Midnight Offering

That student is a ghost.

What's going on He is still wearing his school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, just like when he is on the road.

But how did he die?

I pretended not to see him and went to the seat where he was sitting. He seemed to think that I was sitting beside him at will.

I looked slightly sideways, secretly looked at him, and noticed that there were tears on his face and dark green fingerprints on his plump cheeks.

There are not many passengers in this bus. With me and the driver, there are only four people, not including boys.

It's very quiet in the car. I really want to ask him something, but it's hard to ask him in this situation.

As a senior sister who studied with him in a high school, I met this junior brother. At the moment, he is still in the form of soul. Naturally, I want to ask him.

The car drove a few more stops, finally in the next platform is about to arrive, the boy stood up.

It seems that he still retains the experience of riding in the car. Seeing me sitting in his outer seat, he was stunned and wanted to ask me to give way, but he seemed to realize that he was dead and a ghost, and his face showed an embarrassed and embarrassed look.

I quickly pretended to get off the bus too. Without paying attention to him, I walked towards the back door.

He was relieved and came from behind me.

This station is not far away from my home. I think there is no problem walking back. When I got off the bus, I noticed where the stop was.

It was the door of an old-fashioned community. He just looked at the door of the community, and there were two old masters between the gatekeepers. He hesitated and didn't go in.

Finally, with his head down and shoulders down, he walked in the opposite direction.

I have been quietly watching him, but found that he is such a move, a little strange.

Shouldn't you go home? Or Forget the way home?

I trotted to catch up, walking side by side with him.

"Don't you go home?"

I asked, the boy did not return to me, has been low head, silent, mood is very low, always crying, face wet, did not see dry.

He did not respond, I did not give up to ask again, this time he just came back to God, stupidly staring at me, eyes gray, dim.

"You Can you see me? "

He pointed to himself foolishly and asked in surprise. I was amused by his appearance, but I knew that it was not the time to laugh, so I lowered the radian of the corners of my mouth.

"Otherwise? Am I talking to the air? "

"You..."

He seemed to want to ask me something again, but I interrupted him.

"I don't know what happened when you were alive, but if you die, you can't stay here. You should go where you should go."

The fat boy looked at me confused, the voice was as small as a mosquito: "then where should I go?"

I pointed to the ground: "hell, that's where you should be. If you stay in the sun, you will soon become a devil."

When he heard what I said, he even covered his face with his hands and sobbed.

I felt that the schoolbag behind him began to grow bigger, and gradually became the size of a hill, which was about to crush him on the ground.

The sound of his sobbing was very painful. I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how to comfort his young broken heart.

This younger brother must have suffered some setbacks before he died. Otherwise, how could he cry like this.

"You are the only one in the world who can see me."

He cried, I was surprised by his words. Before I comforted him, he cried even more fiercely!

"No one can see me, I can't even ask for help!"

"Tell me, I listen, what happened to you and why you died?"

The boy looked at my face, a pair of eyes without focus have been staring at me, which made me a little uneasy, but I still had the courage to think that he was a student in life, and certainly would not have evil intention to himself.

He sobbed, like a homeless child, he floated in front of me, and I followed me.

"I'm a senior three student. I'm going to be a senior three in September. My family told me that if I can't get into college, I won't go home!"

He shivered and began to recall his own experience: "they put pressure on me every day. Once I failed in the exam, they would kick and punch me. I'm fed up with it, boo Hoo."

I suddenly knew who the "they" in his mouth were, his parents?

It's normal to blame if you don't do well in the exam, but you can't beat a child.

Moreover, this boy is a senior three, and he is also an adult. He is 17 or 18 years old. This is a high pressure stage. If his family treats him like this, he will surely have a shadow in his heart.His soul floated to a roadside bench, sat down, lowered his head and murmured, "even if I get a good score and improve, they are still not satisfied."

He gave me a wry smile: "once I fell from the top three to the tenth. I didn't have any food that day, and I couldn't sleep with stomachache all night."

I know that many parents flatter a saying: filial son comes from under the stick. If you want to have a promising child, you should fight and scold.

Many people can bear it, but that doesn't mean all students can accept it.

I have also experienced senior three. Even now I am in college, I will still say that that time was hell. I think about it with self mockery.

His parents, however, were a little over the top.

"What happened then?"

I deliberately softened my tone, so as not to frighten him. He looked at me, his eyes moved away, and said in silence: "I have been bearing it silently. I've been studying crazily. I've always wanted to bring a good result to my family. But I find that my attention is getting worse and worse, and my memory is getting worse and worse."

"I began to lose sleep. I tossed and turned in bed every night, but I couldn't sleep."

His voice became more and more low and stopped abruptly.

I sat quietly beside him and looked at him, "what happened after?"

The boy's face was gray, his mouth was open and closed, and he choked for a long time, saying, "but my parents don't care if I sleep well or eat well. They ask me every day whether there is an exam recently and how is it? Home is this sentence, the test is not good, even let me kneel to do homework. "

He slightly raised his head, a sad face let me heartache: "that night, because of a test, I passed the countdown of the whole class, and my parents united together to teach and beat and scold me. I couldn't help but jump down from the 12th floor of my home."

Hearing this, my heart suddenly tightened.

The voice in my ear did not stop: "I thought that death could make me free, but I found that I had become a lonely soul, drifting alone in this world, I did not have relief."

He looked at his hands and murmured: "I was pulled by an invisible force. I was sitting on the bus that I learned to take every day. I went back and forth between home and school in an infinite cycle. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't do it."

I know why I can't get rid of him. He who becomes a land bound spirit will naturally be limited by the region.

I sympathize with him and feel sorry for him. I have an answer to his behavior before he died.

He suffered a lot of language violence and behavior violence, and finally jumped out of the building to commit suicide. This is a typical example of depression.

The most distressing thing for me is that he was determined to die, plucked up his courage, and got rid of the distress and pressure of his life. He thought that everything would end, but he found that he did not.

What a despair it was for him!

There is only one reason for him to stay in the world.

That is, he still has obsession and his last wish has not been fulfilled.

"Do you have any unfinished wishes?" I asked. He looked at me as if he was thinking. At last, he shook his head and grinned bitterly.

"As a student of mine, what wishes can I have? I have been torn to pieces by my parents. What will I have?"

From his words, I heard the tone of complaint and reproach, and I immediately had an answer in my heart: "you are hating your parents."

I use the affirmative tone, not doubt.

The boy seemed to be stabbed in the pain, jumped up from his seat and yelled at me, "I didn't! How could I... "

I showed a soothing smile and looked at him: "you don't know. When you were talking about your parents just now, you said it in a tone of complaint. Are you hating them? They are forcing you too hard. You hate them to exert so much pressure on you."

"I..."

"To be honest, yes or no, the reason why you can't get rid of this lies in what I asked you."

I have been talking to him in a very slow and soft voice, trying to persuade him.

"Have you ever thought that all your parents do is for your own good. Maybe their methods are tough or even too much, but their starting point is good."

"But it still has a negative impact on you."

He lowered his head, I continued: "you say you don't complain, but you hate them in your heart. Otherwise, you won't stay here all the time, repeating the behavior of going to and from school, because they have brought you too much influence."

"The shadow must have been very big before you died. Otherwise, how could you have refused to go back home just now?"

He was silent, looked up for a long time and asked, "what should I do?"

I smile at him: "go home and have a look."

Go home? I saw him subconsciously make a dodge action, his face showed a reluctant expression, I patted him on the shoulder, advised: "go back and have a look, you died, your parents must be very sad, they may have confessed some things they did to you.""You should listen to them. Maybe the knot here will be opened."

I pointed to his chest and said, "there is not much time left for you. Remember, you are a ghost now, not a person. You should go where you should go and never untie the knot in your heart. Before long, you will become a devil."

"At that time, you will lose all your good knowledge and become an evil existence."

In fact, when I finished this sentence, I felt a little regret and thought of the evil ghost attached to yunya.

Are all evil spirits bad?