Mr. Wang's Ghost

Wang Zhongyi got a call from his father. His grandfather had passed away, and he was asked to return to the old family home.

When Wang Zhongyi got there, he met his grandfather's youngest daughter, a girl in her third year of middle school.

The girl told him, "I'm your aunt."

Wang Zhongyi rolled his eyes. "Aunt, my ass!"

The girl added, "There's a ghost behind you."

Wang Zhongyi rolled his eyes again. "Ghost, my ass!"

The girl took Wang Zhongyi by the hand. "Don't believe me? Then turn around."

"Like hell I'm gonna believe you..." Wang Zhongyi turned around and saw a young man. "Mu Ruogu?"

Mu Ruogu looked at him and smiled.

Wang Zhongyi could never forget that one-of-a-kind smile from his memories. But Mu Ruogu was dead, gone in the height of the summer when he was eighteen.

I welcome comments and snark about the story, but make it intelligent. If you read pirated copies just to complain, how much free time do you have?

What's the point of getting all worked up before finishing it, or painfully forcing yourself through it without understanding and then running your mouth?

Is your respect worth just a few cents?

What I meant and what you understood are worlds apart. If you just want something relaxing to read, don't click on this story! Do you seriously think that writing about a ghost means it's literally a ghost? The word "ghost" has several meanings! Do I have to explain every last one to you?

Let's at least show each other some respect.

If you just leave a comment and disappear, fine. But if you insist on acting profound and criticizing me, all I can do is laugh. So far, I don't accept criticism of Ghost. If you miss the point, we'll both just end up hating each other.

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