dream like a sigh

Chapter 1

I asked him: "What are you doing?" He looked back at me and smiled, tender and touching: "I'm waiting for someone."

Lingering?That seems to be used to describe the eyes, but I don't think there is any word to describe the twists and turns in his smile.

"Oh, please step aside and let my guests disembark." The ghost of Santuchuan would not have reached the other side of reincarnation without my extradition.Santuchuan, Guimenguan, Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Wangxiang Terrace, Meng Po Tang, Sansheng Stone, this is a road that cannot be turned back.And I am the extradition person, this ghost blocked the way of reincarnation of other ghosts.I think I should learn how to be polite with him first, and then I can talk about the theme.

The black-clothed ghost restrained his smile, as if, uh, a sword suddenly came out of its scabbard, and his thin face suddenly turned cold.He took a slight step back, and I coaxed my ghost guests off the boat until there was no more ghost on board.Oh, no, there is only one ghost left, and that is me.I took a long bamboo pole, kicked off the shore, let the bamboo raft take me far away, and then went to pick up the next batch of ghosts.This job is boring and tasteless, but I have been doing it, from a long time, so long that I have no memory of the past, to a long, long time, so long that I can't remember the future.

When I came back after the next group of ghosts, that ghost was still standing on the other side, but if he didn't block my way, why should I bother with him.When all the ghosts got off the boat, I shook the bamboo pole and prepared to leave.

"Meng Tanxi." It was the voice of the black-clothed ghost.I looked back, just in time to meet his gaze.How strange, there are only two ghosts here, me and him, who is he calling?Meng Tanxi?Who is Meng Tanxi?I shook my head, isn't this ghost stupid?Just leave him alone, it's time for me to take over.

On the second day, Santuchuan disappeared from the shadow of the ghost, on the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...

"Ghost in the front, what are you doing?" I shook the boat, looking at the silent, er, black-clothed ghost on the side of the Santu River, blocking the way of the reincarnation of ghosts on my boat.He looked at me and said, "I'm waiting for someone."

I nodded, "Then please make way, my guest is going to disembark." Really, why do I keep encountering ghosts blocking the way recently.Eh, strange?Why do I say old characters?Forget it, maybe my memory is bad again!

forget?also good!

......

"Ghost in front, what are you doing?" I asked.

The ghost in black looked at me and suddenly smiled, "I'm waiting for someone. Do you remember how many times you asked me this question?"

I looked at him suspiciously, "Are you okay?" What nonsense is this ghost talking about?I obviously saw him for the first time and said a few words to him.

The ghost seemed to see my contempt from my eyes. In fact, I thought I hid it well, but the ghost's face was still so dark that it blended with the clothes.I couldn't even see his face in the dimly lit hell, but I could hear him getting very angry.

"Meng Tanxi, you are the one pretending to be crazy, don't look at me like that."

Why should I listen to him?I still looked at him and felt that I needed to explain clearly to him: "I don't know who Meng Tanxi is, and I'm not pretending to be crazy, and I don't think you can see my eyes in such a dark sky."

After I finished speaking, I shook the long bamboo pole, leaving a back view for him.What a madman, I thought.What's strange is that the ghost behind me suddenly stopped talking after I finished speaking.After I reached the middle of the river with a small bamboo raft, I couldn't help but look back at the ghost again. This time he left me with a back.It's a pity that it's too dark, I can't see clearly, I think the black mass should be the back.

For no reason, he said about my eyes, but I remembered what the old ghost said about my eyes.He said my eyes are like Santuchuan.

He is the oldest ghost messenger in the entire underworld.His face was shriveled like a shelled walnut, and his body was like an old tree root that had been dead for several years.But he is still alive and well.Even if you are old enough to speak, you will bring the experience bestowed by the years.

So, what is Santuchuan like?I squatted down, looked at the river under the bamboo raft, saw it flowing peacefully, flowing, like a mirror, clear without waves.Return the full reflection of everything it sees.

I saw a pale ghost staring at me expressionlessly.I tilted my head, and he also looked at me with those indifferent eyes, as if he wanted to see through me with those eyes.

I stood up bored, I don't like being seen inside and out.Why do people wear clothes?It's not just shame.Are the secrets of the body not allowed to be revealed?Everyone will embrace their own secrets, hide them, and remember them alone.

Oh, I almost forgot, I'm not human, I'm a ghost.A ghost extradited by Santuchuan.It's time for me to go to work.I brought back a boatload of ghosts, and watched as the Santu River swirled suddenly, devouring the ghosts who were destined to become members of the Santu River water ghosts.

☆、Chapter Two