You heard me right. It's half a ghost.
Some people may wonder that the most talkative person in the world is a fortune teller who calls himself a fortune teller. How can there be a ghost? Ridiculous!
But mine is really half a ghost. I am on the verge of life and death. I can be an entity, or I can wander around the world as a nothingness. But I can't seem to do anything that has some influence on the world, especially when there is nothing. I am like a cloud of probability, and no one knows whether I will appear or not.
It started half a month ago. ...
"How can I stand by the bed?" I'm a little skeptical. "So ... who is the man lying on it?"
A while ago, I was diagnosed with bone cancer, advanced. Although I have been receiving treatment in the hospital, I know that my time is running out.
I was surprised that I had the strength to get out of the hospital bed, but I was also surprised that I was lying pale in the hospital bed. Am I ... Am I dead? I tried to ring the call bell by the bed, but it didn't work. My hand goes through it.
It seems that I am really dead. I'm already dead. Then I am a ghost now.
I seem to see a wry smile on my face. I've only lived for more than ten years!
A nurse came in. "It's noon. Shall I bring you lunch? "
I seem really hungry. Wait, am I not a ghost?
Seeing the "I" in the hospital bed unresponsive and pale, the nurse felt that something was wrong. She reached out and sniffed my breath, then pressed my pulse.
She was frightened to disgrace and hurried out of the ward. "Director. 0983 (my code name in the hospital) is gone! "
I don't need to elaborate on the following situation. The doctor in a white coat came in to have a look and gave the notice. My family came by the bed and cried. ...
I'm just watching.
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Good. I'm a ghost now.
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What should I do?
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I'm bored and a little hungry. ...
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I stood in the ward for a while, remembering that today is Friday, and the class teacher will nag at noon. Does he know the news?
I moved my feet and found that I could float in the air. I tried to step forward and jump far.
Can I fly? ..... really can!
(A few minutes later)
It is difficult for me, who was a road idiot before I became a ghost, to find a school. Fortunately, the hospital is not far from my school.
At this time, the school had just finished eating and the students were returning to the classroom from the canteen.
I saw her. She is still beautiful and moves me. Of course, ghosts have no heart. How would she react if she knew I was dead?
Her good friend caught up with her: "By the way, Shangguan hasn't been here for three weeks, right?"
"Yes, I miss him ..." Her eyes blurred. I can't believe it. I thought she didn't care about me at all
Back in the classroom, the students sat down. The head teacher trudged into the classroom.
Unfortunately, I have to tell you some bad news. He tapped on the platform. "I just received news from Shangguan Beichen's parents. Shangguan passed away a few minutes ago because of bone cancer. Let's observe a three-minute silence for him. "
What, is he dead?
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Isn't he in hospital because of a bad cold? Why bone cancer?
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Alas, there will be one less person in our class in the future.
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Hearing the news, the students reacted differently, some were sad and some were indifferent. Some people feel lucky, others have nothing to do with me. ...
I'm just watching. I want to shout, I'm here!
I did shout. But only I can hear it. Oh, no, I am the only one who can hear you.
How is she? I remember.
I turned around and found her eyes glazed over, muttering, "Impossible, he can't die ..." A tear ran down her cheek.
I feel a little relieved.
But a few days later, something happened that I couldn't understand.
As a ghost, what you should get used to most is that you can't do anything.
But I can't. I'm going crazy ... ahem, sorry, I forgot that ghosts are not crazy.
It's really hard to wander the streets every day. ...
Wait, why did I float to her house? This seems to be her room.
She should be out. There is a diary on the desk.
Although reading other people's diaries is a bad behavior, I can't help it.
Wait, how did I open this book? I can't believe my hand didn't go straight through!
I touch my left hand with my trembling right hand ... this texture can't be wrong, it's a real hand!
"Ouye!" I almost jumped up. I don't know, but I really changed back!
What did she write?
I picked up my notebook and read it carefully.
"He always gives me the last bit of food and then starves himself. This can't happen next time. "
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"Today's sports meeting, he is really handsome in a formal suit!"
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"He said he was in poor health recently, and I was a little worried. I hope nothing. "
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"I'm so stupid. He taught me the topic, but I couldn't understand it. "
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"I am in a bad mood, and he is the only one to comfort me."
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As I watched, a drop of liquid flowed out of my eyes and landed on the paper.
Turns out she still cares about me. Although she doesn't like me, that's enough.
But it may be a little late to know now.
"I'm so tired!" She pushed open the door and came in. Too late to hide ...
"Why are you here ... wait for Shangguan, I thought you were dead!"
She jumped up and hugged me tightly, and tears soaked my clothes.
"Silly girl, how could I die? I told you that my life is very hard! " I touched her head. "Okay, okay, don't cry. My clothes are all wet. "
I wish time would stop at this moment. ...
At this time, I found that my hand gradually disappeared and the speed was getting faster and faster.
Do I want to change back? I didn't even have time to say goodbye to her. ...
I became a ghost again. She is still being hugged.
After a while, she collapsed on the ground, hugged her knees and began to cry. At first, I just sobbed, but then I cried my eyes out. ...
I tried to pick up the pen on the desk and found that I seemed to be able to write on the paper.
"Letters, as I miss you very much. Although I'm gone, there's no need to be too sad. I will live in your heart forever, that's enough. In this life, I can get a woman who cries because of my death, although I have no regrets. Don't forget the past and be together in the afterlife. Shangguan Beichen. "
I hope she can see ... this is the last thing I can leave you. ...
Outside the window, the sun sets. I drifted out silently, not knowing where to go.
(a few months later)
Today is the day of the senior high school entrance examination. I'm a little worried about her. Her grades are not stable at ordinary times. However, as long as she keeps her mind steady and plays normally, it is not a problem to be admitted to a key high school.
It should be seven o'clock in the morning, and the students should be reviewing.
I saw her.
She sat in her seat, holding a piece of paper in her hand, and looked at it with ecstasy.
It should be another love letter from a boy. ...
I floated forward and found that I had written it to her. The following seems to be a passage written by herself.
"Things flashy, not as good as your affection in a few words. My little daughter has received a lot of help from you in her life, but she should have reported it, but she can't meet each other because of the separation of Yin and Yang. Today, you wrote a letter to me, which moved me to tears. In the afterlife, this situation will be reported. Yan Jiuling. "
I smiled. This girl, it is estimated that she really misses me so much that she doesn't review well.
"What are you looking at?" Her good friend leaned in, looking like gossip.
"An old friend left it to me ..."
"Old friends?" Her good friend looked at it carefully. "Wow, your handwriting is quite similar. You don't really like him, do you? You said you didn't like boys like him. "
"He really left this to me. Why don't you believe it ... what if I really like him? " She put away the pieces of paper.
She likes me ... I don't know if this is true or not, but I have been touched. Sorry, I forgot I was a ghost again.
The first exam is Chinese. She is usually the best at this subject, so she does it quickly. The pen in her hand stopped when she saw the composition.
The title of the composition is "When I Die".
She sobbed in the examination room and almost cried.
I remember that the two of us used to discuss writing novels on this topic.
Her composition is finished. The hero in it is me.
(at night)
It's almost twelve o'clock now, but she is still reviewing. However, from time to time, she would take out the paper, look at it and put it back.
Review well! I watched silently in the back. I'm touched, but also a little crazy. How can such an important exam be remembered without reviewing?
"Review well!" Why should I shout it out? Wait, how did I shout it out? ...
"Shangguan?" She turned her head, her eyes full of joy.
"Alas, you caught me again ..." How can I always become a person at this time?
"Ah, ah, ah, don't cry ..." Seeing that she was going to cry again, I quickly stepped forward and hugged her.
"Will you let go this time?"
"No, I won't let go again ..."
I couldn't hold back and finally cried.
Time seems to have really stopped ...
According to the older generation, every star in the sky corresponds to everyone who has passed away.
"So, one of the stars you see may just represent me." That was the last thing I said to her.
She smiled slightly. Her eyes are like stars. ...
Finally, I became a ghost. She gradually fell asleep. In her dream, she might see me ... I hope so.
But I still feel that if she never knew me, it wouldn't be like this.
A few weeks later, Yan Jiuling received an admission notice from a key high school.
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A few years later, Yan Jiuling was admitted to the Chinese Department of Tsinghua University.
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At the age of 30, Yan Jiuling won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
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Sixty-three years old, Nobel Prize in Literature again.
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Seventy-one years old, died of natural causes.
She never married.
Many news stories reported her death in a big page. Among them, a small news company wrote:
"Ms. Yan Jiuling was found dead at home with a piece of paper in her hand ..."
I am a ghost, a ghost that has lived for decades.
I haven't shown my face in front of others for decades, because I think if I become a human, she may never find me again.
"Shangguan!" A silvery voice came from behind.
I turned around. ...