My mother was scared and I didn’t know.My father came in and drank my behavior.

I was full of thoughts that I was going to die, my heart was about to burst, and I couldn’t hear my parents’ cries.

I need the ashes!Only my grandmother could save me!Now only...

“Help me, help me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Suddenly there was a loud scream on the phone.It was this kind of cry that almost broke the long night.

I stopped, turned my head slowly, and looked at the phone.

There was no sound on the phone.

There were neighbors outside who were scolding, and others questioned uneasily.

My parents looked at me with wide eyes.

“Please...” I cried, and my legs knelt softly on the ground, “Please.”I want the ashes...Grandma’s ashes...it’s all true!Everything I say is true!”

This time my parents were completely frightened, trembled, and stammered my name.

“There are ghosts in this world.Really.You don’t hear voices, do you?Right . . . ashes, grandmother wants urn . . . . . . . . . .

I cried, there was no other way.

“Did your grandmother dream for you?”“Do you want ashes?”Dad asked incredulously.

“Yes.”

“What do you want the ashes to do?”

“Go to the green space!”I said, “Dad, what I’m saying is true.”

“So, what is this?”Dad pointed to the cell phone on the ground.

At this time, the phone sounded again, which scared people.

“Is it... dead?”

“Don’t be scared!”

“But that just...”

“Do you have a phone call?”

"I fought and no one answered."

“Deadly...”

“Ugh, aren’t we all going to die?”

I heard this conversation, more anxious.

Dad picked up his phone, looked at the screen, and said nothing.

“Dad!”I shouted.

“Desced now?”My father looks complicated.

“If you don’t, I’ll go to the cemetery myself.”I went to the cemetery myself.A shovel, a shovel.Call a car...” I suddenly thought of this way and got up from the ground.

My mother hugged me and cried.

They think crazy.I know I am awake.

I have to get the ashes and go to the central green.No matter how much Grandma can do it, she should know a lot of things.I’ll be killed by that ghost.I have to do something...

I thought about it and pushed my mother away.She and her father hugged me hard.

"All right!Go! go!We will accompany you!”

They finally compromised.

I was in my heart, but there was a louder voice in my heart.

No... no!You can't take the ashes out!

Can't let her out!

I saw myself and my parents walking toward the door, and my dad was still calling and contacting my uncle.To take the ashes, you always have to agree with the uncle.I didn’t know what to say, and Dad’s face became delicate.

“Boss is like that too.The boss also said that he had seen his mother, and his mother let him take the ashes.

Strangely, I heard my uncle’s voice.

The boss is talking about the big brother, the son of the uncle.I had memories of this cousin.

All the memories... that’s what I remember when I was two or three years old, so clear...

By the end of my life, I was already at the cemetery door.

I was in a hurry, but we had to wait for my uncle.

Wait until my uncle comes...

I saw the car coming.It was so far away that I saw that the driver was an uncle.

I want to get the ashes out!

No!

There was another voice in my heart shouting.

There were a lot of cars on the road, and several cars were parked at the entrance to the cemetery.The morning light is the sunrise.

Are they all graveyards?

No, no.They have the same purpose as mine.

“Why are so many people coming to get their ashes?”The cemetery managers were stunned.

Some of them are frightened, they are frightened, and some of them have red eyes and their faces are full of sorrow.

Scared, come to get the ashes; miss the relatives, come to get the ashes... and a few strange looks, greedy eyes, I am afraid I want to say something to the ghost of the dead.

I quickly reflected the results of these observations in my head, rational and calm.

On the other hand, my heart beat my breath quickly, and I have a sense of urgency to be targeted by evil spirits.

Not very right...

The uncle had parked the car, got out of the car with his cousin, and came over.

His cousin’s red eyes are the kind of people who are sad.

Dad and uncle said a few words.

Too many people have to take the ashes.This has never happened to the cemetery, at least.Some of them are busy.The men with the ashes lined up.Not everyone can get rid of their ashes.Some of the dead's graveyards are registered contacts of other people, even the deceased himself, relatives to take the ashes, have to come to provide proof.This is a very cumbersome procedure, and it is not a procedure that can be done in the cemetery.

I heard crying, I heard the screams.

The uncle squeezed into the crowd and shouted, saying that he was a contact person.

Can't take it out!

There was still a cry in my heart.

My head hurt and my soul seemed to be torn.

I felt the cold.

It’s an unspealy weird feeling.

The pain made me unable to think, but it was getting colder and colder.

Something is nearby...

I turned around and saw a neatly arranged tombstone outside.

The tombstones in the cemetery have different specifications, large and small, and the accompanying sculptures are also different.It is regular overall.

On this regular, neat tombstone, I saw the irregular shadow.

The shadow is scattered in the cemetery, floating above the tombstone.

Gradually, I saw the shadows.

“All right.”The uncle said.

I turned my head and saw a line of people coming out of the administrator’s office.

I see myself.

I remember all the things about myself, and looking at this face, I felt very familiar.

I saw myself pass by me, half the body that had rubbed my soul.

I looked down and saw nothing.

I had not felt my soul touched before, but in the field of view, I saw my own face too close.

My head was still a little drowsy, and the morgue of the cemetery made me very uncomfortable.Further afield, there are two clear throes.It's ghost.In the cemetery, these are just the souls that have not been born.

There is no way to rebirth.

I looked at the cemetery.

The souls sat on the tombstone, leaning on the tombstone, and some drifted in mid-air, curiously watching the mess.

I heard the buzzing voice, and the voice and the shape of those souls, from the blur became clear.

“What happened?”

“I think it’s changed.“Did you hear that foreign experience?”

"That's a foreign song."

“Oh, I don’t know what will happen...”

"My wife and I are here anyway, and I've been dead for so many years, whatever it is."

...

My soul suddenly appeared in the middle of the cemetery.

I saw myself and my family.

The names on the tombstones and the photos remind me of the memories of them.

The staff of the cemetery pryed the tomb and took out the grandmother's urn.

For a moment, my brain was pierced.

It's a big problem...

They are... to be released...

by Christina!

Really...

I think of this, the spirit of reism, the pain hit again, at the same time, and at the same time, the memory that I had forgotten before.