit, and there were tears in her eyes, and she slowly became a living person.

"I'm worth it," she repeated.

"Yes, you are worth it." I repeated that too.

Tears flowed from her eyes, and she hurriedly wiped them with her sleeves.While wiping, she suddenly touched her living skin, and Zichan froze.She looked down at her original bony fingers, with human flesh growing between them.

"I'm worth it, I'm worth it."

I didn't reply, just looked at her quietly.

Zichan touched her neck, chest, and cheeks, sobbing, and curled up on the wooden chair with her knees in her arms, crying loudly.

I lit an incense and waited for her to cry.Crying for the past life hidden in my heart, crying for the emptiness of the four walls alone, crying for the loneliness of being alone and unable to sleep.Zichan cried one after another, crying until she was exhausted, panting again, and then slowly calmed down.When she looked up at me again, her eyes were swollen, and the incense thread was only halfway through, and she looked like a living person.

"My lord, thank you."

"Where do you plan to go next?"

"Go back to the world, I still have a wish."

As I said this, moonlight streamed in from the skylight.It's really strange that there is no moon in hell.Zichan's figure was shrouded in the moonlight and became light.Her body slowly left the chair, as if a pair of big hands were supporting her up, and with the moonlight, she slowly floated upwards.

"I want to go back."

"Bless you, bless your future life."

"thanks, thanks."

The moonlight wrapped her body and also illuminated the manuscript paper on the desk.I watched Zichan ascend slowly, the long skirt trailing behind her like a shadow.

(End of this chapter)