When you open the door, the air conditioner in the room automatically turns on, causing the curtains in the living room to shake slightly.
The curtains are translucent white gauze with dark patterns of silver threads such as waves and goldfish woven across them. They are reflected by the sunlight and cast sparkling shadows on the wooden floor.
In the colorful golden light and shadow, there sat a little boy with black hair and big-framed glasses. He was about seven or eight years old, with a handsome and delicate face, and he was wearing a very KY blue suit. His body is also translucent, vaguely translucent like a self-illuminating body.
Hui Yuarai stood there dumbfounded, thinking that he was really on the verge of delusion, that he had seen a ghost.
The boy opposite raised his head, saw her coming, and raised his hand to greet her tactfully: "Hey, Haiyuan."
The plain tone, neither particularly affectionate nor particularly distant, was the same tone that belonged to him and her.
However, the brown-haired girl failed to stay calm very well. She only felt that her thinking was short-circuited, and a big question broke all logic:
——Is this really a ghost?
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Old article. Completion time 2016.
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