Chapter 71 chapter Five

Ching Ming. Shin Min is eighteen years old, and he is as lovable as a rapeseed field in spring.There was light rain in the sky, and her father took her to another cemetery in the suburbs after sweeping her mother's grave, holding paper money and flowers, where her brother, whom she had never met, was buried. Surprisingly, there was a man squatting in front of the tombstone, burning paper money and tin foil, and the rain and flames turned into smoke. "Who's there?" The old prosecutor gave a loud shout, and the other party turned his head slowly, stood up awkwardly, and was about to run away.

Shen Yuanchao grabbed his arm: "Stop! Are you Ah Liang?" "I'm sorry, I just..." "Thank you!" Shen Yuanchao was excited and hugged him tightly, "Son, needless to say." Shen Min, a second-year high school girl, was a little puzzled, and put flowers in front of the tombstone, which was engraved with "The Tomb of the Son's Fame", and below it was "Father Shen Yuanchao Weeping", and the date of birth and death - May 11, 1970 Date - June 19, 1995. The boy was stiffly held in Shen Yuanchao's arms, his arms were originally hanging down, but they were lifted up involuntarily, and they were also placed on his back, hugging him tighter and tighter.

"I will catch that evil spirit with my own hands!" He whispered next to his ear, and Shen Yuanchao also whispered: "It would be great if you were my son." "Dad, don't do this!" The daughter reminded them that the rain had already wet their hair. She put the umbrella on top of the two of them, and the father let go of the boy, coughed twice and said, "I'm sorry, I know you are here to visit my son's grave. Your spirit in heaven will definitely bless you." Shen Min gave the young man a hard look. She was the one who told him about her brother's cemetery. She was very afraid of letting her father know, and at the same time cursed in her heart——you don't know what to do, but you really came to the cemetery?

Last week, she was sweating profusely at the Malatang restaurant next to Wuyi Middle School when she was slapped on the back suddenly, and it turned out to be a young boy.Over the past few months, she has become more wary of the opposite sex. She was just about to turn her head and run away, but she still remembered this face and said with a pat on her heart, "Oh, it's so scary!" "Oh, sorry, you still recognize me." "Your name is A Liang?" "That's right, Xiao Min." He pointed across the road and said, "Every weekend, I work part-time in that small bookstore."

"Okay, I will often go shopping for books." "No, the lady boss is very fierce. If you come to chat with me, she might fire me." "Ok." She stuck out her tongue, and the boy asked too maturely, "Is your father okay?" "Stay at home in retirement, read some strange books when you have nothing to do." "Strange book?" "It's all about killing people—looking at the cover scares the hell out of me, I think he's going psycho." "Have you visited your brother's grave?" "From the first year of junior high school, every Qingming, my father would drag me to the cemetery."

"Can you tell me where?" No matter what, Shen Min never imagined that this kid would actually come to the cemetery on the Ching Ming Festival a few days later. In the misty rain, Shen Yuanchao stopped his daughter behind him.He was so confused that he remembered that the last time he saw this boy was a year ago today. In front of the grave of Police Officer Hai—he saw A Liang's tombstone. "Are you still alive?" This is a question that is only suitable to be asked in the cemetery during the Ching Ming Festival. The young man looked at him noncommittally, and then glanced at the tombstone behind him: "Unless the murderer who killed Shen Ming is brought to justice, I will disappear from this world."

"Ah Liang, if what I see of you is not my hallucination—" Shen Yuanchao touched his face and hair again, "No, how could it be an hallucination?" He turned his head and asked his daughter nervously: "Xiao Min, did you see him? Am I talking to a cloud of air?" "No, I saw him too." Shen Min hid behind the tombstone in fear, but he didn't dare to lie in front of his father. "Yes, you are a real person! If I can still see you, then my son Shen-maybe he is still alive in this world? This year, he should be forty-three years old." Shen Yuanchao was almost driven crazy by him. He knelt down in front of Shenming's tombstone, lit the paper money and said, "Xiao Ming, if you are still in this world, please tell me."

In the past year, he searched for this man in his forties in the vast crowd. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the boy quietly slipped away from the cemetery.When the father and sister raised their heads, they found that A Liang's ghost had drifted away.