The girl was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, her head lowered, and her hair hanging down her cheeks blocked the expression on her face.
The car started to move slowly.
The grave ghost thought, I wonder if the girl will call it the next time we meet?
It looked stunned.
The girl raised her head and looked out the window.
The sudden movement caught the Tomb Ghost off guard.
Its heart skipped a beat.
After seeing the disappointed look on the girl's face, he felt a little funny about his nervousness.
How could a little human girl see it from such a long distance?
It watched the car drive away.
For a moment, the girl stuck her head out and looked into the sky.
But soon, the girl retracted her head.
It vaguely heard a few familiar voices.
Fool.
Did you get scolded?
It couldn't help but curl its lips.
Even if it is a monster, it knows that what the girl did by sticking her head out just now is very dangerous.
…
The grave ghost returned to the cemetery.
The girl's mother's grave.
It took out a small flower basket from behind the tombstone.
This is what it was hidden here on purpose.
Put it in front, is it a little worried that it will be taken away by others?
Moreover, there is already a small flower basket in front.
This is obviously a little flower basket given to it by a girl.
If it also placed this small flower basket in front of the tombstone, wouldn't people who saw it think that both small flower baskets belong to the owner of the tombstone?
That's not the case.
The tomb ghost thought a little awkwardly.
This little flower basket belongs to him.
It does not belong to the owner of the tomb.
…
After playing with the small flower basket for a while, the tomb ghost put the small flower basket back behind the tombstone.
When he was about to leave, he hesitated for a while and squatted in front of the small flower basket again.
The flowers dotted in the small flower basket are very beautiful.
There is no sign of yellowing or wilting.
The tomb ghost was a little surprised.
Is this dried flower?
Although not as vivid and lively as flowers.
However, this lasting beauty also makes it feel happy.
It has picked beautiful flowers before.
It is obvious that the flowers are so beautiful when you first see them, but soon after you pick them, the beautiful flowers begin to look ugly.
The petals begin to curl up.
There are also disharmonious variegations in the pure white color.
Not just white flowers, flowers of other colors are the same.
The beauty of plucked flowers is short-lived.
Later it stopped picking flowers.
Unless you see something you particularly like.
…
It was spring again, and the girl and her family came again.
This time, the tomb ghost did not float to the girl's side, but just sat on the tombstone and looked at the girl.
After finishing the incense, the girl raised her head and looked at it with its crescent-shaped eyes.
The mouth was slightly open and silent, but the tomb ghost knew that the girl was calling - Ah Piao.
It also laughed.
…
Even though they didn't say a word, the Tomb Ghost was in a good mood.
This made him look forward to the next meeting.
It was obvious that he was hesitant before appearing in front of the girl.
As a result, it came to this cemetery again.
…
This time, the tomb ghost followed the girl again.
I followed the girl all the way down the mountain.
But the girl still didn't notice its "following".
I always feel a little embarrassed.
…
The cold winter is gradually going away.
In the past few days, the spring rain has been pouring, and the air is filled with the fragrance of vegetation and the slightly fishy smell of earth.
The grave ghost sits on a tree next to the tombstone.
The intertwined branches and leaves block the falling rain.
Occasionally, "fish that slipped through the net" will fall on it.
It's cool, which makes it feel a little comfortable.
There was a faint noise at the foot of the mountain.
It knew that it was time to sweep graves again.
Then the girl...is coming too.
...
Realizing the faint expectation in his heart, the grave ghost's face froze.
It's just... After all, the girl gave it a gift... If the other person is so caring, it can't be too indifferent, right?
It is rare to meet a human being who can see it and is not afraid of it...
This human also gave it a gift, and if it was a little more enthusiastic, it would be reciprocal.
Many thoughts went through Tomb Ghost's mind in an instant.
Then, it felt that its mood was at ease.
That's right.
That human should be lucky that she was the first human to give it a gift, otherwise, it wouldn't come to this cemetery at this time every year... to wait for her.
...
However, is it too positive?
Or wait until the girl calls it and then show up?
no.
The grave ghost shook his head.
After the last time, the girl probably won't call it out loud anymore.
At that time, it will be bullied by those humans who cannot see it.
Ah, it's true.
The tomb ghost was a little angry.
Even if those humans can't see it themselves, how do they know that others can't see it?
It can't wait to appear under their noses and let those righteous human beings know what is true.
Not seeing... doesn't mean it's not there.
However, if you can't see it, then even if it exists, it has no meaning, right?
Tomb Ghost felt that he had overused his brain.
It shook its head.
Why do you think about these things?
available-
The grave ghost forgot what he said next.
It raised its eyes.
A group of humans walked towards it.
Then, it met a pair of big black eyes that blinked at it.
There is an obvious smile and a touch of cunning in his eyes.
It also laughed.
Girl, here we are.
...
Every year the girl comes with her family to visit the grave.
The tomb ghost and the girl just looked at each other and smiled every time.
The grave ghost watched quietly as the girl swept the grave.
There is one more small flower basket in front of the tombstone.
The girl also made a small flower basket for him.
There are still dried gypsophila flowers inside.
Because of her mother, the girl’s favorite thing is the gypsophila.
Gypsophila of various colors.
The little flower basket this time is a bit more exquisite than the one I gave him the first time.
Obviously, the girl's skills are improving.
...
We meet once a year, and there is no more communication between one person and one demon.
However, the tacit understanding between them is slowly growing.
Over the years, they have become as close as old friends.
Without too many words, they can understand each other's thoughts with just a look and an action.
The grave ghost thought that days like this would last forever.
Until the girl leaves forever.
However, it is wrong.
...
It's the grave-sweeping time of the year again, and it's sitting on the tombstone.
The patter of rain swayed in the wind.
The green flames above its head surged and undulated, completely unaffected by the rain.
It looked up at the sky.
The sky is a little dark.
There is a faint light shining through the thick clouds.
It knows.
When the rain stops, the sun will come out.
...
The tomb ghost softly hummed a tune similar to a song.
This is a tune it learned from the birds that were always frightened by the noise it made and flew away in all directions.
Because I’ve heard it too much.
After all, the scene of a large number of birds rushing to fly into the sky is quite shocking.
It finds it interesting, so it always scares the birds intentionally or unintentionally.
For a while it was so noisy that all the birds in the nearby mountains and forests hid.
Or left.
After belatedly discovering this, the Tomb Ghost finally restrained some of his bad taste.