Chapter 84 red tree in cemetery

A friend of a friend has a house for sale and invites you to see it. The building is five stories high, with steps up to the roof, and a small unit connected to the roof. It is really an invincible cemetery scene; it turns out that the old Western cemetery is so big, like a lake, where countless corpses have been deposited; there are so many houses built along the lake, and the cemetery scene , so unusual. The building is built against the high pink-blue wall of the cemetery. There is no driveway downstairs, and you can see a forest of steles and shadows of trees on the ground. St. Vickey's Church rises from the small tombs, looking so majestic.

Walking under the wall every day is not a high-level view. I don’t know that this cemetery has no street lights, but there are countless nocturnal cats. I love quietness, there is no smoke in front of the window, no lights, absolutely quiet. "Unless they're having a party, it's as quiet as the deep ocean," said the owner. "They" are, of course, ghosts; ghosts, of course, are quieter than wicked people; moreover, I love the rooftop so much, there are two or three good friends, and you can bask in the sun during the day; Enjoy the moon with wine and invite ghosts to get drunk together.

It's a pity that the house is small and one can live alone, but there is no cat room or guest room; Ah Can looks down at the free cats in the cemetery from the window, it will be very melancholy and lonely. There are many thick green shrubs in the western cemetery, and suddenly there is a tree with dazzling red flowers and leaves, red to the fullest, and there is no other color except red. "Who planted this tree?" I murmured in my heart, it was too far away, and I couldn't tell what kind of tree it was. I heard that there was a person who lived in this house and looked at this tree every day; one evening, he seemed to be called by this mangrove tree, and couldn't help but went downstairs and walked into the cemetery; he stood under the tree , a tree, standing in front of a stele; on the stele, there is a porcelain photo, which is his appearance, and there are birth and death dates on both sides of the porcelain photo. , the date, that is, the day he moved into the old building and saw the mangrove tree.

This "hearing" was of course something I thought of later; because I thought about it, I had an extra excuse, thinking that although I like this house, I can't live in it.