Mysterious president, get away from me!

Fortunately, the night is already deep, no one will see Cao ronghua's strange, otherwise, people know that she was scared out of control, and no one will laugh at her.

Lin Chengxiao was glad in his heart.

After he sent her back to the room, he comforted her for a while, and then he returned to the mourning hall.

The hall is dark and glittering with incense, just like the glow of fireflies. Lin Chengxiao's eyes sank, and he suddenly raised his feet to enter the hall. He went to the sacrificial table and lit the candle with a lighter. The hall immediately lit up, and it was no longer so gloomy.

Lin Chengxiao returned to the futon, picked up a stack of paper money and put it in the brazier one by one. In an instant, the smell of incense and paper money diffused in the air, dispersing the faint smell of urine.

The night is very deep, quiet, Lin Chengxiao kneel for a while, legs numb, simply cross legged sitting on the futon, close your eyes.

I don't know how long, he gradually can't bear the attack of sleepy insects, dozing off.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Lin Chengxiao was shocked. He quickly opened his eyes and looked keenly in the direction of the sound. The next second, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face was shocked.

The old man's portrait, which was originally hung on the wall, fell on the sacrificial table. How could the photo suddenly fall down?

Lin Chengxiao's heart suddenly shrank. Without hesitation, he stood up and went to the sacrificial table. When he approached, he found that there was no crack in the frame. Moreover, it happened to be face up. He grasped his fingers and reached out to pick up the frame. Looking at the kind old man in the black-and-white photo, his eyes flashed and his thin lips were slightly strained, Just wanted to put the frame on the wall again, suddenly, he saw the old man in the photo shed tears!

In the photo, the old man's eyes are deep and resentful. Blood and tears flow slowly from the corners of his eyes, and the bright red tears slide down the thin cheekbones.

Lin Chengxiao's heart was shocked, and his fingers trembled. He thought his eyes were dazzled. He was wrong. He suddenly closed his eyes and opened them again. The two drops of blood tears had fallen to the old man's chin, and then they fell on his clothes. The black-and-white photos and bright red blood tears were shocking and cold.

Even if he was an atheist, he turned pale with fright. His hands and fingers clung tightly to the photo frame. His eyes were a little frightened and a little unbelievable. He was staring at the photo. His legs were suddenly as heavy as lead and hard to move.

"Cough... Cough..."

At this time, a hoarse, deep, familiar cough suddenly sounded in the hall.

This voice... This voice... Is the cough of the old man!

Lin Chengxiao's face became more and more ugly. Holding the photo frame tightly in his hands, he suddenly looked up around and yelled, "who? Who's playing tricks? Get out of here

"Cough... Cough..."

In response to him, there was only an old and familiar cough, which was very clear in this huge hall.

Lin Chengxiao suddenly put the picture frame on the sacrificial table, and his sharp eyes shot around, and said harshly, "who is it? Come out quickly

The cough suddenly disappeared, and then there was a "creak" sound. The door of the hall slowly opened, and Lin Chengxiao suddenly turned back, only to see that the door slowly opened, but not half a figure.

His back suddenly cooled, his fingers clenched, and he dashed to the door. The door suddenly stopped. He gritted his teeth and ran to the door. Looking left and right, he couldn't see anyone. The corridor was empty.

What's going on? Is there really a ghost?

Lin Chengxiao's vest was sweating and his body was very tight. He looked at the dark night with deep eyes. He didn't know how long it was standing. He slowly turned around and looked at the hall. The candle was yellow and the incense was burning. The black coffin gave people a sense of suffocation. He clenched his fingers and finally raised his legs and walked back to the sacrificial table.

The old man's photo frame is well placed on the desktop. He reaches out his hand to pick up the photo frame. His pupils suddenly shrink, and the blood and tears on the photo disappear! A few minutes ago, he saw the tears in the photo with his own eyes. A few minutes later, all the blood and tears stained on the photo disappeared, as if they had never appeared!

The cold sweat on his back is getting more and more intense. He has already wet his clothes, and his fingers and knuckles are slightly white. He tells himself over and over again in his heart that there is no ghost in this world, and there can be no ghost. But how do you explain all the strange things that happened tonight? Is it artificial? But where is the man who pretends to be a ghost? How did he do it?

A very small voice suddenly appeared in my mind, "the ghost of the old man has come back... He died in vain, so the photo shed blood and tears..."

Lin Chengxiao stares at the photo frame in his hand. For a long time, a grim sneer suddenly appears on his lips. What about ghosts? When the old man was alive, he had no way to deal with him. If he became a ghost, could he deal with him? over my dead body!

With a cold hum, his fast beating heart gradually calmed down. He raised the photo frame with both hands and hung it on the wall again. Then, without looking at the photo, he walked back to the futon and sat down.

After a few hours, Lin Chengxiao didn't doze off any more. He straightened his back and kept awake and alert.

Until early in the morning, the light of the day is slightly bright, and there is no strange thing happening in the hall. Lin Chengxiao looks up at the portrait of the old man, and his lips vaguely evoke a radian of ridicule. The so-called ghost is just a frightening thing.

"Chengxiao? Cheng Xiao Cao ronghua quietly came to the outside of the hall before everyone got up. He pushed the door open and drilled in. He didn't dare to see the coffin and portrait of the old man. He walked to Lin Chengxiao with his head down and said in a low voice, "how was last night? Are you ok? "

Lin Chengxiao smile, said, "I'm ok, everything is normal."

"Is it really OK?" Cao ronghua was still palpitating and said cautiously, "don't you hear a cough? And the sound of footsteps? "

Lin Chengxiao shook her hand, eyes dark said, "no, no, believe me, there is no ghost in this world." Even if there are ghosts, he is not afraid.

Cao ronghua didn't argue any more. She knelt down on the futon honestly. What she experienced last night convinced her that there were ghosts in the world. She thought that when she settled down her family affairs, she would burn incense in the temple and find an expert to help her drive away evil spirits.

At breakfast, Lin Lanyao saw that Cao ronghua was in a trance and worried. He either knocked over the milk or took off the chopsticks. His long eyelashes fanned to cover the flash of light at the bottom of his eyes.

Cao ronghua covers his mouth with a handkerchief at the old man's funeral, crying heartbroken. Lin Chengxiao holds her arm, and her handsome face is full of pain. By contrast, Lin Lanyao is too calm and indifferent. Only Jian Ning standing beside him knows how painful Lin Lanyao is at this time.

At the end of the funeral, the guests scattered one after another. Before Gu Xiaoqiao and Mo Ling left, they all went to Lin Lanyao and whispered "I'm sorry", and Lin Lanyao nodded slightly.

"Xiao Ning, take good care of LAN Yao." Gu Xiaoqiao came to Jianning's ear and whispered.

Jenning nodded. "I will."

Soon, silence returned to the cemetery. In front of the old man's tombstone, only Lin Lanyao and Jianning were left. Jianning looked at him, and the sun covered his tall and straight body. There was an indescribable loneliness.

They stood quietly in front of the tomb for a long time.

"When I was less than one year old, my father cheated and raised a little three outside..." Lin Lanyao looked at the tombstone in front of him with deep eyes, standing like a sculpture, and said slowly, "after Lin Chengxiao was born, my father insisted on divorcing my mother, but my grandfather firmly opposed it. He said that if my father divorced my mother, Then he thought he didn't have my father as a son. My father stopped for a while, but he didn't give up the idea of divorce... "