For six dollars, I took the job of guarding the orchard of the haunted house.
They said that people in the past could not survive the full moon, and female ghosts could be heard crying at night.
I'm not afraid, I'm so poor that I even hate ghosts.
Until that night, I saw her in the peach tree - white clothes and snow, tongue hanging three feet.
She said her name was Wanqing, who was forced to death by her master, and her ghost still lingers.
I felt relieved and fed her half a piece of cold steamed bun.
She said that she was the daughter of the old owner of the orchard, who was hanged under the peach tree unjustly.
She said that as long as I was willing to wait for her for eighteen years, she would reincarnate and come back to marry me as my wife.
I took it seriously and stayed in my lonely garden in troubled times.
Eighteen years later, there was a murder in the palace, and I picked up a stupid girl from the pile of dead people.
She couldn't speak, she just drooled and giggled at me.
On the night of the winter solstice, she suddenly woke up, took my hand and whispered:
"Brother, today is my eighteenth birthday."
"I'm here to marry you."
