Many years ago, the little fat boy Li Chongshan especially liked the wish that his hair would shine. Even if his head is shot, he is still cheerful and heartless.
"Make a wish, your hair is so beautiful, it will shine." After being drunk, the thin man murmured while sitting on the sofa.
Not far away, someone looked at him quietly, but his eyes were turned upside down.
"You, you, are you a human or a ghost!?" The man's eyes widened with fear.
"Xu Jingyu. My body feels warm." Do you want to touch it?
"Actually... I should have known a long time ago, you are..." Before the man could finish his words, a gunshot sounded in his ears, and warm blood spattered on his face.
In the darkness, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, his voice trembling, "Make a wish... Make a wish!"
"Ah? Make a wish. He has been dead for several years. There was a fire in his house and it was completely burned. His grave is in the back hill."
"I always thought you were dead. When I thought of you actually abandoning me and dying, you... I... I just... You ugly ghost..." The man choked. The person behind him hugged him gently. The man cried harder.
"Chongshan, I'm here to find you."