Chapter 93 This is a ghost (2) Zuihua looked back, Zuihua is this...
Drunk flower looks back.
Zuihua is the name of this man. His real name is Wang Zuihua, which means the most dazzling Chinese. However, he likes to drink and often gets drunk, so everyone calls him Zuihua.
Zuihua eventually drank himself to death, suffering a sudden cerebral infarction. After his death, he felt sorry for his wife and children, so he came back to visit them often.
He would often lean on the railing and cry to express his guilt.
Zuihua turned around and looked at the drifting ice sea, a little surprised.
He didn't expect that she would follow him, and he was still watching her crying. She used to be cold and didn't like socializing very much, and she never paid much attention to him. So when he greeted her just now, she ignored him, and he didn't take it seriously.
Now she not only followed him, but also greeted him when he was spying on her old house.
It scared him.
Zuihua floated over from the window of Zhang Yazhi's former residence, as if she had been caught committing adultery, and floated to Zhang Yazhi's side without any reason.
He stood beside her hesitantly, his feet seemed to be tied with an iron chain, and he stood like a tumbler that was about to drift away at any time.
"What are you looking at?" asked Liu Binghai.
Zuihua turned around, thought for a moment, and said, "Guizhi..."
A dazed look on his face.
Liu Binghai asked again, "What are you looking at?"
If he doesn't tell her, she's going to bite him.
Zuihua finally replied, "I came back to see Jinxiu and the baby, and to visit your old home."
Zuihua paused halfway through her speech and then said with sympathy, "It's not easy for you."
His foot looked injured. Can ghosts get injured? It could have been injured in his life. He was a drunkard, often in debt and beaten. I'm afraid he must have been crippled long ago.
Zuihua swung her legs and swayed like a tree shadow. Suddenly, she sat down, curled up, and looked a little resentful and depressed. "It's not easy for me, and it's even harder for my wife and children. I don't have the money to support the family, and I've made them suffer."
"Just remarry." Liu Binghai comforted.
Zuihua gave her a hurt look.
The clanging leg clanged again.
After Zuihua's death, Zuihua's wife raised the two children with great difficulty and was a loyal woman.
Some people introduced her to potential partners, but she was either too loyal or still afraid of the bad men, so she refused to marry again.
"It's not easy for you either." Zuihua said.
The air thinned for a moment. Zuihua was preoccupied. She spoke to Liu Binghai, as if talking to herself, "My wife doesn't like to spend money, but she likes to save it. I've spent all the money in the house on drinking and gambling. However, I've never been a whore, which is fair to her, but also unfair to her. I don't have money. If I had money, who knows what kind of outrageous things I might do."
Zuihua’s wife is pretty and pretty, and Zuihua is not worthy of her at all.
This is what the plot tells Liu Binghai.
Zuihua looked at the drifting ice sea and said, "It's not easy for you either."
The night is very dark, but the moon is very gentle.
Zuihua spoke like she was drunk, as if she had drunk eight liang of wine, "Guizhi..."
He once saw her husband coming in and out of a place not far away with another woman.
At that time, it had been less than two months since Zhang Guizhi had a miscarriage. He saw Zhang Guizhi at home alone, sweeping the fallen leaves that had drifted in from the window with a large broom. The leaves were yellow and green. He didn't know why she always liked to open the window in the middle of winter. The wind outside the window hit the door frame, making the top of the door frame clang.
At that time, he could hear it clearly next door.
However, he could clearly see that Zhang Guizhi was a very capable woman.
She was incredibly strong, like a man, and she seemed filled with resentment towards everyone around her. The sound of her buckets fetching water was almost the same as the sound of a living person banging on a coffin. She always had a cold face as she fetched bucket after bucket of water into the house. That water could drown a living person, but it could also slowly nourish the saplings outside the house. It was said that she and her husband had a good relationship in the past, but ever since he hugged that woman, he had rarely been home. Fortunately, she had a business as an abacus accountant in a pawn shop, and the money she earned was enough to support herself. I guess she made a lot of money.
I remember one time, he lost money in drinking and gambling, and his wife at home refused to pay him back. He even borrowed a few dollars from Guizhi. At that time, she was not very willing, with a dark face and red eyes, and she pulled out a few bills for him. Until now, the money has not been paid back yet.
She managed the household alone, which was not easy. Once, he even heard the man beat her.
Just after her miscarriage, he was listening to the crackling noises of a riot on the other side of the wall next door. She was swearing and cursing, and the man seemed to want to force her to sign the divorce agreement. He kept asking her whether she wanted to divorce or not, whether she wanted to sign or not. He could even hear the sound of a woman tearing her hair and her buttocks rubbing against the floor.
After a noise, the man left angrily. He sneaked out and saw that the door was not closed. She was sitting on the ground with her face buried, her hair disheveled, and she had lost all the charm she had when they first got married.
He was a big gossip and stalked the man.
In fact, he was so poor at the time that he just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to blackmail the man.
He saw a man hugging a woman into a teahouse. Entering with them was a man in a hat and sunglasses, who had the air of an upper class. He couldn't recognize who he was, but he recognized the car that was sending the man in the hat. It was a car from a law firm. The people who came out of it were either lawyers or judges, anyway, they were people that ordinary people couldn't afford to offend.
Especially someone he, a drunkard, couldn't afford to offend.
He squatted at the door of the teahouse and waited for a long time, about three hours, before they came out. The man in the hat left in the car, and the man and the woman walked into a deep alley hand in hand. They didn't talk much. He only heard the man say to the woman: If you can't do it, just do it with her.
He was so scared that he must have wanted to be the woman at home.
He really wanted to extort money from the man, but he was afraid that he would be tricked too, so he slipped away quickly.
Every time he passed by that deep alley, he would think of what the man said, and his heart would rustle.
It's a pity that he died before we could see who did whom.
It’s better to die. I don’t have to pay back the money, get drunk anymore, or look at the listless face of my wife at home.
"It's not easy for you." Zuihua finished organizing her memoirs and said to Liu Binghai.
It is not easy for a woman not to be loved.
Thinking that he must know something, Liu Binghai nodded as a response.
"What are your plans next?" Liu Binghai asked Zuihua.
Zuihua was stunned by the question. She was already dead, so what plans could she have? She didn't have any plans when she was alive. How could she still strive for life after she died?
Zuihua was confused by the question: "What about you, what are your plans?"
Liu Binghai thought about it and felt that being a ghost who enjoyed blessings was not as good as being a ghost who cherished blessings, and being a ghost who cherished blessings was not as good as being a ghost who sought blessings for himself. But no matter what kind of ghost he was, it was not as good as entering the cycle of reincarnation and becoming a ghost who could be reborn.
But before reincarnation, one must travel around the human world.
Do something bad by the way.
"Float around a bit and find something to do."
Zuihua fell to the ground again after hearing this. "Oh my God, I finally died, and I still have to find something to do, drunkard, drunkard, I finally became a drunkard and I still have to do things?"
Seeing how shameless he was, Liu Binghai didn't want to say anything more to him and just floated away.
We were just neighbors before, and we didn't have much to talk about.
The drifting ice sea drifted away, Zuihua was still lying on the ground. When she floated to the front of a tavern, he had already fallen asleep.
Zhang Guizhi's husband used to come to this tavern often. She floated into the tavern, sat inside for a long time, and took a few sips of the wine ordered by other customers.
Afterwards they all complained that the wine was not tasty enough and was so bland, and they called the boss a profiteer.
She had been floating in the drifting ice sea for several days, drinking and eating her fill. She guessed that Zuihua might come here often as well. He could finally become a ghost who drank for free, so he must drink to his heart's content.
After several days, she finally saw the man.
The original owner's ex-husband walked in arm in arm with the woman, ordered a bottle of foreign wine and a few side dishes, and sat down to chat and laugh.
Drifting Ice Sea also ran over to take a few bites.
She would never poison them. Other customers rarely ordered such expensive wine.
The taste of the wine faded too quickly, and the woman became a little anxious. She complained that there was something wrong with the wine, and that the store owner must have cheated her out of her money and done something to deceive the audience in the wine glass.
She went to argue with the store owner, and took the opportunity to sip the delicacies they ordered.
The braised chicken was good, her favorite, and she slurped up half the plate.
The store manager explained to the woman that the wines were all from the best merchants and were not adulterated. As for why the taste had become lighter, the store manager couldn't explain it. He couldn't afford to offend an old customer, so he had to give her another bottle of foreign wine.
After opening the wine, the woman took a few sips and accepted it after finding it tasted pure.
Returning to her seat, the woman ate the braised chicken.
I was surprised to find that the taste was very strange. Half of it had the pure original fragrance, but the other half had no taste at all, as if it had been chewed by someone. It was fishy and bland, with no meaty aroma at all.
At the same time, Liu Binghai began to sip the bottle of foreign wine that the woman had just opened.
Expensive wine tastes good. They are so rich, they can’t just enjoy it by themselves, they should take her with them to enjoy it.
Liu Binghai was enjoying himself here, but the woman was wondering why the dishes today tasted so strange, either fishy or bland, it was simply unbelievable.
Liu Binghai held his cheek and looked at her. She wanted to have a taste of what the man owed the original owner to this woman.
The woman complained: Today's food and wine are not tasty.
The woman had a tender voice and a petite figure, a graceful demeanor that could be held in one hand, which made men love her endlessly. Unlike Zhang Guizhi, who had a slender and upright figure, men had little desire to conquer her.
As soon as the woman complained, the man hugged her, unwilling to let the woman in his arms get angry.
"Don't be angry, we'll go drink somewhere else another day." The man coaxed in a low voice.
The ice-drifting sea drank up all the wine in the bottle.
The woman was angry and took a sip of the wine, her eyes almost falling to the ground.
How come a bottle of good wine that was so mellow just now becomes like water after being left for a while? Is it adulterated or is it a ghost?
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