Chapter 80: Ten Years of Cause and Effect (3)
Seeing Zhang Yan looking at her with a puzzled look, Ning Huanxin smiled slightly: "I borrowed the key from someone and came in. Your room is so beautiful."
"Yes, is it?"
Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan's eyes flickered and she seemed a little embarrassed.
"Actually, this room has been like this since I can remember. I feel very familiar with it. This might be my old room. Unfortunately..."
She sighed and said, "Unfortunately, I have no memory. No one can tell me who I am. I don't even know how I died."
The past is blank, the future is uncertain, and I am just a soul, a soul that can never walk out of a small room and cannot communicate with anyone for ten years. This feeling is really uncomfortable.
"Have you been living like this for the past ten years?" Ning Huanxin couldn't help but ask with a distressed look on her face.
"Yes, but..." Zhang Yan paused: "Last year, this hotel was connected to the Internet, and I accidentally discovered that I could connect to the WeChat network of the underworld through this network. Later, I joined the WeChat group and chatted with everyone, but everyone had their own residence and name. Only I didn't have a name until you came here..."
Just because she lived next door to Ning Huanxin and could chat with her, Zhang Yan changed her nickname to The Ghost Next Door.
Hearing her words, Ning Huanxin was stunned for a moment. She still clearly remembers the first time she joined the WeChat group and the first time she chatted with the female ghost next door. At that time, Zhang Yan was very happy and was afraid that she would ignore her.
She was really lonely for a long time.
"Actually, I know you."
Ning Huanxin bit her lip lightly, walked to the bookshelf, and her slender hands swept across the rows of books, finally stopping on a book.
It was the poetry collection that Qin Su gave to Zhang Yan back then.
Ten years of life and death are so vague, I can never forget it without thinking about it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, where can I express my sorrow?
"Do you read this poetry collection often?" Ning Huanxin found that this poetry collection was placed in the same position as before, making it easiest to reach.
"Yes, I like it very much, but every time I see it, I want to cry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Can ghosts be sad too?"
Ghosts cry blood. Many ghosts cannot shed tears unless they are truly sad.
"Let me tell you a story."
Ning Huanxin sat aside and slowly recounted the story of ten years ago.
Zhang Yan is different from Li Yan. She is a simple girl and has done no sin. It's just that because of the incident that happened that year, she lost her memory. She can't remember herself, but she has infinite concern and obsession with the world of the living in her heart.
As Ning Huanxin slowly told the whole story, Zhang Yan's eyes kept changing, and her heart was up and down as she listened to the story.
After hearing the end, Zhang Yan looked at Ning Huanxin nervously: "What happened next? What happened to Qin Su?"
This name made Zhang Yan feel familiar and excited.
“He has become a monk.”
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Ning Huanxin whispered calmly, "In fact, he didn't mean to deceive Zhang Yan. I believe he is sincere to her. Unfortunately, fate plays tricks on people. There are too many mistakes and mistakes in this world. Not all lovers can end up together."
After hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan was quiet for a moment: "Actually, Zhang Yan...is that my name?"
"Yes, you are Zhang Yan."
(End of this chapter)