That year during the Qingming Festival, I came across a cemetery on my way home. I don't know where to start, it's so far back that I can hardly remember. It seems like a dream, but it is very unforgettable.
Even when I think about it now, it still seems so unreal.
He said his name was Zhuohua. Because when he was born, the peach blossoms in his home bloomed in the wrong season, so he was named this. I said what he said was ridiculous, like he was talking about ghosts and monsters. How could these after-tea chats be taken seriously. But when I saw the inscriptions on the tablet clearly, a chill came from behind. He didn't say anything and just walked towards me.
He couldn't tell that he was afraid, but his body was extremely stiff. He walked over from a distance and didn't even move his feet.
There was a cool breeze blowing by my ears, and there were a few lingering sounds.
I've been waiting for you after all.