As a relic organizer, Song Jinglin's ordinary work day after day was suddenly broken one day.
She received a diary with interesting notes. I heard that the owner of the diary is a handsome boy, and the contents inside are very detailed.
Song Jinglin was a little envious of such a wonderful and fulfilling life, and couldn't help but apologize and read through the entire diary.
The book contains what she longs for—a life full of meaning.
After reading it, Song Jinglin worked and lived as usual, but she found that the contents of the boy's diary appeared in her mind from time to time. Although he had never seen a photo of the boy, Song Jinglin couldn't help but want to know what he looked like.
"He is a person who is not in this world. Song Jinglin, please wake up." Song Jinglin would say this to herself every day, but it was still useless. She still couldn't help but miss him.
Song Jinglin chose to come to the psychiatric department because she suspected that she had a mental problem.
"Tell me about the symptoms."
"I feel like I'm falling in love with a dead person I've never met."
Song Jinglin saw the doctor's somewhat shocked eyes. But what should she do? During the interval of medical treatment, she couldn't help but think of the boy in the diary. She couldn't control herself.
I took medicine but it still didn't work.
Later, Song Jinglin went to see her master. The master said that she might have been beheaded, so he performed a set of ghost-exorcism rituals on her and even drew a talisman for her to drink.
It was effective at first, but later Song Jinglin found that her symptoms became uncontrollable whenever she got close to the diary, her face turned red and her ears felt hot, and she felt an itching sensation all over her body.
Afraid that he might have really offended someone, Song Jinglin bowed his hands towards the diary and said, "Please, don't come to me, leave me. I don't want this. Can I apologize if I offended you before? I will go to the cemetery every week to burn paper and bring flowers for you."
Song Jinglin was about to cry and looked at the diary in horror.
Later she actually did it. The effect is indeed obvious and the symptoms are reduced a lot.
Just when Song Jinglin was about to forget about it, one night, she seemed to hear someone calling her, and she didn't dare to move after she woke up. Shivering under the quilt,
"Don't remember me? How can you not remember me..." A burst of crying penetrated his ears, sounding like he was begging for something, and even a little pitiful.
Song Jinglin sat up and said irritably to the air: "You have found the wrong person. I don't know you at all. I just helped you organize your belongings. Is it necessary to retaliate against me for so long? It's really annoying!"
The crying in my ears stopped, and the curtains were blown open by the wind, revealing the moonlight.
"I have been expelled and treated as a virus. I have given everything. Why are you still not willing to give me a glimmer of hope, even a little bit... Just a little bit." Li Mingshan lowered his head and curled up in the small room. He covered himself so that no moonlight could penetrate.
Concept: Can love transcend life and death?