The mournful music sounded, and I was put into a dark coffin. Now there is only a wisp of my soul floating around, and I will go to the underworld in a few hours. My body can only be placed properly after it has been properly placed.

I will be reincarnated in seventy-seven forty-nine days. At this time, I was very afraid that I would not be reincarnated. When I breathed my last breath, I told my aunt to bury me well. I was still very young, so I let me

My parents, a white-haired girl, gave away a black-haired girl. I was very sad and wanted to survive, but I couldn’t.

After the funeral, I had to leave this world. The entrance to the underworld was shining brightly, and I knew that entering it would lead to the next life.

At the entrance to the underworld, there was a fairy in charge registering the passing souls. I looked around to confirm that I was in heaven. It seemed that I was not a bad person. The fairy in charge asked my name and age, and sighed: "Okay.

"Young age" let me in. I need to stay here for seventy-seven forty-nine days before I can qualify for reincarnation. In heaven, the undead only need to enjoy themselves and live in heaven with the memories of their previous lives.

Seventy-seven forty-nine days.

01

There may be three meals a day, and there may be feasting and feasting, but the forty-nine days are actually so difficult.

There are undead souls passing by on the Bridge of the Dead every day. There are undead souls who are eager to reincarnate and wander here every day. There are also undead souls who are unwilling to reincarnate and jump off the bridge of the dead to pieces.

That day, a man came to the underworld. On the Bridge of the Dead, he played the guitar and stayed there every day.

When I had nothing to do, I would sit by the Bridge of the Dead and look at the passing scenery. Sitting with me was a woman of about forty years old. She told me: "You know what? That man is really dead."

Well, he was poisoned to death by his wife!"

"He looks very young and doesn't look like someone with a wife."

"Hey, man! It's puppy love, you have the seed."

"Then why did his wife poison him?"

"It's cheating. I heard that the child is not his father."

"Oh, that's it." The man only played that unnamed piece of music every day, and five days passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the man suddenly put down his guitar and came to me. He asked me: "What is your name?"

"Uh...my name is Nianfeng." Why did he suddenly ask me my name? I kept asking myself this.

"Do you know where there is a place to live?" There is no clear ownership of the house in the underworld, because after all, everyone has to go to the afterlife, so if there is no room for the undead, other spirits can move in. I think, he

I have been at the Bridge of the Dead for five days, and I must be tired. I thought there was an empty room next to my house, and the previous owner there had just been reincarnated yesterday. So I took him there.

He was sitting in the room, tuning his guitar. There was no sunlight in the underworld, even in heaven. Dim candlelight filled the messy room, and there was a half bottle of white wine left by the previous owner on the table. I stood at the door.

Looking at him, he raised his head and asked me: "Is there anything else?"

The devil knows why I stood there so blindly! I am a ghost!

02

The next morning, I got up very early because tomorrow was my first day and I could go back and take a last look at my parents.

There was a weak candlelight in his room, and the shadows of people were reflected on the wall. I brought him some food, and he looked down at his guitar without saying a word to me. I asked him

: "Tomorrow is my first birthday. I want to go back and see my parents. What about you? When will your first birthday be?"

He spoke: "Tomorrow."

I have some doubts in my heart. He came to the underworld a few days later than me. Why did he come to the underworld on the same day as me?

My first seven, I went home.

Nothing at home has changed. My elderly parents have turned gray. On my memorial tablet are my favorite dumplings stuffed with chives, made by my mother. I want to hug them again and tell them

I am good to them, but I can't do it anymore. I am just a lonely soul, invisible to human eyes. Today is the last time we meet. In this life, our fate will end here. Although I have all kinds of

Reluctant and unwilling to give up, I can't do anything. I can only watch them shed tears of losing their children in this world...

When I returned to the underworld, I was in a very depressed mood. I sat on the threshold of the door. At the end of the underworld, the sun in the human world shone dimly. He came and sat next to me.

"Didn't you come back to the human world and take a look?" I asked him. Today was also his first day, so he should go back and take a look.

"No."

I miss my parents in the human world. I always hope that I can still remember my parents after reincarnation. I hope, fervently hope.

"How did you die?" he asked me.

"Died of illness." I died of cancer at the age of twenty.

"Did anyone tell you that I was poisoned to death by my wife?"

"I never believe other people's rumors."

"That's not a rumor, it's true."

I looked at him in shock. The man in front of me was clean and handsome, and he was only in his twenties. How could he suffer such a tragic experience? I didn't know what to say for a moment.

"My wife was my first love. I married her when I was twenty years old. When we got married, she was pregnant with another man's child. The child's father was imprisoned, and she was a helpless woman. I

We got married to her. Later, the man was released from prison and came to my wife to reconcile with her. My wife remembered my kindness to her and couldn't open her mouth. The child is very cute and likes to be with her very much.

We were together. The man had murderous intentions and instigated my wife to poison my water and pretended that it was me who committed suicide. My body was kept at the medical examiner's office for three days before being buried."

I didn't know whether to comfort him or scold the cruel man and woman for him. He just looked into the distance firmly, with no hatred or unwillingness in his eyes, and was as calm as water.

03

In the days that followed, he often came to my door to talk to me at dusk. I would tell him about my memories in this world, and he would not speak much, just listen to what I said. He would sometimes take a

Playing his guitar for me. This life in the underworld is much easier.

People in heaven are very happy. On days when people are singing and dancing, most people are drunk. I always don't like to be in the crowd, and then get drunk and fall on the street of the underworld. I was very happy that day, and I actually got drunk.

I followed him to the most lively place, with all kinds of people and things, and fine wines readily available. He followed me, and I turned around to show him interesting things, and he smiled at me. After drinking all kinds of fine wines,

, I am already an alcoholic, a big alcoholic who can’t stand still.

He helped me, but I kept making noises and refused to go home. We came to the Bridge of the Dead, which is where I first met him. I can only stay in this underworld for forty-nine days. After forty-nine days,

After a bowl of Meng Po soup, everyone will be in the next life. No one will remember anyone. So, I fell in love with the man in front of me.

"Young Master, I seem to have fallen in love with you." I leaned against his chest softly, smelling of alcohol, and his heart was beating rapidly. He always said nothing and still supported me vigorously.

The next day, I woke up in a daze, and the words of those bastards last night also came to my mind.

Come on. I just wanted to give myself a few slaps, wondering how I should face him in the future. Just when I was distressed, he came.

"You're awake." He handed me a glass of warm water.

I pretended not to remember anything and said naturally: "Well, I really drank too much yesterday. I'm not drunk, am I? I don't even remember what I did yesterday." Oh my god, this is it.

No silver, three hundred taels.

He looked at me: "You don't remember anything?" he asked me, seemingly surprised.

I continued to pretend to be confused and said: "Who can remember when you are so drunk?"

He looked at me, as if he thought I wasn't lying. "Oh, then you can rest." After that, he left.

In the next few days, we chatted and looked at the scenery as usual, and no one mentioned anything about that night.

04

Seeing that the time for reincarnation is getting closer and closer, I actually don't want to reincarnate so soon. Today, two more people jumped from the Bridge of the Dead, a man and a woman, and they were shattered to pieces.

I talked about this matter with him. "Do you want to be reincarnated?"

"Think about it."

"I also want to be a healthy person and live a longer life in the next life. What about you? What kind of person do you want to be in the next life?"

"I don't know, it can be anything. After all, this is not something we can control."

"Why do you think they would give up reincarnation and would rather be shattered into pieces?"

He stopped talking again and played the guitar by himself. I liked watching him play the guitar, it was the most beautiful scenery in the underworld.

There are only nine days left before reincarnation, and the days in the underworld will eventually pass. The remaining nine days are the deadline for him and me. After nine days, over a bowl of Meng Po soup, neither of us will remember the other.

I decided to confess to him. I came to his room, and he was looking at the half-bottle of liquor from a long time ago. When he saw me coming, he sat beside the bed and vacated the only chair for me. We sat looking at each other.

, everyone seemed to have a lot to say, but they just couldn't speak. I said: "We will be reincarnated in nine days, and we won't be able to remember each other by then, you know?"

"I know."

"Do you remember what I said when I was drunk that night?"

"I remember, do you still remember?"

He looked at me eagerly, as if he wanted to get an answer from me. "I remember."

He looked at me with a hint of surprise in his eyes. After a moment, he relaxed his expression and actually smiled at me. I understood that he had been waiting for me to remember what he had said.

05

There are still nine days until reincarnation.

We have seen every part of the underworld together, and we have lowered our heads and looked down at the bottomless river of the dead for a long time. He always likes to play his guitar. I asked him what music he played, and he said

I don’t know. I think the song must have a name, but he didn’t want to tell me.

There are eight days left until reincarnation.

We sat at the door and watched the passing undead all day long. Some of them were speeding up their pace, and some were walking slowly. Each undead lived here with memories of previous lives, so some undead were not happy, although

They came to heaven.

There are still seven days until reincarnation.

We stayed at the Bridge of the Dead for a day, and every day there would be dead souls jumping off it. Most of them were women. Why are there so many infatuated women in the world?
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