Telling stories and writing scripts are different things.

Especially those who listen to the story are right in front of you.

Of course, Chen Zhixian could not really copy the original plot of the original version of "The Ghostly Life" and tell Xia Zhiqiu.

Speaking of the notes, Chen Zhixian stopped.

Sure enough, Xia Zhiqiu was immediately curious.

"That note, by the way, what is written on that note?" Xia Zhiqiu couldn't help asking.

Chen Zhixian didn't say that, okay, mainly because he really didn't know what was written on that note.

In fact, that note can be said to be the key to the entire plot of "The Ghostly Life".

He continued: "The boy's ghost thought of the note, but at this time, because the girl had left, the landlord repainted the house and the cracks in the wall were blocked.

He had no way to pick out the notes, so he could only continue to wait in place, waiting for the girl to come back one day."

"Ah?" Xia Zhiqiu exclaimed immediately.

"This boy's ghost is so pitiful."

"What happened later?" Xia Zhiqiu did not continue to ask what the note was written this time, but couldn't wait to know the follow-up.

"Later? Later, the houses moved in one after another, and when the tenants watched other people's family be happy and reunited, they occupied their own house, the boy's ghost began to make trouble.

The ghost wearing bed sheets created a series of supernatural events, driving away wave after wave of tenants.

However, until many years later, the house was demolished, and the girl still didn't wait for the girl to come back."

The film "The Ghostly Life" in the previous life was actually not very good, because the director didn't know if he wanted to express it too much or didn't know how to tell stories at all. Just tell the story well, don't be ridiculous, and play with the trick of bringing private goods, such as a long shot of a five-minute meal, which is simply a rhythm of driving people out.

But I have to say that this story is actually quite creative.

In particular, the development of the plot is very counterintuitive! Or rather, the routine is relatively new.

Xia Zhiqiu did not continue to ask this time, but seeing her dedication and curiosity but holding back her questions, Chen Zhixian felt that it was really worth telling this story.

"The house collapsed after being demolished, with only one white, one flower, and two ghosts covered with bed sheets.

Flower bed sheet ghost glanced at the boy's ghost and said that she felt that the person she was waiting for would not come back.

In an instant, her flower sheets slammed into the ground, and the ghost who lost hope disappeared."

Xia Zhiqiu suddenly felt reluctant and said, "Ah, wouldn't the boy's ghost be even more lonely? Originally, there was at least one flower sheet ghost, but now even the flower sheet ghost has disappeared. Wouldn't he be alone again?"

In fact, movies like "The Ghostly Life" have always been suitable for female audiences.

Because, when dealing with feelings and love, women have always been more emotional than men.

This is obvious when Xia Zhiqiu listens to the story and has such a big reaction.

Chen Zhixian hugged Xia Zhiqiu, and his voice became distant

“When the waiting has become existence itself and no longer waits, it will no longer exist.

So the flower sheet disappeared because she no longer waited, so the meaning of her existence was meaningless.

However, as long as there is a trace of obsession, I will continue to wait.

So the boy's ghost waited and the skyscrapers rose up, and he was still waiting in place.

As the world changes, things change, things change, people change, decades pass, and he is still waiting."

Xia Zhiqiu's eyes began to fog with tears.

"He actually waited for so long, but the girl still didn't show up?" Xia Zhiqiu asked at Chen Zhixian.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Chen Zhixian continued: "Finally, one night, the boy's ghost walked up to the top of the building and jumped down from the roof."

Xia Zhiqiu sighed and said, "Maybe this is good!"

"The story is not over yet." Chen Zhixian scratched Xia Zhiqiu's pretty nose.

"ah?"

Chen Zhixian said: "Just the moment the boy's ghost fell, it seemed like time was going back. The boy's ghost returned to many years ago when the original house had just begun to be built."

This can be said to be a relatively novel setting.

Generally speaking, traveling through time and space is not new most of the time, but a ghost traveling through time and space is a bit novel.

Xia Zhiqiu was immediately attracted.

Chen Zhixian was very satisfied with Xia Zhiqiu's reaction and continued: "He saw the situation when the house was just built, the sun and the moon changed, and time passed quickly, and it was time for him and the girl to move here.

Trivial life, eating, quarrel, snuggling together, all the things he has experienced appear before his eyes again.

Until they were about to move again, the ghost wanted to stop him, but he could do nothing.

Like a ghost, the boy died in a car accident, and his soul turned into a ghost covered in white sheets.

This ghost quietly accompanies his beloved in the house, and the ghost who has traveled through time and space is also watching them."

Chen Zhixian's voice sounded again: "Everything happened again, the girl walked out of her grief, had a new boyfriend, and moved out of this sad place.

However, there are different places. This time, the girl just stuffed the note into the crack of the wall, and the ghost who came back through time and space immediately took out the note.

The moment the note was opened, the sheets fell to the ground, and the ghosts that had been waiting for hundreds of years disappeared."

Xia Zhiqiu's eyes turned red for some reason as she listened.

But she waited and didn't hear her boyfriend's follow-up.

I couldn't help but look up and asked, "Then what? What exactly did the note write?"

Chen Zhixian shook his head and said, "I'm not that boy, how do I know what is written on the note?"

"Ah, why are you doing this?" Xia Zhiqiu couldn't help but hammer Chen Zhixian and said dissatisfiedly.

"Actually, what is written on the note, is it important? I don't think it's important at all. The note is actually just an obsession with a boy's ghost.

To him, everything was the same, just like the flower bed sheet ghost, her purpose was not anyone, she was just waiting for it."

"Actually, what is written on the note, maybe it is a farewell word, or a simple essay, we cannot guess or guess, but we know that this note destroyed his hope of continuing to wait, and was so desperate that he was wiped out. Is this enough, right?

In fact, we can imagine the ending of the ghost wearing flower sheets, but we are always unwilling to believe it, and always expect him to have a better ending, hoping that he can wait for the person he has to wait for.

But, no, he did not wait for the person he was waiting for, and he disappeared without a trace.

Centuries of waiting make no sense.

I don't know if this kind of waiting is worth it, but he has hoped, disappointed, happy, and sad, which is also wonderful enough.

Although waiting in his long life is his only longing and the only obsession that cannot be dispelled.

Waiting is boring, but affectionate, boring, and romantic.
Chapter completed!