Reborn Only to Love You Again

Wang Dahu knew very well that he was dead, died on that rainy night, and died under the knife of a female mental illness who did not know where to come from.

A knife stuck in the heart and died on the spot.

He watched as he was taken into the morgue, into the furnace, and buried in a cemetery in the cemetery.

"So, am I a ghost now?" Wang Dahu smiled bitterly.

Legend has it that only a soul with a strong "emotion" in the world can become a ghost, but Wang Dahu understands that he has not yet "reborn" because he can't put a person in his heart.

His darling, his wife, his nature.

Because he couldn't let it go, his soul followed him firmly. Even if he had only one glance, he wanted to see him more.

"Big tiger is eating!" Li Qingran called softly as he sat at the dining table.

Four dishes and two dishes on the table.

Alone in the room

A ghost.

"Ticking, ticking ..." Only the sound of the clock oscillating.

Two hours later, Li Qingran got up quietly and began to clean up the plates on the table. After dumping them all in the trash, he went into the bedroom and lay on the bed.

Wang Dahu followed him with a heavy heart.

Li Qingran on the bed was so lying, motionless, only the eyes of the boss who opened his eyes blindly.

"Can't you sleep yet?" Wang Dahu touched his brows distressed.

He has never slept since he died.

Every night, every night, just so quietly watching with wide eyes.

"Big tiger" Li Qingran shouted in a spirited manner.

"I'm here!" Wang Dahu replied, "I'm here, I'm here, I've been by your side all the time! ..." He knelt beside Li Qingran and cried and cried: "Of course, I am here! Don't torture yourself like this, don't like this, oh ... please ... don't do this again! "

I am dead, but you are still alive!

If my death tortured you like this, then I would rather we never fall in love.

and so--

Hurry up and forget me!

In the first month of Wang Dahu's death, Li Qingran quit his job and stayed at home so quietly from day to day.

In the second month of Wang Dahu's death, Li Qingran learned to smoke and drink, making men who were already thinner thinner and weaker.

In the third month of Wang Dahu's death, Li Qingran was admitted to the hospital with a large amount of gastric bleeding, but disappeared an hour before the emergency operation.

No one knows where he went, except Wang Dahu.

Dark night, icy tombstones.

Wang Dahu in the photo still laughed heartlessly.

Li Qingran gently leaned his cheek up.

"You are really dead!" His voice was full of sorrow and sorrow, thinking about the days when men pointed to the sky and promised him to love him for a lifetime, pain. Li Qingran's voice suddenly became full of hate again: "liar!"

Looking at the thin and almost disfigured Li Qingran, Wang Dahu in the air hurriedly turned: "Ran, come back to the hospital! Your stomach just stopped the blood, what are you running away for?"

"Big tiger!" Suddenly, Li Qingran murmured, "I'm tired, I'm really tired! I want to see you, so forgive me."

"Ran Ran ... Ran Ran ... what are you doing? Don't do stupid things!" In the air, Wang Dahu looked in horror at Li Qingran who pulled out a knife from his pocket.

His expression was calm, calm to despair.

"This is the token you sent me when we got married. I remember you said to me at the time: of course, I must make you happy in my life. If I do something that betrays you and hurts you in the future, you will Killed me with this knife ... you know what? I was really happy after I heard it! "

One or two drops of cold tears shed.

This is the second time that Wang Dahu saw Li Qingran crying.

The first time was when he died, at that time he was crying madly and desperately hugging his blood.

This time it was calm and sweet with memories.

For a long time, a very bad feeling came to Wang Dahu's mind.

He yelled desperately, trying desperately to grab the knife in Li Qingran's hand.

But it didn't work.

Because he is a ghost.

Because he was already dead.

When the frosty blade was cut deeply on the weak wrist, when the red blood poured out like tap water without money.

Wang Dahu collapsed.

What is more painful in this world than watching your loved one die in front of you, and being incompetent?

Li Qingran felt it for a few months, and now it is his turn.

"Ranran ... Ranran ..." At this moment, Wang Dahu really hated, hated, he hated the woman who killed him.

He is so sorry, so sorry.

If you knew you were going to die so early, you shouldn't provoke him at first.

In that case, he might not do such a stupid thing.

"Woohoo, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, eah, e, ae, e, e, e, eave from me,

In painful wailing, he watched the white shirt stained with blood with his own eyes.

Infected with his cold tombstone.

"Big tiger" Li Qingran slid to the ground and raised his hands towards the void. His face had a relieved smile, but suddenly fell when Wang Dahu wanted to hold it.

"Clearly ---" A stern long beep sounded.

Wang Dahu just felt that there was a gap between his feet suddenly, he kept falling down and lost all his consciousness.

"Big tiger, big tiger ..." a voice hurried in his ear. Wang Dahu's eyelids moved, and the master of the voice saw him, and the call was even more urgent: "Big tiger, big tiger ...".

Wang Dahu finally opened his eyes gradually, and what he saw was a wrinkled face.

"Okay, okay, baby is awake!" Another old male voice rang: "My baby's head is still swollen. I will go to the health station in the village to get some anti-inflammatory drugs, and I will be alive again in a few days.

"Yes, yes, my big tiger is all right!" The old lady picked him up from the upper part of her uncle, and gently coaxed in his arms: "Did the big tiger still hurt? Look at the tears on his face ... ".

Wang Dahu's expression seemed dumb, or very incredible.

He blinked hard, questioning uncertainly: "Grandma?"

"Yes! It's not grandma" The old woman touched the grandson's face with a distressed hand: "You said that your child is naughty, and what a bad thing to do is to climb the big locust tree and see if it falls from the tree I fell down my head and scared my grandma to death! "

Wang Dahu was completely frightened this time.

what happened?

What exactly is going on?

Didn't grandma die years ago? And ... and my own voice ... how does it sound like, like ...

Almost trembling, Wang Dahu raised his hands.

Dark, chubby, definitely a kid's hand.

"Big tiger, what's the matter with you, old man come and see, why does my big tiger seem to be wrong!" Exclaimed the old lady who was afraid that her grandson would break his head.

Wang Shoumin was also anxious in his heart. When he heard the words, he hurried forward and took a closer look: "Tiger, it feels awkward, does your head hurt?"

Wang Dahu blinked his eyes, and his voice quizzed, "Master ... how old am I this year?"

"This child is going on! Willn't you be seven years old after this year?" The old man looked at him as soon as he looked down and pulled down his jacket: "No, I'll take a tiger and go to the county hospital! "

At this moment, Wang Dahu came a little bit slow. I didn't know what he thought of. He changed his face and quickly grabbed the old man's robe: "Man, I'm okay, I just woke up and got a little dizzy. Now he's better! "

The old couple looked uneasy.

Especially the old lady asked a few more questions, such as: What are your parents' names? Where do you live? Questions like that.

Until Wang Dahu answered them one by one, they were not counted.

I asked my grandson that he didn't break his head. The old couple breathed a sigh of relief and coaxed Wang Dahu to sleep. Only one went to the health station to buy anti-inflammatory drugs, and the other went to the kitchen to set lunch.

After both people were no longer in the room, Wang Dahu lying in bed suddenly opened his eyes.

In fact, he is still in the mist.

How did you become a child?

Do not! To be precise, why did you return to childhood?

Are you dreaming? But is there such a real dream in the world

After touching it, although the plaster had been applied to his brain, he still had a big gluttonous bulge, and he took a painful breath.

Wang Dahu still had some impressions of falling down from the tree. I remember that in my previous life, I accidentally fell down and hit my head, and was rushed to the county hospital for emergency treatment. My mother did not complain about her grandparents for this matter, and she did not let Wang Dahu come again for years.

"So I'm really back in the past ... Am I, am I really human again?" Feeling the heat emanating from his body, a demented smile appeared on his fat face.

Without being a ghost, you can never understand the pain of being a ghost.

The pain that can only see, only listen, but cannot touch, cannot respond.

"Ranran, Ranran, Ranran ..." Wang Dahu clenched his quilt tightly, tears streaming down like big streams, he thought about Li Qingran's wrist cut, and he was covered with blood Lying in front of his tomb, he kept twitching in pain.

Sure enough, I still can't let him go!

Wang Dahu's face showed a firm expression. Since Heaven is willing to give him another chance to live again, this time he will definitely love him more and more.

and so--

Of course, wait for me.