In that old alley without a name, there is a three-hundred-year-old locust tree.
Four girls who had just graduated moved in, but something was wrong from the first night - Zhixia dreamed of a little girl without a face, Ying was awakened by the air conditioner on the back of her neck, Wan Tang saw a squatting shadow under the tree, and Yu Bing said to the tree "it has a spirit".
Then, they discovered they had abilities. Yingying can make things fly, Wantang can hear everyone's thoughts, Yubing's soul can leave the body, and Zhixia can see things that living people can't see. They use their abilities to punish the unscrupulous people on the subway, help the woman in the supermarket who wants to jump off the building, and send away the lonely soul trapped in the tree for hundreds of years. It was the best summer - sunset, watermelon, laughter, and a secret playground that only they knew.
But trees don't give their strength in vain. Every time Yingying used her ability, there was a crack in her palm, and her nosebleeds became more and more frequent. Every time Yu Bing sends away a soul, he becomes lighter and his fingers become translucent. Wan Tang heard the voice of a woman who was buried alive three hundred years ago. The voice said, "Come in, it won't be cold anymore." Zhixia saw everything, but could do nothing - she could only see, not do.
When the demolition team's bulldozers drove into the alley, the four of them finally stood at the intersection of a choice: the tree fell and the souls were scattered, but Yu Bing was still inside. Yingying said, "I'm going to chop down the tree." Zhixia said, "No, she's inside!"
One died in the tree and the other died in the wind.
The locust flowers fell all over the ground. The cicadas hissed loudly. They're not barking - they're talking. We don't understand. But they keep saying it.
Intention: Character determines the future path, and this is still the case in the ghost world