"You also gave it one, no, two small flower baskets."

"You gave it another one later."

"It's a little flower basket made by yourself."

"Do you remember it?"

There was silence on the phone.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything anymore.

He thought that the girl should need some time to collect her thoughts.

...

"……Who are you?"

"How do you know this?"

The girl tapped her head lightly.

His face became a bit solemn.

Only she should know about this...

So what happened to this person?

"Feel sorry."

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "I forgot to introduce myself."

"Hello, Chu Kexin, my name is..."

"I do not know you."

Before the middle-aged man could continue, the girl interrupted him.

Strange voice.

Sure enough, it is also a strange name.

She was still wondering if she actually knew the person on the other side of the phone, but she just forgot.

…

"Ok, I know."

The middle-aged man nodded.

If it weren't for the story of the tomb ghost, he wouldn't have known about this girl.

"..."

The girl pursed her lips.

"It's a long story."

The middle-aged man knew that the girl must be confused now, "When I was sweeping tombs during the Qingming Festival..."

"My family's cemetery is right next to your mother's cemetery."

The middle-aged man explained.

Then he continued his story, "I accidentally picked up a small flower basket..."

"I don't know if this little flower basket has an owner. I thought this little flower basket was thrown there..."

The middle-aged man told the girl everything he had experienced during this period and what he had seen and heard.

The girl is the friend that the tomb ghost wants to see.

He didn't think there was any need to hide this from girls.

Moreover, to make a girl believe his words, honesty is necessary.

…

"...That's what happened."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

It obviously only lasted a few days, but when I talked about it, I realized that a lot of things had happened.

"Chu Kexin, why don't you go visit the grave?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but ask the same question again.

He was really confused.

Even if it wasn't for the tomb ghost, why haven't you visited your mother's tomb for so many years?

…

"..."

On the phone was the sound of a girl breathing rapidly.

What the middle-aged man said just now was a big shock to her.

Tomb Ghost...is it called a Tomb Ghost?

It was never told to her.

However, it always remembered her name.

The corners of the girl's mouth curved upward, and there was a smile in her eyes.

But soon, the girl's expression became stunned again.

Do grave ghosts...really exist?
Chapter completed!