"You also gave it one, no, two small flower baskets."

"You gave it another one later."

"It's a small flower basket you made yourself."

"Did you remember?"

There was silence in the phone.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything again.

He thought that the girl should take some time to sort out her ideas.

......

"……Who are you?"

"How did you know about this?"

The girl tapped her head gently.

His expression became a little solemn.

Only she should know about this...

Then what happened to this person?

"Feel sorry."

The middle-aged man laughed, "I forgot to introduce myself."

"Hello, Chu Kexin, my name is..."

"I don't know you."

Before the middle-aged man could continue to say it, the girl interrupted the man.

A strange voice.

It's indeed a strange name.

She was wondering before whether she actually knew the person on the other side of the phone, but she just forgot about it.

...

"Yeah, I know."

The middle-aged man nodded.

If it weren't for the story of the tomb ghost, he wouldn't have known this girl.

“…”

The girl pursed her lips.

“Things are a bit long to say.”

The middle-aged man knew that the girl must be full of confusion now, "When I was visiting the grave on Qingming Festival..."

"My cemetery is right next to your mother's cemetery."

The middle-aged man explained.

Then I continued my own story, "I accidentally picked up a small flower basket..."

"I don't know that this little flower basket has its owner. I thought this little flower basket was thrown there..."

The middle-aged man told the girl about his experiences and experiences during this period.

The girl is the friend the tomb ghost wants to see.

He didn't think there was anything necessary to hide these from girls.

Moreover, it is necessary to make the girl believe his words.

...

“…this is how things happened.”

The middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief.

It was only a few days before I could tell that a lot of things had happened.

"Chu Kexin, why don't you go to visit the grave?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help asking the questions he had asked before again.

He was really confused.

Even if it is not for the tomb ghost, have I not been to see my mother's tomb for so many years?

...

“…”

The girl was breathing a little rapid on the phone.

The middle-aged man said something that had a great impact on her.

Tomb ghost...is it called tomb ghost?

It never told her.

However, it always remembers her name.

The corners of the girl's mouth bent upward, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

But soon, the girl's expression became stunned again.

Does the tomb ghost... really exist?
Chapter completed!