Seeing the man outside, the old man immediately became nervous. After all, anyone would be nervous when seeing a ghost at night, but that didn't include me.
"Don't be afraid, he is here to enter the underworld." I said calmly.
Now I am the yin of Jishui. In the eyes of the dead ghosts, I am just a lamp standing in the world. The ghosts who want to enter the underworld will come to me.
Looking at the man getting closer and closer outside, I felt a little inexplicably excited and became a ghost. This was the first time I received a ghost who came to the underworld.
The man's aura was very calm, indicating that he had no resentment.
Not long after, the man walked to the door, glanced at me, looked calm, and asked me: "Are you the culprit of Jishui?"
I nodded, and the man smiled, walked in, and sat next to me.
"When did you die?" I asked while looking at the man.
He was in his forties and looked very energetic. I guess he was a person who paid great attention to his image during his lifetime.
"I've been dead for three days." The man looked out the door and said slowly. I could see through his eyes that he still had nostalgia for this world.
Forty or fifty years old, which is not very old nowadays, but since he is dead, there must be many people and things in the world that he cannot let go of.
"Don't worry, you can take another look." I said to the man.
Once the Yin door opens, you enter and say goodbye to the Yang world forever. Even if you are reincarnated in the next life, there will be no memory of this life. This is the last moment for him to say goodbye to this world. I am willing to wait a little longer.
"Thank you." The man nodded to me, and then asked with a smile: "Do you have a cigarette? I want to take a puff."
I stood up, took out a cigarette and handed it to him, then lit it for him.
Now that he is a ghost, of course he cannot smoke, it is just a habit he developed while he was alive.
He put the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff. The cigarette butt flickered, but the smoke was not inhaled by him, but floated outside.
The man looked at the rising smoke and didn't pay attention, but smiled lightly.
"How did you die?" I also lit a cigarette, squatted next to the man and took a puff. This man made me feel very good, and I was willing to chat with him for a while.
"Lung cancer." The man said calmly.
"How old are you this year?" I asked next.
"Forty-seven." The man sighed.
I also sighed. At forty-seven years old, he is still young and in the prime of life. It is indeed a pity. No wonder he still has so much reluctance to let go of the earthly world.
"Do you have any relatives at home? Is there anything you can't let go of?" I asked him.
When the man heard what I said, he turned to look at me, then laughed and asked, "Is this a routine question before entering the underworld?"
I smiled, shook my head and said to him: "No, I just want to chat with you a few more words."
The man raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but he still answered me: "There is a father at home who is already ninety years old. I have three children. The eldest is married, and the daughter and second son have not yet started a family."
I sighed, not knowing what to say for a moment. As a man, what he is most worried about now is probably his children and his old father.
"I have suffered a lot since I was a child. I lost my mother when I was a teenager. In that era, having enough to eat every day was the greatest happiness. I suffered the consequences. So after I got married and had children, I worked harder than anyone else because I wanted to make money.
, I want to support my family and raise my three children." The man held a cigarette in his hand and said slowly.
I understand his feelings very well, because I grew up in a rural area, and I know how hard it is for people of their age to raise three children.
"I have no skills and no culture. I have been driving sports cars for so many years. Although I am tired, the situation at home is getting better day by day. Watching my children grow up, I feel better than anything else." He
As he spoke, there was a trace of kindness on his face.
I looked at him and knew he must be a very good father.
"well!"
He sighed and continued: "It's just that life is unpredictable. Now the situation at home has just improved, and I got sick again. After several years of treatment, I still died in the end."
There was a trace of guilt on his face, and I knew that he felt guilty because of the financial burden his illness had placed on his family.
"Although the eldest son is already married, he has been injured and cannot move his left hand. He also has a child. My daughter and the second eldest son have not married yet. I am worried about how they will live after I die." When he said this, there was a look in his eyes.
Tears were already appearing faintly.
I didn't know what to say, so I had to light another cigarette for him. This is a man, a father. Even if he is dead, he still misses his children in his heart. This kind of person is a good person.
As the mainstay of the family, his sudden collapse was like the sky falling for a rural family, so he should be worried.
"You are a good person. Your children are now adults. I believe they will be able to live well even if you are gone." I said to him.
The man looked at me, nodded, then sighed again and said: "I was reluctant to let go when I first died, but in the past three days I have also figured it out. After all, my children are older and adults, and they will eventually have to die."
Face your own life, live your own life well, and don’t expect them to be successful. I just hope they can spend their lives in peace and be good people. After all, I am dead now and can’t help them. So I stay here.
It has no meaning in this world."
"You are a good person. You will not suffer any pain even if you go to hell. Your children will definitely be able to live their own lives as you want." I said to him.
This is not a polite word, but a sincere blessing.
"Thank you for chatting with me for so long. You are also a good person." The man said to me.
"If you're really worried, you can go home and have a look. I'll wait for you for a few days," I said.
He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, then stood up, smiled and shook his head at me, and said: "No, I'm dead now. It's useless to look at me a few more times. People and ghosts have different paths, and I will always have to do it."
I will go where I should go, and as long as my children can live well, I will have no regrets."
I also stood up, waved my hand to summon the vagina, and nodded slightly to him.
He glanced at the vulva door and seemed a little curious, but he still walked in.
But after entering, the man turned around, took one last look at the world, and murmured: "I hope you can live a good life and be a good person."
After the words fell, the man's figure disappeared into the vagina, and his soul returned to the underworld.
