"If you want to cry, you cry, and it's harder to laugh like this now than to cry, why?"He looked at me and suddenly spoke coldly.

He had a small face like an adult, and I looked around me, and they were either somber, sad, or wiped with tears, and there was a silent depression all around.

I slowly lowered my head and looked at the old man's peaceful appearance: "Where is Zhou Lifen?"

“He was arrested on charges of intentional homicide, but the medical examiner said she was possessed and there may be some mental problems.But she was also a felony in carrying a gun, and how she was sentenced, she had to study it again...” Liu Huitang whispered, thinking of Zhou Lifen’s appearance at that time, suddenly tightening his fist.

I remember when Chongmen caught daisy, there was a red flash, but I did not care at that time, and when Zhou Lifen finally pulled the trigger for me, I clearly saw a red mangle in her eyes.

“We will investigate.You...” The muscle man suddenly said, wanting to ask me something, but I was too lazy to take care of him, but suddenly felt very tired, looking at the old man's appearance, after all, I couldn't help but turn away.

Out of the morgue, only to find that the heavy rain did not know when the pot fell, everything around the hospital was covered with a layer of gloom, I looked up at the haze and did not see the sky, and finally couldn't help but tears.

I want to get down and cry.But I was covered with bandage plaster, even squatting, can only lean against the wall, let the tears silent wanton.

Old Ding died to save me, to die to comfort me, he did everything for me, and I was able to let the tears roll, but I desperately bite my lips, do not dare to cry out.Damn it was me, and now that I am alive, what right to cry out?

If it is a hot-blooded anime, it should be a firm clenched fist, saying that I want to live well with Ding Lao's part!

However, the reality is so cruel, those warm-blooded inspirational are deceptive, before life and death sadness, all emotions can only be expressed with tears, can only pray for time to comfort, we are so weak and powerless.

It rained for three days, and I stood in the corridor of the hospital, watching the patients and their families come and go, and Aunt Wang ran to see me from time to time, and cursed my grandfather, who had no news.

I don’t know where my grandfather is, I’m tired.I just want to sleep well, but as soon as I close my eyes, old Ding's twisted but trying to calm my smile will come out, let me open my eyes, sleepless.

I went back to see me with my bag.

I looked at him with a big eye, not saying a word.His white face, dark eyes like a mirror, reflected my hollow cheeks and eyes full of thick dark circles.

I lowered my head slowly and still didn’t speak.Liu Huitang pulled my other hand with a bandage, and suddenly exerted force, the severe pain of the torn wound came, and I shook his hand and drank loudly: "You are crazy, it hurts!"

Everyone around me looked at me, but I was not moved, staring at Liu Hui.

Liu Huitang looked at me without fear: "I still know the pain, that is, I am still alive, what body is the living people pretending to be!"

I stood still, but Liu returned to the hall and got up: "The funeral home will be the day after tomorrow to Grandpa Ding to do the first seven."After watching it, I left.

I looked at him in a daze, and I heard that Aunt Wang did not know when she came, and the big voice cried out, “Onces, why did this hand bleed again!”

I looked down and saw that I was wearing a bandage on my hands, and a lot of blood was red.

I stood on the roof of the hospital, with my eyes wide open, looking at the dark sky, a familiar feeling of cold rushing, I did not look up, a pair of slender hands touched my head.

I was motionless, just to hear my own mechanical and cold voice: "Grandpa Ding was the one you led by?"

"You're blaming me?" the spirit squatted down and looked at me, and his green eyes could not see the emotion.

I looked at his eyes in silence.

He reached out and squeezed my face, and there was a faint emotion in his green eyes that I could not understand, and then sighed.

"Old Ding is your so-called organization of mankind, there is no way to guide me, many people have disappeared before, the things that have been missing, have attracted their attention, the matter of the chemical plant, they will find there, but sooner or later the problem."

I bowed my head, Ding did tell me to go out after the chemical plant thing, really to check this matter?

I was thinking that the spirit suddenly reached out and pulled me into my arms, and the cool breath came, he did not speak, but held me like this.

I suddenly thought of that midnight, and he hugged me too, so that I could not speak, let me howl.He didn’t say a word, but my tears came out.

He tightened his arms and held me tighter, but still a word.

I hugged him and finally couldn’t stop crying.

"I'm not good to him, I didn't like him before, I hated him playing my brain, I hated him for playing small reports, I hated him for playing with me, I hated him so much, why did he save me so many times, I obviously didn't like him... he..."

I have all kinds of things in my head, and this kind of pain that nowhere to be told every minute and every second has tormented me.

Yes, I have nowhere to say.My only friend may still be lying in the coffin, my grandfather has not yet returned, the people around me do not know what happened, Liu Huitang is too small, I can only face the world alone...

The lonely face - old Ding died for me...

Although I am 22 years old, but I am still just a girl, perhaps I have faced the pain of losing my parents, but the memory of twenty years ago has long been gone, so this is the first time I have faced such a heavy farewell and pain, or so full of blood and cruelty.

All the optimism of my past, all the self-deception, in the face of such heavy loneliness and sorrow, I felt as if I had been abandoned by the whole world.

In such a hurry to vent, the spirit is only a familiar ghost appeared, I finally can not help but talk about all the mood...

“Because he likes you.”I listened to him and finally spoke.

I looked up at him: "I am disobedient, and lazy, and always with him, why does he still like me."

“This...” The spirit looked at me: “You might as well ask him.”

"What!" said I, looking at him with my slender hand, "the first seven at once, you can see him, can't you?"

I'm in the fore, yes, the first seven soul nights!

I want to apologize to him, I want to say thank you to him, I want to say a lot of things to him, I just want to see him again, even if it is a ghost.

Maybe it was too tired to cry, or maybe it was the fatigue of the first seven things that made my spirit too excited, and I was a little sleepy, and I couldn't help but feel some peace of mind with my cold body.

Then confused, I seem to hear the spirit of a person talking up, he will even talk, I am surprised, so I strong spirit to put up my ears.

"I don't know why Ding likes you, but I know why I like you..." The voice of the underworld was as low as a chorus, and my whole body was a stirring, and I rolled my eyes like chicken blood.

“What did you say!”

He looked at me first, then his eyes flashed and said, "I said, I like you."

I looked at him like a petrified person: “You, why do you like me?”

"Why don't you like your husband?" said the spirit, looking at me with a smile, and I thought he was like an old fox, though I didn't know where the fox was.

"This..." I frowned, yes, I am not short of arms and no legs, long and bad, why can't the spirit like me?

Wait, that’s not the question, what kind of like he likes me?

I frowned again, looked up at his fox-like cunning smile, suddenly slapped him and said, “You teased me again!”

This ghost can like me, is it nothing but flesh and blood?Why did he think that eating my flesh and drinking my blood can be physically great!

With such obvious reason, why do I want to be crooked?

"Madam, since you can think of crookedness, it is not interesting to be a husband?" said the spirit, looking at me with a smile, and the handsome face of the knife was full of a good smile.

“Dong, you bastard!” I couldn’t help but be angry and scolded.

The spirit let me scold, but slightly touched the corner of my lips: "This is like ordinary you."

When I stopped, he turned around with the old god, and the man disappeared.

I frowned at the place where he disappeared, did he just mean, and he was comforting me?

I watched him disappear for a long time, a slight sigh, as if decadent for too long.

On the seventh day, I went on crutches.There are a lot of people who come to see Ding, and it seems that his people are still good.Liu Huitang came with an old woman and saw me, and turned his face awkwardly.

I sighed and walked to him: "Thank you that day."

He looked at me and said, “Don’t you pretend to be dead?”

"How to speak back to the hall!" the old woman next to him whispered to him, looking at me apologetically: "I'm sorry."

I know that she should be old Willow, a friend of Ding, and see that the sadness between her eyebrows is undisguised, and I know that Ding's relationship with her should be good, and I can't help but bow down: "I'm sorry."

"He's dead, don't blame you."The old willow touched my head and took my hand: "Come in."

Into the hall, muscle men, they and many people I do not know are full of sadness, see me, their look is very strange, even whispering, I can not care about them, look at the old Ding's portrait, the heart of the blunt pain for a while came.

There was a Taoist who was doing the dormitory, and I looked at the Daoist, thinking about when the soul of old Ding came back, but suddenly I heard the Taoist say something.

"What's the matter?" said the old Liu, evidently familiar with the Daoist, and spoke at once.

“His soul is gone!”