Chen Shou has guarded the Chengxi Cemetery for generations. The diary records an iron rule: after midnight, if you hear a woman crying deep in the cemetery, you must face north, close your eyes and stand quietly until the crying stops. Do not look for it or respond. He has been guarding it for twenty years and has never heard of it. Until that night, when there was a thunderstorm, he really heard the mournful crying, coming from the newly built luxurious tomb area. He faced north and closed his eyes as a rule. The crying gradually became closer, and finally it seemed that he was sobbing right next to his ear. He couldn't bear it. The crying stopped, and something cold touched his face gently. He opened his eyes, the rain had stopped, the moonlight was pale, and there was no one in front of him. Lowering his head, he saw a line of small, barefoot footprints in the wet mud beneath his feet, extending deep into the cemetery. The next day, the news broadcast: A famous female entrepreneur in the city accidentally slipped and fell in her bathroom and passed away. She will be buried here. And Chen Shou recognized that the direction where the footprints disappeared last night was the location of the tomb reserved for her. What made his blood freeze even more was that the name of the female entrepreneur was exactly the same as the girl in the yellowed photo on the last page of his diary. The photo was taken sixty years ago.
