In the midnight mist, a group of black bats flapped their wings.It flew out of the sky and passed a desolate red house. The green chimney of the red house was against a row of vertical stars in the sky, like a string of hazy tears. A little girl, wearing a small flowered cotton skirt covering her ankles, wearing a pair of red low-heeled shoes, and holding a foreign girl in her hand, crosses a dilapidated wooden bridge covered in thick fog to the scarlet of the house. In front of the gate, the door opened slowly, and there was a lot of dust and cobwebs in the room, as if no one had lived in it for a century.When the dust was gone, she went in and saw scorpions perched on the floor, green moss growing on the firewood in the fireplace, and a small gray bat hanging upside down from the rafters, watching her quietly.There is a strong fragrance of flowers in the air.

The little girl walked through a dark and winding corridor with fumbling steps. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, and the purple rose petals fell like rain, falling into her thick black hair.She stepped on the wooden floor with flying flowers, moved forward step by step, and walked to a room at the end. The door of the room opened suddenly, and she walked in gently. It was darker and colder here than outside. White candles were inserted on the bronze candlesticks. The bleak light shone on a man's face. His eyes were as bright as an old man in the darkness. catlike. "Who are you?" The voice seemed to come from ancient times.

When Yan Guxing said these words, the candlelight in the room suddenly became brighter.The girl saw him like a ghost, with pale skin almost transparent, wrapped in a black cloak, and wearing a pair of leather boots, sitting in a high-backed chair with red velvet upholstery.His valiant beauty is like a sculpture, and his demeanor is comparable to that of a prince, but his body exudes a bitter and sad aura. "We live in the house at the back, we just moved in yesterday." The girl murmured. The room was hung with blue silk curtains, impenetrable to light, rose petals were dancing in the air, and under the shadow of the candles was a phantom-like blue light, making Yan Guxing's face even paler.Those eyes that seemed to look from the dead world stared at the girl, and found her childish eyes shining on him in amazement, and her beautiful round head was covered with long hair and decorated with those roses he loved.She is as beautiful as a white porcelain doll, the skin on her neck is almost transparent, he can see the blood flowing slowly in her veins, she looks so small and fragile, it seems that as long as a wound is made there, her blood will be silent in a short time Flowing lightlessly.

"How old are you?" He asked with pity. "Seven years old," replied the childish voice. "Sir, what about you?" The girl approached Yan Guxing boldly and asked. All of a sudden, all the regrets that had caused him pain all his life came welling up and nearly choked his throat.He raised his eyes abruptly on the chair, murmured some mournful sounds between his teeth, and firmly grasped the armrest wrapped in red velvet with his pale fingers.The girl took a step back in fright. "Come here." A gentle expression appeared on that face for a moment. The girl obediently moved to him, as if being sucked by his air mass.He stretched out a bluish-white thin hand, and gently plucked a petal from her. The petal suddenly pulverized under his finger, scattered like dust in his palm.

"How long do you think a person can live?" he asked, full of sadness. "One hundred years old?" The girl raised a finger and replied innocently. He didn't speak for a while, and when he finally spoke, he had a desolate smile on his face. "Can you fly a kite?" he asked her. The girl shook her head fascinatedly. "The kite I made by myself can fly to the farthest sky, even birds can't fly there." With a touch of sadness, Yan Guxing said. "Can you make a kite yourself?" the girl asked. "I have made many beautiful kites." The tender answer.

"Where?" "They all flew away." The voice was neither sad nor happy. The girl looked at Yan Guxing with her bright eyes, and asked him, "Will you make another one?" He stared at her with dark eyes, silent.After a long time."I'm too old," he said. "You don't look old at all, you're younger than my dad," she said with a childish smile. "Do you want to hear a story?" He suddenly decided to pour out his regrets to a short life. He knew that only a dying person can keep a secret. The girl wanted to hear the story, and those longing eyes chose her own destiny.

"Aren't you afraid of vampire stories?" A suffocating voice echoed in the room. The girl blinked her curious eyes and shook her head bravely. "That happened a long, long time ago—" The candle shadows in the room swayed, and a gust of wind mixed with rose petals blew from the corridor along with Yan Guxing's mournful whispers.Full of old songs, old whispers and distant sighs of disillusionment.