It was rainy in the mountains in December, and it started to snow with rain.

The cold air from the north of Tianming Mountain went south, opening the curtain of winter.

In the early morning, sanitation workers kept spitting out white mist through their knitted scarves, and cold raindrops hung on their eyelashes.

The work of cleaning the road is affected by bloated cotton jackets, so the progress is very slow.

The worker held the wall with one hand, took off his gloves and scarf, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

In the cold air, a one-dollar lighter went back and forth several times before lit the cigarette.

He took a deep breath, raised his head with satisfaction, and spit out a white mist mixed with frost.

Several withered leaves fell from the bare branches, and were beaten by rain and snow, and fell to the wet road and died.

The worker sighed, picked up the tool with a cigarette in his mouth and wanted to sweep it aside for subsequent cleaning.

But at this moment, a pretty girl suddenly appeared on the road and pressed on the fallen leaves, as if falling from the sky.

The flashing headlights on the street were mottled and dark in the rain and snow. The workers took a few steps back in panic, threw down their tools and fled.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, and the rain and snow fell into the underside of her eyes and turned into a piece of water vapor, making these eyes clear and beautiful.

The white sportswear is contaminated by the wet road surface and is no longer as pure as before.

She just lay on the road, letting the vehicles pass by slowly, and quietly looking at the sky.

In rainy and snowy days, the gloomy sky was pressing very low, as if it was about to collapse.

Slowly, warm tears flowed from the girl's face.

A young man with fluffy hair and dark skin ran from the other side of the street, stopping in front of her.

His voice was still so soft, he held up her face and wiped away the tears for her.

"Jia Jia, don't cry."

...

"Watching the chess, when you see this letter, it means that you are enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the fifth branch.

Similarly, it also means that the last little fate between you, my uncle and nephew has been exhausted.

My uncle went ups and downs in the business world in the first half of his life and did many bad things. He thought that having no wife or children was my retribution.

When I was fifty-six, I realized that the real retribution was to come to this Tianhai Hotel.

It makes me neither human nor ghost, neither good nor evil, and the bottom line that is already suppressed is getting lower and lower until it disappears.

I was very happy to see you the day I saw you.

You are the only hope and the only joy here, which makes me truly recognize the world.

When a person lives, he cannot just live.

There are many other things that we deserve to pursue, hope and give.

You are lucky, I have already taken care of the fifth branch for you.

Your life is also hard, and I can't help you for too long.

My old bones are about to be worn out after the intrigue in the first half of my life and my life-and-death struggle in the second half of my life.

After I die, I will attach my ghost to you with sinful objects.

It is harmless, and it is an obsession I left behind that can save your life.

It will only appear when you are truly on the verge of death.

Perhaps, after my death, this is the last time our uncle and nephew meet.

But I still hope that you will never see it.”

At the other end of the computer screen, Li Guanqi was already in tears, holding the envelope in his palm tightly, wrinkling it into a ball.

A video from the past is played on the screen.

A gray-haired man was writing the suicide note with a pen at the desk.

The handwriting on the letter paper is strong, as if it is about to pierce the paper.

Li Congrong is such a man with sharp edges. He is like this in the real world and is like this when he enters the Tianhai Hotel.

"Uncle, it's time for us to set out to Fengcheng."

In the video, the door was pushed open after a few sounds, and Li Guanqi, who was ready to go, appeared at the door.

Li Congrong looked at his prime nephew with a smile in his eyes, and pressed his suicide note into the book at hand.

He stood up from the chair, straightened his backbone, and said domineeringly:

"Today our uncle and nephew went into battle together and caught the ghost back!"

...

It's still early, and people at work either prepare breakfast or adjust the alarm clock for a few minutes and lie in bed for a while.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar community in front of him, Hou Guisheng's face felt a little confused and nervous.

This community has not been demolished yet, but the walls have been re-heated and repaired. They look brand new and as beautiful as the feeling this city gives people.

Ten years have passed, and this is his first time returning here.

A place called "home".

Sometimes Hou Guisheng couldn't help but think that the time node of returning from that task was such a coincidence.

It seems that Tianhai had long expected Chen Hansheng to die on the fifth store manager mission, so he "invite" him back again.

"It's back."

The aunt wearing a cotton hat passed by him and greeted him warmly.

"Yeah, yes."

Having not socialized with others for too long, Hou Guisheng's tone of speaking was a bit stiff.

It seemed that he had been doing the task for too long, and he had almost forgotten what tone to talk to a normal person.

Finally, I came outside the unit where he lived, but the unfamiliar electronic door blocked him outside.

Hou Guisheng stood at the door, not knowing what to do.

For someone like him, it is not difficult to open a door, but he does feel at a loss now.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and entered a number that he had already remembered in his heart.

When the phone was called, the store manager who had a bloody path among ghosts and ghosts was extremely uneasy.

"Hey, who is that early?"

The voice of a middle-aged woman came from the other end, as if she hadn't woken up yet, so her attitude was not good.

Hou Guisheng was stunned in a trance, with only the sound of wind in his ears and his mind was blank.

The woman on the phone kept saying something, but he didn't listen to a word.

In a hurry, Hou Guisheng hung up the phone and fled in panic.

...

Tianmingshan Cemetery.

Two bone-white tombstones are close together, and the two portraits of a man and a woman are smiling very close. It can be seen that they were very loving during their lifetime.

There are no weeds or dirt around the cemetery. I think it is because people often come to clean it.

A rain and snow washed the tombstone even cleaner, and it seemed like a new burial was here soon.

Xue Tingtao knelt honestly in front of the tombstone, holding a bouquet of white calla lilies with a touch of memories in his eyes.

Looking at the portrait on the tombstone, some things that happened in the past often sounded in his mind.

Putting down the flowers, he raised his head and looked at the rain and snow in the sky, and said softly:

"It's almost the new year."

Xue Tinghai wrapped in a wool coat, but without buttoning it up, letting the cold wind blow his chest and asked quietly.

"At this time, my mother should roll out the noodles and make dumplings in the kitchen."

Those memories appeared on Xue Tingtao's face. After a moment, he turned his head and smiled and said:

"I remember when I was a child, you relied on your strength to snatch the ones from my bowl, which made me unable to eat enough.

Another year, I couldn't help but greedy in the middle of the night, so I went to the kitchen to find meat, but the raw meat filling was stuffed into my mouth in the dark.

Because of this, I had a bad stomach and had been injected with a drip for several days. That money was enough for how many dumplings we had."

Xue Tinghai kicked his younger brother, couldn't help but smile and cursed:

"You guys have been a troublemaker since you were a kid."

The rain is getting less and less, but the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the world is about to be shrouded in a vast white area.

The two brothers no longer talked and stood on the ground with their parents who had been sleeping here.

In the quiet cemetery, Xue Tinghai closed his eyes and said softly:
Chapter completed!